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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: whose woodcraft seems more wonderful than that of this queerly
matched team, as they make the first camp in a pelting rain-storm
on the shore of Big Clear Pond. The pitching of the tents is a
lesson in architecture, the building of the camp-fire a victory
over damp nature, and the supper of potatoes and bacon and fried
trout a veritable triumph of culinary art.
At midnight the rain is pattering persistently on the canvas; the
fronts flaps are closed and tied together; the lingering fire
shines through them, and sends vague shadows wavering up and down:
the governor is rolled up in his blankets, sound asleep. It is a
very long night for the boy.
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