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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: gather in it to worship that which divides; but they shall stand in it
shoulder to shoulder, white man with black, and the stranger with the
inhabitant of the land; and the place shall be holy; for men shall say,
'Are we not brethren and the sons of one Father?'"
Peter Halket looked upward silently. And the stranger said: "Certain men
slept upon a plain, and the night was chill and dark. And, as they slept,
at that hour when night is darkest, one stirred. Far off to the eastward,
through his half-closed eyelids, he saw, as it were, one faint line, thin
as a hair's width, that edged the hill tops. And he whispered in the
darkness to his fellows: 'The dawn is coming.' But they, with fast-closed
eyelids murmured, 'He lies, there is no dawn.'
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