| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Sportsman by Xenophon: scent."
[8] Or, "a late start means the hounds will be robbed of a find and
the huntsman of his reward."
The net-keeper should wear a light costume. His business is to fix the
nets about the runs,[9] paths, bends, and hollows, and darksome spots,
brooks, dry torrents, or perennial mountain streams. These are the
places to which the hare chiefly betakes itself for refuge; though
there are of course endless others. These, and the side passages into,
and exits from them, whether well marked or ill defined, are to be
stopped just as day breaks; not too early, so that, in case the line
of nets be in the neighbourhood of covert to be searched for game,[10]
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson: A murrain on the trade! If it were not for the King that is a
priest and whom I have called my father, and if it were not for the
fair maid of the dun that makes my mouth to sing and my heart
enlarge, I would even tumble them all into the salt sea, and go
home and be a King like other folk."
But he was like the hunter that has seen a stag upon a mountain, so
that the night may fall, and the fire be kindled, and the lights
shine in his house; but desire of that stag is single in his bosom.
Now after many years the elder son came upon the sides of the salt
sea; and it was night, and a savage place, and the clamour of the
sea was loud. There he was aware of a house, and a man that sat
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne: Hans had fitted up a rudder to steer his vessel. He took the tiller,
and unmoored; the sail was set, and we were soon afloat. At the
moment of leaving the harbour, my uncle, who was tenaciously fond of
naming his new discoveries, wanted to give it a name, and proposed
mine amongst others.
"But I have a better to propose," I said: "Grauben. Let it be called
Port Gräuben; it will look very well upon the map."
"Port Gräuben let it be then."
And so the cherished remembrance of my Virlandaise became associated
with our adventurous expedition.
The wind was from the north-west. We went with it at a high rate of
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