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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: little ball rolled a few inches. This time he had to build up
the sand mound and replace the ball himself. Stillwell stood
scornfully by, and the boys addressed remarks to Nels.
"Take off them blinders," said one.
"Nels, your eyes are shore bad," said another.
"You don't hit where you look."
"Nels, your left eye has sprung a limp."
"Why, you dog-goned old fule, you cain't hit thet bawl."
Nels essayed again, only to meet ignominious failure. Then
carefully he gathered himself together, gaged distance, balanced
the club, swung cautiously. And the head of the club made a
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