The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: might know. He was narrow but deep; and Fortune, his own humanity
broad and shallow, could make nothing of him. Did Uri sing when
merry and sigh when sad, he could have understood; but as it was,
the cryptic features were undecipherable; he could not measure the
soul they concealed.
"Lend a hand, Mister Man," Uri ordered when the cups had been
emptied. "We've got to fix up for visitors."
Fortune purred his name for the other's benefit, and assisted
understandingly. The bunk was built against a side and end of the
cabin. It was a rude affair, the bottom being composed of drift-
wood logs overlaid with moss. At the foot the rough ends of these
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