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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: as still as night, and looked very strange with the white aisles lined by
black tree trunks and the gray fog shrouding the tree-tops. Soon we were
climbing again, and I saw that Hiram meant to head the canyon where I had
left Dick.
The fog split and blew away, and the brilliant sunlight changed the forest.
The frost began to melt, and the air was full of mist. We climbed and
climbed--out of the stately yellow-pine zone, up among the gnarled and
blasted spruces, over and around strips of weathered stone. Once I saw a
cold, white snow-peak. It was hard enough for me to carry my rifle and keep
up with the hunter without talking. Besides, Hiram had answered me rather
shortly, and I thought it best to keep silent. From time to time he stopped
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