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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: who was whining and trail-sore. But the factor's lungs were
wheezing, his eyes bright, his cache nigh empty; and he showed us
the empty cache of the missionary, also his grave with the rocks
piled high to keep off the dogs. There was a bunch of Indians
there, but babies and old men there were none, and it was clear
that few would see the spring.
"So we pulled on, light-stomached and heavy-hearted, with half a
thousand miles of snow and silence between us and Haines Mission
by the sea. The darkness was at its worst, and at midday the sun
could not clear the sky-line to the south. But the ice-jams were
smaller, the going better; so I pushed the dogs hard and traveled
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