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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: heavy charge of powder and ball was then rammed into the wooden gun. The
soldiers, though much interested in the manoeuvre, moved back to a safe
distance, while many of the Indians crowded round the new weapon. The torch
was applied; there was a red flash-boom! The hillside was shaken by the
tremendous explosion, and when the smoke lifted from the scene the naked forms
of the Indians could be seen writhing in agony on the ground. Not a vestige of
the wooden gun remained. The iron chains had proved terrible death-dealing
missiles to the Indians near the gun. The Indians now took to their natural
methods of warfare. They hid in the long grass, in the deserted cabins, behind
the trees and up in the branches. Not an Indian was visible, but the rain of
bullets pattered steadily against the block-house. Every bush and every tree
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