| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Iron Puddler by James J. Davis: the wider world. Nothing is done for him that he can do for
himself. He is taught no false theories. But every fact of life
is placed before him in due time. The first wealth of facts comes
to these city-bred children when they are set down in the middle
of this great, busy, beautiful farm. John Burrows says: "No race
that does not take to the soil can long hold its country. In the
struggle for survival it will lose its country to some incoming
race that loves the soil." Already the Japanese farmers in
California have shown that if we should let them in they would
take this whole country in a few years. They drive the American
farmer out because they have a passion for the soil, and they
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: Sannie spoke again. Bonaparte gave her no ear; his eye was fixed on a
small miniature on the opposite wall, which represented Tant Sannie as she
had appeared on the day before her confirmation, fifteen years before,
attired in green muslin. Suddenly he started to his feet, walked up to the
picture, and took his stand before it. Long and wistfully he gazed into
its features; it was easy to see that he was deeply moved. With a sudden
movement, as though no longer able to restrain himself, he seized the
picture, loosened it from its nail, and held it close to his eyes. At
length, turning to the Boer-woman, he said, in a voice of deep emotion:
"You will, I trust, dear madam, excuse this exhibition of my feelings; but
this--this little picture recalls to me my first and best beloved, my dear
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Long Odds by H. Rider Haggard: though it had evidently been inhabited of late, was as still as the bush
round it, and some guinea-fowl got up out of the prickly pear bushes
right at the kraal gate. I remember that I hesitated a little before
going in, there was such an air of desolation about the spot. Nature
never looks desolate when man has not yet laid his hand upon her breast;
she is only lonely. But when man has been, and has passed away, then
she looks desolate.
"Well, I passed into the kraal, and went up to the principal hut. In
front of the hut was something with an old sheep-skin kaross thrown over
it. I stooped down and drew off the rug, and then shrank back amazed,
for under it was the body of a young woman recently dead. For a moment
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