The Pacific Northwest: An Interpretive History

First impression! As I found her so will I always think of Seattle. As young and eager. Life still the great unexplored; living still the great adventure. With no old past to stop and worship; no dead men's bones to reckon with; no traditions chained to her ankles. She lives in new-lumbered houses and seems to despise old timber that has lost its fragrance. Older cities forget that they were once--trees. In those cities they love old "musky, tusky" houses where the regicides once hid or Paul Revere stopped and supped a cup of tea. But in Seattle, it is as though the trees had change to house shapes, still keeping the essence and benediction of earth-contact.--Seattle,

Her Faults

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Any search for commonly agreed upon boundaries for the Pacific Northwest will prove fruitless. Countless miles of borders divide and subdivide the region's variegated landscape into counties, cities, national parks and monuments, national and state forests, and even soil conservation districts, yet the regional perimeter, except along the Pacific Ocean, remains as indistinct as a fog-shrouded promontory. State and local boundaries are precisely defined by law, and often they are quite dramatic: Hells Canyon forms what may be the most spectacular border in the United States, separating Oregon and Idaho. One hundred thirty miles long and in places 7,700 feet deep, onethird of a mile deeper than Grand Canyon, the remote gorge compresses the Snake River into a maelstrom of white water. Far less visible but nonetheless still marked by signs posted along Oregon and Idaho highways is the

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