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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: spot, that he would never have discovered the cabin from any other point than
this, which he had been so fortunate as to find.
His study and practice under Wetzel now stood him in good stead. He picked out
the best path over the rough stones and through the brambles, always keeping
under cover. He stepped as carefully as if the hunter was behind him. Soon he
reached level ground. A dense laurel thicket hid the cabin, but he knew the
direction in which it lay. Throwing himself flat on the ground, he wormed his
way through the thicket, carefully, yet swiftly, because he knew there was no
time to lose. Finally the rear of the cabin stood in front of him.
It was made of logs, rudely hewn, and as rudely thrown together. In several
places clay had fallen from chinks between the timbers, leaving small holes.
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