| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mountains by Stewart Edward White: "Feed 20C a night."
Just beyond this extortion was the Giant Forest.
We entered it toward the close of the afternoon,
and rode on after our wonted time looking for feed
at less than twenty cents a night. The great trunks,
fluted like marble columns, blackened against the
western sky. As they grew huger, we seemed to
shrink, until we moved fearful as prehistoric man
must have moved among the forces over which he
had no control. We discovered our feed in a narrow
"stringer" a few miles on. That night, we, pigmies,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from American Notes by Rudyard Kipling: Ten regiments cavalry, twelve companies each.
Five regiments artillery, twelve companies each.
Now there is a notion in the air to reorganize the service on
these lines:--Eighteen regiments infantry at four battalions,
four companies each; third battalion, skeleton; fourth on paper.
Eight regiments cavalry at four battalions, four troops each;
third battalion, skeleton; fourth on paper.
Five regiments artillery at four battalions, four companies each;
third battalion, skeleton; fourth on paper.
Observe the beauty of this business. The third battalion will
have its officers, but no men; the fourth will probably have a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne: In putting them down as agents in the Emir's service,
Alcide Jolivet was, by all accounts, not mistaken.
In the first rank of the Tsiganes, Sangarre appeared,
superb in her strange and picturesque costume, which set
off still further her remarkable beauty.
Sangarre did not dance, but she stood as a statue in the
midst of the performers, whose style of dancing was a com-
bination of that of all those countries through which their
race had passed -- Turkey, Bohemia, Egypt, Italy, and
Spain. They were enlivened by the sound of cymbals,
which clashed on their arms, and by the hollow sounds of
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