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Was it when the huckleberry bush saved me from a watery grave, or
when the log rolled under my feet and started down the river? Was
it when the fish rose, or when the net broke, or when the long stick
No, it was none of these. It was when the Kri-karee sat with his
legs tucked under him on the brink of the stream. That was the
turning-point. The fortunes of the day depended on the comparative
quickness of the reflex action of his neural ganglia and mine. That
I see it now. A crisis is really the commonest thing in the world.
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