|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey:
where he had driven the horses. Greaser sat on a stone puffing a cigarette.
It was the first time I had taken a good look at him. He was smaller than I
had fancied; his feet and hands and features resembled those of a woman,
but his eyes were live coals of black fire. In the daylight I was not in
the least afraid of him.
Herky-Jerky was the most interesting one of our captors. He had a short,
stocky figure, and was the most bow-legged man I ever saw. Never on earth
could he have stopped a pig in a lane. A stubby beard covered the lower
half of his brick-red face. The most striking thing about Herky-Jerky,
however, was his perpetual grin. He looked very jolly, yet every time he
opened his mouth it was to utter bad language. He cursed the fire, the
The Young Forester
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Modeste Mignon by Honore de Balzac:
elsewhere. His two idols now inhabited a temple worthy of them; the
sumptuous little cottage gave them a home, where these dethroned
royalties could keep the semblance of majesty about them,--a species
of dignity usually denied to those who have seen better days.
Perhaps as the story goes on, the reader will not regret having
learned in advance a few particulars as to the home and the habitual
companions of Modeste Mignon, for, at her age, people and things have
as much influence upon the future life as a person's own character,--
indeed, character often receives ineffaceable impressions from its
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey:
old pattern. The look of him brought back my old fancy of Wetzel or Kit
"So I'm lost," I concluded, "and don't know what to do. I daren't try to
find the sawmill. I won't go back to Holston just yet."
"An' why not, youngster? 'Pears to me you'd better make tracks from
I told him why, at which he laughed.
"Wal, I reckon you can stay with me fer a spell. My camp's in the head of
"Oh, thank you, that'll be fine!" I exclaimed. My great good luck filled me
with joy. "Do you stay on the mountain?"
The Young Forester