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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: and disappeared with the cricket; but it was a bass or a pike, not a trout.
Wetzel had said there were a few trout living near the cool springs of these
streams. The lad tried again to coax one to the surface. This time the more
fortunate cricket swam and hopped across the stream to safety.
When Joe's eyes were thoroughly accustomed to the clear water, with its
deceiving lights and shades, he saw a fish lying snug under the side of a
stone. The lad thought he recognized the snub-nose, the hooked, wolfish jaw,
but he could not get sufficient of a view to classify him. He crawled to a
more advantageous position farther down stream, and then he peered again
through the woods. Yes, sure enough, he had espied a trout. He well knew those
spotted silver sides, that broad, square tail. Such a monster! In his
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