| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: such men as Colonel Zane, his brother Jack, and Wetzel could hev kept that
fort standin' all these bloody years. Eb Zane's got but a few men, yet he kin
handle 'em some, an' with such scouts as Jack Zane and Wetzel, he allus knows
what's goin' on among the Injuns."
"I've heard of Colonel Zane. He was an officer under Lord Dunmore. The hunters
here speak often of Jack Zane and Wetzel. What are they?"
"Jack Zane is a hunter an' guide. I knowed him well a few years back. He's a
quiet, mild chap; but a streak of chain-lightnin' when he's riled. Wetzel is
an Injun-killer. Some people say as how he's crazy over scalp-huntin'; but I
reckon that's not so. I've seen him a few times. He don't hang round the
settlement 'cept when the Injuns are up, an' nobody sees him much. At home he
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mansion by Henry van Dyke: meant--to sow
wild oats. Say to pick wild flowers, if you like, or even to
chase
wild geese--to do something that seems good to me just for its
own sake,
not for the sake of wages of one kind or another. I feel like a
hired man,
in the service of this magnificent mansion--say in training for
father's place as majordomo. I'd like to get out some way,
to feel free--perhaps to do something for others."
The young man's voice hesitated a little. "Yes, it sound like
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare: And in a peaceful hour doth cry "Kill, kill!" 652
Distempering gentle Love in his desire,
As air and water do abate the fire.
'This sour informer, this bate-breeding spy,
This canker that eats up Love's tender spring, 656
This carry-tale, dissentious Jealousy,
That sometime true news, sometime false doth bring,
Knocks at my heart, and whispers in mine ear
That if I love thee, I thy death should fear: 660
'And more than so, presenteth to mine eye
The picture of an angry-chafing boar,
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