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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: them, but he stole rides on the sled when he lagged behind.
Passuk said she would take the one sled, so the man had nothing to
do. In the morning I gave him his fair share of grub and started
him on the trail alone. Then the woman and I broke camp, packed
the sleds, and harnessed the dogs. By midday, when the sun mocked
us, we would overtake the man, with the tears frozen on his
cheeks, and pass him. In the night we made camp, set aside his
fair share of grub, and spread his furs. Also we made a big fire,
that he might see. And hours afterward he would come limping in,
and eat his grub with moans and groans, and sleep. He was not
sick, this man. He was only trail-sore and tired, and weak with
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