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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lin McLean by Owen Wister: ditch. As autumn wore on, his feet grew cold in the mushy gravel they
were sunk in. He beat off the sand that had stiffened on his boots, and
hated Obo, Nevada. But he held himself ready to say "East" whenever he
saw Honey coming along with the bottle. The cold weather put an end to
this adventure. The ditches froze and filled with snow, through which the
sordid gravel heaps showed in a dreary fashion; so the two friends
drifted southward.
Near the small new town of Mesa, Arizona, they sat down again in the
dirt. It was milder here, and, when the sun shone, never quite froze. But
this part of Arizona is scarcely more grateful to the eye than Nevada.
Moreover, Lin and Honey found no gold at all. Some men near them found a
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