| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: placed on board, and one evening the party prepared for their fresh
voyage. They determined to travel as much as possible by night,
for fear of discovery, especially in the neighborhood of the few
Spanish settlements which were then scattered along the banks of
the main stream. These, however, the negroes knew, so that there
was no fear of coming on them unawares; and as for falling asleep
in their night journeys, "Nobody," the negroes said, "ever slept on
the Magdalena; the mosquitoes took too good care of that." Which
fact Amyas and his crew verified afterwards as thoroughly as
wretched men could do.
The sun had sunk; the night had all but fallen; the men were all on
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Finished by H. Rider Haggard: men--a matter as to which personally I had no doubts.
Shortly after I left Zikali Heda and I ate our evening meal
together. Anscombe, as it chanced, had gone by the secret path
to the tableland of which I have spoken, where he amused himself,
as of course we were not allowed to fire a gun, by catching
partridges, with the help of an ingenious system of grass nets
which he had invented. There were springs on this tableland that
formed little pools of water, at which the partridges, also
occasionally guineafowl and bush pheasants, came to drink at
sunrise and sunset. Here it was that he set his nets and retired
to work them at those hours by means of strings that he pulled
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson: upon him, and called to him upon his duty, and bade him be home,
while there was yet time. "For you can still," said he, "be home
by sunset; and then all will be forgiven."
"God knows," said Jack, "I fear your anger; but yet your anger does
not prove that a man should wear a gyve on his right leg."
And at that the appearance of his father gobbled like a turkey.
"Ah, heaven," cried Jack, "the sorcerer again!"
The blood ran backward in his body and his joints rebelled against
him for the love he bore his father; but he heaved up the sword,
and plunged it in the heart of the appearance; and the appearance
cried out aloud with the voice of his father; and fell to the
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