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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: south in autumn, returning with the spring to find thousands camped
upon their marshes, and the lamps burning far and near along populous
streets; forests that disappear like snow; countries larger than
Britain that are cleared and settled, one man running forth with his
household gods before another, while the bear and the Indian are yet
scarce aware of their approach; oil that gushes from the earth; gold
that is washed or quarried in the brooks or glens of the Sierras; and
all that bustle, courage, action, and constant kaleidoscopic change
that Walt Whitman has seized and set forth in his vigorous, cheerful,
and loquacious verses.
Here I was at last in America, and was soon out upon New York
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