| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: At a touch of August's hand Hare turned to the old chief; and awaited his
speech. It came with the uplifting of Eschtah's head, and the offering
of his hand in the white man's salute. August's replies were slow and
labored; he could not speak the Navajo language fluently, but he
understood it.
"The White Prophet is welcome," was the chief's greeting. "Does he come
for sheep or braves or to honor the Navajo in his home?"
"Eschtah, he see' s the Flower of the Desert," replied August Naab.
"Mescal has left him. Her trail leads to the bitter waters under the
cliff, and then is as a bird's."
"Eschtah has waited, yet Mescal has not come to him."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Riverman by Stewart Edward White: These things took time and attention to details; also a careful
supervision. The spring increased, burst into leaf and bloom, and
settled into summer. Orde was constantly on the move. As soon as
low water came with midsummer, however, he arranged matters to run
themselves as far as possible, left with Newmark minute instructions
as to personal supervision, and himself departed to Redding. Here
he joined a crew which Tom North had already collected, and betook
himself to the head of the river.
He knew exactly what he intended to do. Far back on the head-waters
he built a dam. The construction of it was crude, consisting merely
of log cribs filled with stone and debris placed at intervals across
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: dedication and an index wi' the first lines like, and the deil an'
a'. Man, it'll be grand. Nae copies to be given to the Liberys.
I am alane myself, in Nice, they ca't, but damned, I think they
micht as well ca't Nesty. The Pile-on, 's they ca't, 's aboot as
big as the river Tay at Perth; and it's rainin' maist like
Greenock. Dod, I've seen 's had mair o' what they ca' the I-talian
at Muttonhole. I-talian! I haenae seen the sun for eicht and
forty hours. Thomson's better, I believe. But the body's fair
attenyated. He's doon to seeven stane eleeven, an' he sooks awa'
at cod liver ile, till it's a fair disgrace. Ye see he tak's it on
a drap brandy; and it's my belief, it's just an excuse for a dram.
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