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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: perhaps emigrants from Rome, where the glad legions may have
shouted to behold them on the morn of battle.
But if birds were rare, the place abounded with rattlesnakes
- the rattlesnake's nest, it might have been named. Wherever
we brushed among the bushes, our passage woke their angry
buzz. One dwelt habitually in the wood-pile, and sometimes,
when we came for firewood, thrust up his small head between
two logs, and hissed at the intrusion. The rattle has a
legendary credit; it is said to be awe-inspiring, and, once
heard, to stamp itself for ever in the memory. But the sound
is not at all alarming; the hum of many insects, and the buzz
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