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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: the corner at the foot; he may remember scented summer evenings
passed in this diversion, and many a grazed skin, bloody cockscomb,
and neglected lesson. The toboggan is to the hurlie what the sled is
to the carriage; it is a hurlie upon runners; and if for a grating
road you substitute a long declivity of beaten snow, you can imagine
the giddy career of the tobogganist. The correct position is to sit;
but the fantastic will sometimes sit hind-foremost, or dare the
descent upon their belly or their back. A few steer with a pair of
pointed sticks, but it is more classical to use the feet. If the
weight be heavy and the track smooth, the toboggan takes the bit
between its teeth; and to steer a couple of full-sized friends in
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