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You look at the Indian boy and step hesitantly on the log, holding your balance stick front of you. You feel like a high-wire performer in a circus, but this is not for the amusement of an audience. It’s life and death- your life, your death! The log rolls threateningly under your feet as you inch your way out over the gorge. The Indian boy is ahead of you by several paces, and you fight to keep your footing on the slippery serface of the rolling log as you hurry to catch up. Only the person who reaches the other side first will live, for you know the weight of two bodies will crumble the earth supporting the logs. One of you is doomed to crash to the bottom of the chasm. You look down and try to quell your mounting feer.

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