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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: We lay along the shelves of the caboose, a peaceful sight I
should think, in that smoothly trundling cradle. I slept almost
immediately, so tired that not even our stops or anything else
waked me, save once, when the air I was breathing grew suddenly
pure, and I roused. Sitting in the door was the lonely figure of
the Virginian. He leaned in silent contemplation of the
occasional moon, and beneath it the Yellowstone's swift ripples.
On the caboose shelves the others slept sound and still, each
stretched or coiled as he had first put himself. They were not
untrustworthy to look at, it seemed to me--except Trampas. You
would have said the rest of that young humanity was average rough
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