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Kent State UniversityKent State University is an institution of higher learning located in Kent, Ohio, which is 20 minutes from Cleveland. Regional campuses include Ashtabula, East Liverpool, Geauga[?], Salem, Stark, Trumbull[?] and Tuscarawas.The school's sports teams are called the Golden Flashes. They compete in the NCAA's Division I-A, and the Mid-American Conference. The university is best known, outside Ohio, for a single event: The Kent State massacre, when four students were shot by the National Guard on May 4, 1970. A photograph of a 14-year-old runaway girl, kneeling over one of the bodies as she cried, is one of the most enduring images of the event, and it won a Pulitzer Prize for photographer John Filo.
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rushed and roared; a cloud sailed across the blue: no trout rose to
presence of trout, especially when you can feel them flopping in your
wilderness, and a sense of isolation for the first time came over me.
deeper gorge; walls of rocks rose perpendicularly on either side,--
not possible to climb out of the gorge; it was impossible to find a
falls, and through the flumes, was not easy, and consumed time.
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there was anything personal in it. Very soon, however, the hole in
providential time to eat my luncheon; and I took shelter under a
The shower soon passed, and I continued my journey, creeping over the
unresponsive trout. The way grew wilder and more grewsome. The
and reverberating in sharp concussions in the gorge: the lightning
Every enlightened being, even if he is in a fisherman's dress of
under the edge of a sloping bowlder. It was all very well at first,
trickle down the back of my neck. This was refined misery, unheroic
resignation.
A longer time than I knew was consumed in this and repeated efforts
intervals of calm I still fished, and even descended to what a
It is the practice of the country folk, whose only object is to get
pools, and wait the slow appetite of the summer trout. I tried this
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