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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: died.
"It was bitter cold the night of my return, and I had been away
months, and the dogs were limping sore when I came to the fort.
The Indians and breeds looked on me in silence, and I felt the
fear of I knew not what, but I said nothing till the dogs were fed
and I had eaten as a man with work before him should. Then I
spoke up, demanding the word, and they shrank from me, afraid of
my anger and what I should do; but the story came out, the pitiful
story, word for word and act for act, and they marvelled that I
should be so quiet.
"When they had done I went to the Factor's house, calmer than now
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