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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: the raft, returning shortly afterward with his blanket. This he laid down and
rolled himself in it. Presently from under his coon-skin cap came the words:
"Wal, I've turned in, an' I advise ye all to do the same."
All save Joe and Nell acted on Jeff's suggestion. For a long time the young
couple sat close together on the bank, gazing at the moonlight on the river.
The night was perfect. A cool wind fanned the dying embers of the fire and
softly stirred the leaves. Earlier in the evening a single frog had voiced his
protest against the loneliness; but now his dismal croak was no longer heard.
A snipe, belated in his feeding, ran along the sandy shore uttering his
tweet-tweet, and his little cry, breaking in so softly on the silence, seemed
only to make more deeply felt the great vast stillness of the night.
The Spirit of the Border |
