| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: honestly dealt with, they will return good for good. There are bad ones, of
course; but the French traders, and men like the Girtys, have caused most of
this long war. Jonathan and Wetzel tell me the Shawnees and Chippewas have
taken the warpath again. Then the fact that the Girtys are with the Delawares
is reason for alarm. We have been comparatively quiet here of late. Did you
boys learn to what tribe your captors belong? Did Wetzel say?"
"He did not; he spoke little, but I will say he was exceedingly active,"
answered Joe, with a smile.
"To have seen Wetzel fight Indians is something you are not likely to forget,"
said Colonel Zane grimly. "Now, tell me, how did those Indians wear their
scalp-lock?"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Records of a Family of Engineers by Robert Louis Stevenson: verse as usual, and that Mary is not forgetting her little
HYMN. While Jeannie will be reading Wotherspoon, or some
other suitable and instructive book, I presume our friend,
Aunt Mary, will have just arrived with the news of A THRONG
KIRK [a crowded church] and a great sermon. You may mention,
with my compliments to my mother, that I was at St. Paul's to-
day, and attended a very excellent service with Mr. James
Lawrie. The text was "Examine and see that ye be in the
faith." '
A twinkle of humour lights up this evocation of the
distant scene - the humour of happy men and happy homes. Yet
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: over him, but it turned out to be merely a reflection, and when the
moon shone out from behind a cloud it passed away. At last he
seemed to have realised the decree of destiny. He heaved a deep
sigh of relief, and Sybil's name came to his lips.
'Have you dropped anything, sir?' said a voice behind him suddenly.
He turned round, and saw a policeman with a bull's-eye lantern.
'Nothing of importance, sergeant,' he answered, smiling, and
hailing a passing hansom, he jumped in, and told the man to drive
to Belgrave Square.
For the next few days he alternated between hope and fear. There
were moments when he almost expected Mr. Podgers to walk into the
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