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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: Huge concerns they were, well-horsed and loaded, the men in
their shirt-sleeves, the women swathed in veils, the long
whip cracking like a pistol; and as they charged upon that
slumbering hostelry, each shepherding a dust storm, the dead
place blossomed into life and talk and clatter. This the
Toll House? - with its city throng, its jostling shoulders,
its infinity of instant business in the bar? The mind would
not receive it! The heartfelt bustle of that hour is hardly
credible; the thrill of the great shower of letters from the
post-bag, the childish hope and interest with which one gazed
in all these strangers' eyes. They paused there but to pass:
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