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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: black specks against the green background. Then came the last wave of a white
scarf, faintly in the distance, and at length the dark outline of the fort was
all that remained to their regretful gaze. Quickly that, too, disappeared
behind the green hill, which, with its bold front, forces the river to take a
wide turn.
The Ohio, winding in its course between high, wooded bluffs, rolled on and on
into the wilderness.
Beautiful as was the ever-changing scenery, rugged gray-faced cliffs on one
side contrasting with green-clad hills on the other, there hovered over land
and water something more striking than beauty. Above all hung a still
atmosphere of calmness--of loneliness.
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