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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: booming of the walrus drums. And Passuk held my hand and walked
by my side. When I laid down to sleep, she waked me. When I
stumbled and fell, she raised me. When I wandered in the deep
snow, she led me back to the trail. And in this wise, like a man
bereft of reason, who sees strange visions and whose thoughts are
light with wine, I came to Haines Mission by the sea."
Sitka Charley threw back the tent-flaps. It was midday. To the
south, just clearing the bleak Henderson Divide, poised the cold-
disked sun. On either hand the sun-dogs blazed. The air was a
gossamer of glittering frost. In the foreground, beside the
trail, a wolf-dog, bristling with frost, thrust a long snout
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