|
The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: Hardly had he finished speaking when Wetzel intentionally snapped a twig.
There was a crash and commotion in the thicket; branches moved and small
saplings waved; then out into the open glade bounded a large buck with a
whistle of alarm. Throwing his rifle to a level, Joe was trying to cover the
bounding deer, when the hunter struck up his piece.
"Lad, don't kill fer the sake of killin," he said, quietly. "We have plenty of
venison. We'll go arter a buffalo. I hev a hankerin' fer a good rump steak."
Half an hour later, the hunters emerged from the forest into a wide plain of
waving grass. It was a kind of oval valley, encircled by hills, and had been
at one time, perhaps, covered with water. Joe saw a herd of large animals
browsing, like cattle, in a meadow. His heart beat high, for until that moment
The Spirit of the Border |
