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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: His position was at the extreme left of the circle, where he leaned against a
maple. A long, black mantle, trimmed with spotless white, enveloped him. One
bronzed arm, circled by a heavy bracelet of gold, held the mantle close about
his lofty form. His headdress, which trailed to the ground, was exceedingly
beautiful. The eagle plumes were of uniform length and pure white, except the
black-pointed tips.
At his feet sat his daughter, Whispering Winds. Her maidens were gathered
round her. She raised her soft, black eyes, shining with a wondrous light of
surprise and expectation, to the young missionary's face.
Beyond the circle the Indians were massed together, even beyond the limits of
the glade. Under the trees on every side sat warriors astride their steeds;
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