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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories by Alice Dunbar: not a very long drive, back from the beach across the railroad
and through the pine forest to the bank of a dark, slow-flowing
bayou. The fisherman's hut was small, two-roomed, whitewashed,
pine-boarded, with the traditional mud chimney acting as a sort
of support to one of its uneven sides. Within was a weird
assortment of curios from every uncivilized part of the globe.
Also were there fishing-tackle and guns in reckless profusion.
The fisherman, in the kitchen of the mud-chimney, was
sardonically waging war with a basket of little bayou crabs.
"Entrez, mademoiselle et monsieur," he said pleasantly, grabbing
a vicious crab by its flippers, and smiling at its wild attempts
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