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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: hunting coat he shouldered his rifle and went back up the ravine. Presently a
dull roar sounded above the babble of the brook. It grew louder as he threaded
his way carefully over the stones. Spots of white foam flecked the brook.
Passing under the gray, stained cliff, Joe turned around a rocky corner, and
came to an abrupt end of the ravine. A waterfall marked the spot where the
brook entered. The water was brown as it took the leap, light green when it
thinned out; and below, as it dashed on the stones, it became a beautiful,
sheeny white.
Upon a flat rock, so near the cascade that spray flew over him, sat another
hunter. The roaring falls drowned all other sounds, yet the man roused from
his dreamy contemplation of the waterfall when Joe rounded the corner.
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