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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: the moss; and the slippery logs laid across the marshy places; and
the fallen trees, cut in two and pushed aside,--for this was a
much-travelled portage.
Around the open spaces, the tall meadow-rue stood dressed in robes
of fairy white and green. The blue banners of the fleur-de-lis
were planted beside the springs. In shady corners, deeper in the
wood, the fragrant pyrola lifted its scape of clustering bells,
like a lily of the valley wandered to the forest. When we came to
the end of the portage, a perfume like that of cyclamens in
Tyrolean meadows welcomed us, and searching among the loose grasses
by the water-side we found the exquisite purple spikes of the
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