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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: they must dismount here, and remain until he was stronger. The invalid himself
thought this conclusion was wise. They would be practically safe now, since
they must be out of the Indian path, and many miles from the encampment.
Accordingly he got off the horse, and sat down on a log, while Whispering
Winds searched for a suitable place in which to erect a temporary shelter.
Joe's wandering gaze was arrested by a tree with a huge knotty formation near
the ground. It was like many trees, but this peculiarity was not what struck
Joe. He had seen it before. He never forgot anything in the woods that once
attracted his attention. He looked around on all sides. Just behind him was
an opening in the clump of trees. Within this was a perpendicular stone
covered with moss and lichens; above it a beech tree spread long, graceful
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