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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: brothers?"
"Then shall you go swift-footed before your god, which is a bad
god, and the god of the white men."
The red sun shot up above the northern skyline, dripping and
bloody. Baptiste the Red came to his feet, nodded curtly, and
went back to his camp amid the crimson shadows and the singing of
the robins.
Hay Stockard finished his pipe by the fire, picturing in smoke and
coal the unknown upper reaches of the Koyukuk, the strange stream
which ended here its arctic travels and merged its waters with the
muddy Yukon flood. Somewhere up there, if the dying words of a
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