| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott: his lifetime, and chiefly in their favour. Ratcliffe, his sole
confidant, died at a good old age, but without ever naming the
place to which his master had finally retired, or the manner of
his death, or the place of his burial. It was supposed that on
all these particulars his patron had enjoined him strict secrecy.
The sudden disappearance of Elshie from his extraordinary
hermitage corroborated the reports which the common people had
spread concerning him. Many believed that, having ventured to
enter a consecrated building, contrary to his paction with the
Evil One, he had been bodily carried off while on his return to
his cottage; but most are of opinion that he only disappeared for
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Horse's Tale by Mark Twain: pretty little bow and arrows and I gave him my red sash-ribbon, and
in four days I could shoot very well with it and beat any white boy
of my size at the post; and I have been to those camps plenty of
times since; and I have learned to ride, too, BB taught me, and
every day he practises me and praises me, and every time I do
better than ever he lets me have a scamper on Soldier Boy, and
THAT'S the last agony of pleasure! for he is the charmingest horse,
and so beautiful and shiny and black, and hasn't another color on
him anywhere, except a white star in his forehead, not just an
imitation star, but a real one, with four points, shaped exactly
like a star that's hand-made, and if you should cover him all up
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: through the struggling mass, warding off an hundred vicious blows. Savage
after savage he flung off, until at last he had a clear path before him.
Freedom lay beyond that shiny path. Into it he bounded.
As he left the glade the plumed guard stepped from behind a tree near the
entrance of the path, and cast his tomahawk.
A white, glittering flash, it flew after the fleeing runner; its aim was true.
Suddenly the moonlight path darkened in the runner's sight; he saw a million
flashing stars; a terrible pain assailed him; he sank slowly, slowly down;
then all was darkness.
Chapter XVII.
Joe awoke as from a fearsome nightmare. Returning consciousness brought a
The Spirit of the Border |
