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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: down stream expectin' every minute to see him go under as he was hurt so bad
he could hardly keep his head above water. He floated down a long ways and the
current carried him to a pile of driftwood which had lodged against a little
island. I saw the Injun crawl up on the drift. I went down stream and by
keepin' the island between me and him I got out to where he was. I pulled my
tomahawk and went around the head of the island and found the redskin leanin'
against a big log. He was a young brave and a fine lookin strong feller. He
was tryin' to stop the blood from my bullet-hole in his side. When he saw me
he tried to get up, but he was too weak. He smiled, pointed to the wound and
said: 'Deathwind not heap times bad shot.' Then he bowed his head and waited
for the tomahawk. Well, I picked him up and carried him ashore and made a
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