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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: an' all the time wus so patient, an' sweet, an' brave with thet renegade's
bullet in her--fer he shot her when he seen he couldn't capture her--thet thar
wusn't a blame man of us who wouldn't hev died to grant her prayer, which wus
that she could live to onct more see her lover."
There was a long silence, during which the old frontiersman sat gazing into
the fire with sad eyes.
"We couldn't do nuthin', an' we buried her thar under thet birch, where she
smiled her last sad, sweet smile, an' died. Ever since then the river has been
eatn' away at this island. It's only half as big as it wus onct, an' another
flood will take away this sand-bar, these few birches--an' Milly's grave."
The old frontiersman's story affected all his listeners. The elder minister
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