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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: Shoot me the silver button at that bird, and if your aim is good
it will drop the feather cap and the pebble. Bring them to me to
the great town-gate and I will pay you a dollar for your
trouble."
"Very well," said the soldier, "shooting my gun is a job that
fits me like an old coat." So, down he sat and the old man went
his way.
Well, there he sat and sat and sat and sat until the sun touched
the rim of the ground, and then, just as the old man said, there
came flying a great black bird as silent as night. The soldier
did not tarry to look or to think. As the bird flew by up came
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