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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/stephen-tall/the_people_beyond_the_wall.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/stephen-tall/the_people_beyond_the_wall_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="The People Beyond The Wall" alt ="The People Beyond The Wall"/></a><br//><div><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font19">Miles to the west we could see the canyon widen to a spreading valley; the granite uplifts on which we stood sloped away to hilly rolling country. Behind us the snow ranges reared, a piled and awesome jumble. Still, it didn’t seem right. I should have recognized peaks, but they were strange.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font19"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font19">There were patches of timber below us, some spruce, but broadleafs too, in variety. They shouldn’t have been there. A small band of elk drifted across an open space. They were familiar enough, but out of place.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font19"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font19">“Denny,” I said, “You’ve flown across to Yakutat. Where are we?”</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font19"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font19">“Vin,” he said, “I never saw those peaks. There’s no country like this west of the St. Elias.” He rubbed his nose and stared into the distance, into the west. “This is funny business.”</span></p></div>]]></description>
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