| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: them good humored, the winter passed, and spring
came with the ever wondrous miracle of awakening life,
with soft zephyrs, warm rain, and sunny skies.
Through all the winter Father Claude had been ex-
pecting to hear from Simon de Montfort but not until
now did he receive a message which told the good
priest that his letter had missed the great baron and had
followed him around until he had but just received it.
The message closed with these words:
"Any clew however vague which might lead nearer
to a true knowledge of the fate of Prince Richard we
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mountains by Stewart Edward White: Trail of Life sketched at the beginning of this essay.
But the trail of the mountains means more than
wonder; it means hard work. Unless you stick to
the beaten path, where the freighters have lost so
many mules that they have finally decided to fix
things up a bit, you are due for lots of trouble. Bad
places will come to be a nightmare with you and a
topic of conversation with whomever you may meet.
We once enjoyed the company of a prospector three
days while he made up his mind to tackle a certain
bit of trail we had just descended. Our accounts did
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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: "Easier said than done, lad. Jim Girty is a white traitor, but he's a cunnin'
an' fierce redskin in his ways an' life. He knows the woods as a crow does,
an' keeps outer sight 'cept when he's least expected. Then ag'in, he's got
Simon Girty, his brother, an' almost the whole redskin tribe behind him.
Injuns stick close to a white man that has turned ag'inst his own people, an'
Jim Girty hain't ever been ketched. Howsumever, I heard last trip thet he'd
been tryin' some of his tricks round Fort Henry, an' thet Wetzel is on his
trail. Wal, if it's so thet Lew Wetzel is arter him, I wouldn't give a pinch
o' powder fer the white-redskin's chances of a long life."
No one spoke, and Jeff, after knocking the ashes from his pipe, went down to
the raft, returning shortly afterward with his blanket. This he laid down and
The Spirit of the Border |
