The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey:|
on. For a while the roar receded, and almost deadened. Then it grew clearer
again' filled out, and swelled. Bud wanted to sheer off to the left. Herky
swore we were being surrounded. Bill turned a deaf ear to them. From my own
sense of direction I fancied we were going wrong, but Bill was so cool he
gave me courage. Soon a blue, windy haze, shrouding the giant pines ahead,
caused Bill to change his course.
"Do you know whar you're headin'?" yelled Herky, high above the roar.
"I hain't got the least idee, Herky," shouted Bill, as cool as could be,
"but I guess somewhar whar it'll be hot!"
We were lost in the forest and almost surrounded by fire, if the roar was
anything to tell by. We galloped on, always governed by the roar, always
The Young Forester