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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Mountains by Stewart Edward White: "It looks dry, and it feels dry," says he, "but it
isn't dry. Go to it!"
But at this point your outraged soul arches its back
and bucks. You sneak off and roll up that piece of
buckskin, and thrust it into the alforja. You KNOW
it is dry. Then with a deep sigh of relief you come
out of prison into the clear, sane, lazy atmosphere of
the camp.
"Do you mean to tell me that there is any one chump
enough to do that for a dollar a hide?" you inquire.
"Sure," say they.
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