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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: living thing to be seen; the silence was the deep, unbroken calm of the
wilderness.
Wetzel stepped to the bluff and looked over. The stony wall opposite was only
thirty feet away, and somewhat lower. From Wetzel's action it appeared as if
he intended to leap the fissure. In truth, many a band of Indians pursuing the
hunter into this rocky fastness had come out on the bluff, and, marveling at
what they thought Wetzel's prowess, believed he had made a wonderful leap,
thus eluding them. But he had never attempted that leap, first, because he
knew it was well-nigh impossible, and secondly, there had never been any
necessity for such risk.
Any one leaning over this cliff would have observed, perhaps ten feet below, a
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