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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: triumphantly brought home.
This child of my invention was nearly six feet square, exclusive of
two triangular flaps to serve as a pillow by night and as the top
and bottom of the sack by day. I call it 'the sack,' but it was
never a sack by more than courtesy: only a sort of long roll or
sausage, green waterproof cart-cloth without and blue sheep's fur
within. It was commodious as a valise, warm and dry for a bed.
There was luxurious turning room for one; and at a pinch the thing
might serve for two. I could bury myself in it up to the neck; for
my head I trusted to a fur cap, with a hood to fold down over my
ears and a band to pass under my nose like a respirator; and in
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