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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: He carefully studied the lay of the ground, the trees, rocks, bushes,
grass,--everything that could help screen him from the keen eye of savage
scouts. When he had marked his course he commenced his perilous descent. In an
hour he had reached the bottom of the cliff. Dropping flat on the ground, he
once more started his snail-like crawl. A stretch of swampy ground, luxuriant
with rushes and saw-grass, made a part of the way easy for him, though it led
through mud, and slime, and stagnant water. Frogs and turtles warming their
backs in the sunshine scampered in alarm from their logs. Lizards blinked at
him. Moccasin snakes darted wicked forked tongues at him and then glided out
of reach of his tomahawk. The frogs had stopped their deep bass notes. A
swamp-blackbird rose in fright from her nest in the saw-grass, and twittering
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