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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: dark red through the great pall of smoke.
"Is it a forest fire?" asked Nell, fearfully.
"Fire, of course, but---" Jim did not voice his fear; he looked closely at
Wingenund.
The chieftain stood silent a moment as was his wont when addressed. The dull
glow of the sun was reflected in the dark eyes that gazed far away over forest
and field.
"Fire," said Wingenund, and it seemed that as he spoke a sterner shadow
flitted across his bronzed face. "The sun sets to-night over the ashes of the
Village of Peace.
He resumed his rapid march eastward. With never a backward glance the saddened
The Spirit of the Border | 
