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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories by Alice Dunbar: deep, silent, like their souls. Within its bosom are hidden
romances and stories, such as were sung by minstrels of old.
From the source to the mouth is not far distant, visibly
speaking, but in the life of the bayou a hundred heart-miles
could scarce measure it. Just where it winds about the northwest
of the city are some of its most beautiful bits, orange groves on
one side, and quaint old Spanish gardens on the other. Who cares
that the bridges are modern, and that here and there pert
boat-houses rear their prim heads? It is the bayou, even though
it be invaded with the ruthless vandalism of the improving idea,
and can a boat-house kill the beauty of a moss-grown centurion of
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