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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: came flying a great black bird as silent as night. The soldier
did not tarry to look or to think. As the bird flew by up came
the gun to his shoulder, squint went his eye along the
barrel--Puff! bang!--
I vow and declare that if the shot he fired had cracked the sky
he could not have been more frightened. The great black bird gave
a yell so terrible that it curdled the very blood in his veins
and made his hair stand upon end. Away it flew like a flash--a
bird no longer, but a great, black demon, smoking and smelling
most horribly of brimstone, and when the soldier gathered his
wits, there lay the feather cap and a little, round, black stone
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