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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: of gray fur. Grasping a branch of underbush, he shook it vigorously. The
thrashing sound worried the gray squirrel, for he slipped from his retreat and
stuck his nose Over the limb. CRACK! With a scratching and tearing of bark the
squirrel loosened his hold and then fell; alighting with a thump. As the
hunter picked up his quarry a streak of sunshine glinting through the tree top
brightened his face.
The hunter was Joe.
He was satisfied now, for after stowing the squirrel in the pocket of his
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.
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