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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: the immense flood, nearly two miles wide, pours into Lake St. John.
Here we saw the first outpost of civilisation--a huge unpainted
storehouse, where supplies are kept for the lumbermen and the new
settlers. Here also we found the tiny, lame steam launch that was
to carry us back to the Hotel Roberval. Our canoes were stowed
upon the roof of the cabin, and we embarked for the last stage of
our long journey.
As we came out of the river-mouth, the opposite shore of the lake
was invisible, and a stiff "Nor'wester" was rolling big waves
across the bar. It was like putting out into the open sea. The
launch laboured and puffed along for four or five miles, growing
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