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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: lifting Loorey, slipped it around him, shoved the latter's arms through the
sleeves, and buttoned it in front. He streaked the round face with red and
white paint, and then, dexterously extracting the eagle plume from the
Indian's head-dress, stuck it in Loorey's thick shock of hair. It was all done
in a moment, after which Joe replaced the basket, and went down to the river.
Several times that morning he had visited the rude wharf where Jeff Lynn, the
grizzled old frontiersman, busied himself with preparations for the
raft-journey down the Ohio. Lynn had been employed to guide the missionary's
party to Fort Henry, and, as the brothers had acquainted him with their
intention of accompanying the travelers, he had constructed a raft for them
and their horses.
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