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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: the long narrow lake without a feeling of gladness. The dreaded
ano seco of the Mexicans might come again and would come, but never
to the inhabitants of Forlorn River. That stone-walled, stone-floored
gulch would never leak, and already it contained water enough to
irrigate the whole Altar Valley for two dry seasons.
Yaqui led swiftly along the lake to the upper end, where the
stream roared down over unscalable walls. This point was the
farthest Gale had ever penetrated into the rough foothills, and
he had Belding's word for it that no white man had ever climbed
No Name Mountains from the west.
But a white man was not an Indian. The former might have
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