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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: forward, as his habit was. One of the Judge's horses came next, a
sorrel, dragging back continually on the rope by which he was
led. After him ambled Balaam's wise pack-animal, carrying the
light burden of two days' food and lodging. She was an old mare
who could still go when she chose, but had been schooled by the
years, and kept the trail, giving no trouble to the Virginian who
came behind her. He also sat solid as a rock, yet subtly bending
to the struggles of the wild horse he led, as a steel spring
bends and balances and resumes its poise.
Thus they made but slow time, and when they topped the last dull
rise of ground and looked down on the long slant of ragged, caked
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