| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: run from the sea, in perfect condition, and that is the reason why
he has given such good sport.
We must try for another before we go back. Again fortune favours
us, and at eleven o'clock we pole up the river to the camp with two
good salmon in the canoe. Hardly have we laid them away in the
ice-box, when Favonius comes dropping down from Patapedia with
three fish, one of them a twenty-four pounder. And so the
morning's work is done.
In the evening, after dinner, it was our custom to sit out on the
deck, watching the moonlight as it fell softly over the black hills
and changed the river into a pale flood of rolling gold. The
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mucker by Edgar Rice Burroughs: was at the bottom of it the anger of the Americans rose to a
dangerous pitch.
"Where is he?" someone asked. They were gathered in a
little cluster now about Billy Byrne and Shorter.
"I saw him duck behind the office building," said Eddie.
"Come on," said another. "We'll get him."
"Someone get a rope." The men spoke in low, ordinary
tones--they appeared unexcited. Determination was the most
apparent characteristic of the group. One of them ran back
toward the bunkhouse for his rope. The others walked slowly
in the direction of the rear of the office building. Grayson was
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Arizona Nights by Stewart Edward White: "It looks like a plumb imposition, cavallos," says I to them,
"after an all-day, but you sure don't want to join that outfit
any more than I do the angels, and if we camp here we're likely
to do both."
I didn't see them any more after that until I'd hit the Lazy Y,
and had started in runnin' cattle in the Soda Springs Valley.
Larry Eagen and I rode together those days, and that's how I got
to know him pretty well. One day, over in the Elm Flat, we ran
smack on this Texas outfit again, headed north. This time I was
on my own range, and I knew where I stood, so I could show a
little more curiosity in the case.
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