| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: remembered August Naab's magnificent gesture of despair; and now the man
was cheerful again; he showed no sign of his great loss. His tasks were
many, and when one was done, he went on to the next. If Hare had not had
many proofs of this Mormon's feeling he would have thought him callous.
August Naab trusted God and men, loved animals, did what he had to do
with all his force, and accepted fate. The tragedy of the sheep had been
only an incident in a tragical life--that Hare divined with awe.
Mescal sorrowed, and Wolf mourned in sympathy with her, for their
occupation was gone, but both brightened when August made known his
intention to cross the river to the Navajo range, to trade with the
Indians for another flock. He began his preparations immediately. The
The Heritage of the Desert |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: "I hope Alfred's wooing may go well. I like him very much. But I'm afraid.
Betty has such a spirit that it is quite likely she will refuse him for no
other reason than that he built his cabin before he asked her."
"Nonsense. He asked her long ago. Never fear, Bess, my sister will come back
as meek as a lamb."
Meanwhile Betty and Alfred were strolling down the familiar path toward the
river. The October air was fresh with a suspicion of frost. The clear notes of
a hunter's horn came floating down from the hills. A flock of wild geese had
alighted on the marshy ground at the end of the island where they kept up a
continual honk! honk! The brown hills, the red forest, and the yellow fields
were now at the height of their autumnal beauty. Soon the November north wind
Betty Zane |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: her, white-man-fashion and lover-fashion, till she was all of a
tremble like a quaking aspen, and I was so beside myself I'd half
a mind to go up and give the uncle a lift over the divide.
"So I went down Wrangel way, past St. Mary's and even to the Queen
Charlottes, trading, running whiskey, turning the sloop to most
anything. Winter was on, stiff and crisp, and I was back to
Juneau, when the word came. 'Come,' the beggar says who brought
the news. 'Killisnoo say, "Come now."' 'What's the row?' I asks.
'Chief George,' says he. 'Potlach. Killisnoo, makum klooch.'
"Ay, it was bitter--the Taku howling down out of the north, the
salt water freezing quick as it struck the deck, and the old sloop
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