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The Scalp. As I looked up at them in their stern grandeur I had an uneasy feeling that some of the huge masses of rock, which appeared to be quite loose, might tumble upon our heads. Winifred, who was becoming, if not more cheerful, at least more composed, was greatly interested in
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The Scalp,
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The devil, she said,
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Winifred concluded, eying the great rocks above us with her wistful eyes.
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Still, it is different from other mountains.
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It has an uncouth shape, I agreed;