| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: dozen Mexicans, one or two of them tough old campaigners, the
rest young fellows eager for the excitement of their first active
service.
"Is Juan Valdez here yet?" asked O'Halloran, peering around in
the gloom.
"Not yet; nor Manuel Garcia," answered a young fellow.
Bucky was introduced to those present under the name of
Alessandro Perdoza, and presently also to the two missing members
of the party who arrived together a few moments later. Juan
Valdez was the son of the candidate who was opposing the
reelection of Megales, and Manuel Garcia was his bosom friend,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mosses From An Old Manse by Nathaniel Hawthorne: forge, in a full, deep, merry voice, that made the roof re-echo.
"And what says Miss Annie to that doctrine? She, I suppose, will
think it a genteeler business to tinker up a lady's watch than to
forge a horseshoe or make a gridiron."
Annie drew her father onward without giving him time for reply.
But we must return to Owen Warland's shop, and spend more
meditation upon his history and character than either Peter
Hovenden, or probably his daughter Annie, or Owen's old
school-fellow, Robert Danforth, would have thought due to so
slight a subject. From the time that his little fingers could
grasp a penknife, Owen had been remarkable for a delicate
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Heart of the West by O. Henry: has fins on their backs, and eighteen toes. This here is a
hicklesnifter. It lives under the ground and eats cherries. Don't
stand so close to it. It wipes out villages with one stroke of its
prehensile tail."
Sam, the cosmopolite, who called bartenders in San Antone by their
first name, stood in the door. He was a better zoologist.
"Well, ain't that a Willie for your whiskers?" he commented. "Where'd
you dig up the hobo, Ranse? Goin' to make an auditorium for
inbreviates out of the ranch?"
"Say," said Curly, from whose panoplied breast all shafts of wit fell
blunted. "Any of you kiddin' guys got a drink on you? Have your fun.
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