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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Kwaidan by Lafcadio Hearn: province of Kai. (1) One evening, as he was traveling through the mountains
of that province, darkness overcame him in a very lonesome district,
leagues away from any village. So he resigned himself to pass the night
under the stars; and having found a suitable grassy spot, by the roadside,
he lay down there, and prepared to sleep. He had always welcomed
discomfort; and even a bare rock was for him a good bed, when nothing
better could be found, and the root of a pine-tree an excellent pillow. His
body was iron; and he never troubled himself about dews or rain or frost or
snow.
Scarcely had he lain down when a man came along the road, carrying an axe
and a great bundle of chopped wood. This woodcutter halted on seeing
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