| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Sportsman by Xenophon: "crowns"[23] with alternate rows of nails of wood and iron woven into
the coil.[24] The iron nails should be larger, so that while the
wooden ones yield to the foot, the others may press into it.[25] The
noose of the cord which will be laid upon "the crown" should be woven
out of esparto and so should the rope itself, this kind of grass being
least liable to rot. The rope and noose itself should both alike be
stout. The log or clog of wood attached should be made of common or of
holm oak with the bark on, three spans in length, and a palm in
thickness.[26]
[19] {podostrabai}, podostrabai so called. Cf. "the boot."
[20] {en tais diodois}, "at points where paths issue," or "cross."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: to witness the fate of his companion Gustavus, had not two
Highlanders seized him by the arms, two more pushed him on
behind, while a fifth exclaimed, "Hout awa wi' the daft
Sassenach! does she no hear the Laird bidding her up to her ain
castle, wi' her special voice, and isna that very mickle honour
for the like o' her?"
Thus impelled, Captain Dalgetty could only for a short space keep
a reverted eye towards the galley in which he had left the
partner of his military toils. In a few minutes afterwards he
found himself involved in the total darkness of a staircase,
which, entering from the low-browed cavern we have mentioned,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Padre Ignacio by Owen Wister: pastor nearer their own level, and I should have ridden down this canyon
upon my mule, and stepped on board the barkentine, and gone back to my
proper sphere. You will understand, sir, that I am far from venturing to
make any personal comment. I am only thinking what a world of difference
lies between natures that can feel as alike as we do upon so many
subjects. Why, not since leaving New Orleans have I met any one with whom
I could talk, except of the weather and the brute interests common to us
all. That such a one as you should be here is like a dream."
"But it is not a dream," said the Padre.
"And, sir--pardon me if I do say this--are you not wasted at Santa
Ysabel del Mar? I have seen the priests at the other missions. They are--
the sort of good men that I expected. But are you needed to save such
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