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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: map and compass, and struck through the dwarf woods to catch the
road again upon a higher level. It was my one serious conflict
with Modestine. She would none of my short cut; she turned in my
face; she backed, she reared; she, whom I had hitherto imagined to
be dumb, actually brayed with a loud hoarse flourish, like a cock
crowing for the dawn. I plied the goad with one hand; with the
other, so steep was the ascent, I had to hold on the pack-saddle.
Half-a-dozen times she was nearly over backwards on the top of me;
half-a-dozen times, from sheer weariness of spirit, I was nearly
giving it up, and leading her down again to follow the road. But I
took the thing as a wager, and fought it through. I was surprised,
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