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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: campfire seemed to give almost no light, yet close at hand the flickering
gleams played hide-and-seek among the pines and chased up the straight tree
trunks. The crackling of my fire and the light steps of the grazing
mustangs only emphasized the silence of the forest. Then a low moaning from
a distance gave me a chill. At first I had no idea what it was, but
presently I thought it must be the wind in the pines. It bore no
resemblance to any sound I had ever before heard in the woods. It would
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
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