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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: with joy. "Do you stay on the mountain?"
"Be'n here goin' on eighteen years, youngster. Mebbe you've heerd my name.
Hiram Bent."
"Are you a hunter?"
"Wal, I reckon so, though I'm more a trapper. Here, you pack my gun."
With that he drew his knife and set to work on the deer. It was wonderful
to see his skill. In a few cuts and strokes, a ripping of the hide and a
powerful slash, he had cut out a haunch. It took even less work for the
second. Then he hung the rest of the deer on a snag, and wiped his knife
and hands on the grass.
"Come on, youngster," he said, starting up the canyon.
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