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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: his wound. His strength deserted him, and he lost consciousness.
Chapter VI.
One evening, several day previous to the capture of the brothers, a solitary
hunter stopped before a deserted log cabin which stood on the bank of a stream
fifty miles or more inland from the Ohio River. It was rapidly growing dark; a
fine, drizzling rain had set in, and a rising wind gave promise of a stormy
night.
Although the hunter seemed familiar with his surroundings, he moved
cautiously, and hesitated as if debating whether he should seek the protection
of this lonely hut, or remain all night under dripping trees. Feeling of his
hunting frock, he found that it was damp and slippery. This fact evidently
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