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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: canyon, and the down-blowing night wind must have borne it
hundreds of feet into the outer air.
All this vegetation, to be sure, was stunted. The madrona
was here no bigger than the manzanita; the bay was but a
stripling shrub; the very pines, with four or five exceptions
in all our upper canyon, were not so tall as myself, or but a
little taller, and the most of them came lower than my waist.
For a prosperous forest tree, we must look below, where the
glen was crowded with green spires. But for flowers and
ravishing perfume, we had none to envy: our heap of road-
metal was thick with bloom, like a hawthorn in the front of
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