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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner: short while he turned, and made his way down into the river bed. He walked
in it for a while. Then after a time he sat down upon the bank and took
off his heavy boots and threw them into the grass at the side. Then
softly, on tip-toe, he followed the little footpath that the men had
trodden going down to the river for water. It led straight up to the
Captain's tent, and the little flat-topped tree, with its white stem, and
its two gnarled branches spread out on either side. When he was within
forty paces of it, he paused. Far over the other side of the camp the two
men who were on guard stood chatting by the fire. A dead stillness was
over the rest of the camp. The light through the walls of the Captain's
tent made all clear at the stem of the little tree; but there was no sound
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