| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: love so well. I am afraid." Heckewelder's face bore testimony to his anxious
dread.
"You are our leader; we have but to obey," said Edwards. "Yet I think we owe
it to our converts to stick to our work until we are forced by violence to
desist."
"Ah! What form will that violence take?" cried Heckewelder, his face white.
"You cannot tell what these savages mean. I fear! I fear!"
"Listen, Heckewelder, you must remember we had this to go through once
before," put in Zeisberger earnestly. "In '78 Girty came down on us like a
wolf on the fold. He had not so many Indians at his beck and call as now; but
he harangued for days, trying to scare us and our handful of Christians. He
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: From the hollow reeds he fashioned
Flutes so musical and mellow,
That the brook, the Sebowisha,
Ceased to murmur in the woodland,
That the wood-birds ceased from singing,
And the squirrel, Adjidaumo,
Ceased his chatter in the oak-tree,
And the rabbit, the Wabasso,
Sat upright to look and listen.
Yes, the brook, the Sebowisha,
Pausing, said, "O Chibiabos,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Collection of Antiquities by Honore de Balzac: magistrates, commissaries, policemen, and other representatives of
social order. Like most guilty creatures, Victurnien had forgotten
everything but his crime.
"It is all over with me," he cried.
"No, M. le Comte, drive as fast as you can to the Hotel du Bon la
Fontaine, in the Rue de Grenelle. Mlle. Armande is waiting there for
you, the horses have been put in, she will take you with her."
Victurnien, in his trouble, caught like a drowning man at the branch
that came to his hand; he rushed off to the inn, reached the place,
and flung his arms about his aunt. Mlle. Armande cried as if her heart
would break; any one might have thought that she had a share in her
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