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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: 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;
some lounged on the green turf; many reclined in the branches of low-spreading
maples.
As Jim looked out over the sea of faces he started in surprise. The sudden
glance of fiery eyes had impelled his gaze. He recognized Silvertip, the
The Spirit of the Border | 
