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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: and, grasping the bridle, I started to lead him. We had zigzagged up, we
went straight down. Target was too spirited to balk, but he did everything
else. More than once he reared with his hoofs high in the air, and, snorting,
crashed down. He pulled me off my feet, he pawed at me with his great
iron shoes. When we got clear of the roughest and most thickly overgrown
part of the descent I mounted him. Then I needed no longer to urge him. The
fire had entered the canyon, the hollow roar swept up and filled Target
with the same fright that possessed me. He plunged down, slid on his
haunches, jumped the logs, crashed through brush. I had continually to rein
him toward the camp. He wanted to turn from that hot wind and strange roar.
We reached a level, the open, stony ground, then the pool. The pack-ponies
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