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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: ploughed my face in the dirt, and almost jerked my arms off. Suddenly the
strain lessened. I got up, to see that the old hunter had hold of the other
rope.
"Now, stretch him out!" he yelled.
Between us we stretched the cub out, so that all he could do was struggle
and paw the air and utter strange cries. Hiram tied his rope to a tree, and
then ran back to relieve me. It was high time. He took my rope and fastened
it to a stout bush.
"Thar, youngster, I reckon thet'll hold him! Now tie his paws an' muzzle
him."
He drew some buckskin thongs from his pocket and handed them to me. We went
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