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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: murmur from different parts of the forest; sometimes it would cease for a
little, and then travel and swell toward me, only to die away again. But it
rose steadily, with shorter intervals of silence, until the intermittent
gusts swept through the tree-tops with a rushing roar. I had listened to
the crash of the ocean surf, and the resemblance was a striking one.
Listening to this mournful wind with all my ears I was the better prepared
for any lonesome cries of the forest; nevertheless, a sudden, sharp
"Ki-yi-i!" seemingly right at my back, gave me a fright that sent my tongue
to the roof of my mouth.
Fumbling at the hammer of my rifle, I peered into the black-streaked gloom
of the forest. The crackling of dry twigs brought me to my feet. At the
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