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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: forward hopefully, from so dismal a beginning, across the
brief hours of night, to the warm shining of to-morrow's sun.
But the hay arrived at last, and we turned, with our last
spark of courage, to the bedroom. We had improved the
entrance, but it was still a kind of rope-walking; and it
would have been droll to see us mounting, one after another,
by candle-light, under the open stars.
The western door - that which looked up the canyon, and
through which we entered by our bridge of flying plank - was
still entire, a handsome, panelled door, the most finished
piece of carpentry in Silverado. And the two lowest bunks
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