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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: playing--whichever way they manifested their joy or fear of life--he became as
hard to see, as difficult to hear as a creeping snake.
The Delaware's trail led to a rocky ridge and there disappeared. Wetzel made
no effort to find the chief's footprints on the flinty ground, but halted a
moment and studied the ridge, the lay of the land around, a ravine on one
side, and a dark impenetrable forest on the other. He was calculating his
chances of finding the Delaware's trail far on the other side. Indian
woodcraft, subtle, wonderful as it may be, is limited to each Indian's
ability. Savages, as well as other men, were born unequal. One might leave a
faint trail through the forest, while another could be readily traced, and a
third, more cunning and skillful than his fellows, have flown under the shady
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