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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: they had planned to sling their silent noose, and drag the white
man from his horse as he passed through the trees.
Balaam looked over the river at the ominous wood, and then he
looked at Pedro, the horse that he had first maimed and now
ruined, to whom he probably owed his life. He was lying on the
ground, quietly looking over the green meadow, where dusk was
gathering. Perhaps he was not suffering from his wound yet, as he
rested on the ground; and into his animal intelligence there
probably came no knowledge of this final stroke of his fate. At
any rate, no sound of pain came from Pedro, whose friendly and
gentle face remained turned toward the meadow. Once more Balaam
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