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I felt a moment of fear as Mortimer spoke these words.Holmes sat forward in his excitement,and his eyes showed he

was very interested indeed.

'Why did nobody else see these footprints?'he asked.

'The footprints were about twenty metres from the body,and nobody thought of looking so far away,'Mortimer

replied.

'Are there many sheep dogs on the moor?'asked Holmes.

'Yes,but this was no sheep dog.The footprints were very large indeed—enormous,'Mortimer answered.

'But it had not gone near the body?'

'No.'

'What kind of night was it?'Holmes asked.wow gold,

'It was wet and cold,though it wasn't actually raining.'

'Describe the Alley to me.'

'The Alley is a path between two long yew hedges.The hedges are small trees that were planted very close

together.They are about four metres high.The distance between the two yew hedges is about seven metres.Down the

middle is a path of small stones.The path is about three metres wide,with grass on each side of it.'

'I understand there is a gate through the hedge in one place,'said Holmes.

'Yes,there is a small gate,which leads to the moor.'

'Is there any other opening through the hedge?'

'No.'

'So you can enter or leave the Yew Alley only from the Hall,or through the moor gate?'asked Holmes.

'There is a way out through a summer house at the far end.'

'Had Sir Charles reached the summer house?'

'No.He lay about fifty metres from it,'said Mortimer.wotlk gold,

'Now,Dr Mortimer,this is important.You say that the footprints you saw were on the path and not on the grass?'

'No footprints could show on the grass,'said Mortimer.

'Were they on the same side of the path as the moor gate?'

'Yes.They were.'

'I find that very interesting indeed.Another question:was the moor gate closed?'

'Yes.It was closed and locked.'

'How high is it?'asked Holmes.

'It is just over a metre high.'

'Then anyone could climb over it?'

'Yes.'

'What prints did you see by the moor gate?'

'Sir Charles seems to have stood there for five or ten min utes,'said Mortimer.'I know that because his cigar had

burned down and the ash had dropped twice off the end of it.'

'Excellent,'said Holmes.'This man is a very good detective,Watson.'

'Sir Charles had left his footprints all over that little bit of the path where he was standing.I couldn't see any

other prints.'wow gold,

Sherlock Holmes hit his knee with his hand angrily.

'I like to look closely at these things myself,'he said.'Oh,Dr Mortimer,why didn't you call me immediately?'

'Mr Holmes,the best detective in the world can't help with some things,'said Mortimer.

'You mean things that are outside the laws of nature—su pernatural things?'asked Holmes.

'I didn't say so exactly,'replied Mortimer.'But since Sir Charles died,I have heard about a number of things that

seem to be supernatural.Several people have seen an animal on the moor that looks like an enormous hound.They all

agree that it was a huge creature,which shone with a strange light like a ghost.I have questioned these people

carefully.They are all sensible people.They all tell the same story.Although they have only seen the creature far

away,it is exactly like the hell hound of the Baskerville story.The people are very frightened,and only the

bravest man will cross the moor at night.'

'And you,a man of science,believe that the creature is supernatural—something from another world?'asked Holmes.

'I don't know what to believe,'said Dr Mortimer.

'But you must agree that the footprints were made by a liv ing creature,not a ghost?'

'When the hound first appeared two hundred and fifty years ago,it was real enough to tear out Sir Hugo's throat…

but it was a supernatural hellhound,'said Dr Mortimer.

'If you think that Sir Charles' death was caused by some thing supernatural,my detective work can't help you,'said

Holmes,rather coldly.

'Perhaps,'said Mortimer.'But you can help me by advis ing me what to do for Sir Henry Baskerville.He arrives in

Lon don by train in exactly,'Dr Mortimer looked at his watch,'one hour and a quarter.'

'Sir Henry is now head of the Baskerville family?'asked Holmes.

'Yes,'said Dr Mortimer.'He is the last of the Baskervilles.The family lawyers contacted him in the USA.He has come

to England immediately by ship.He landed this morning.Now,Mr Holmes,what do you advise me to do with him?'

'Why should he not go to the family home?'asked Holmes.

'Because so many Baskervilles who go there die horrible deaths.But Sir Charles'good work must go on.If it

doesn't,all the people on the Baskerville lands will be much poorer.If the Baskerville family leaves the Hall,that

is what will happen.I don't know what to do.That is why I came to you for advice.'

Holmes though for a little while.Then he said:'You think it is too dangerous for any Baskerville to live at the

Hall because of this supernatural hellhound.Well,I think you should go and meet Sir Henry Baskerville.Say nothing

to him about this.I shall give you my advice in twentyfour hours.At ten o'clock tomorrow morning,Dr Mortimer,I

would like you to bring Sir Henry Baskerville here.'

Dr Mortimer got up from his chair.As he was leaving the room,Holmes said:'One more question,Dr Mortimer.You said

that before Sir Charles'death several people saw this strange creature on the moor?'

'Three people did,'said Mortimer.

'Did anyone see it after the death?'

'I haven't heard of anyone.'

'Thank you,Dr Mortimer.Good morning.'

After Mortimer had left us,Holmes sat down in his chair.He looked pleased.He always looked pleased when a case

interest ed him.

I knew that he needed to be alone to think about all that he had heard.I went out for the day,and came back to

find the room full of thick smoke from Holmes'pipe.

'What do you think of this case?'I asked him.

'It is hard to say.Take,for example,the change in the foot prints.Did Sir Charles walk on his toes down the

Alley?Only a stupid person is likely to believe that.The truth is he was run ning—running for his life.He ran

until his heart stopped and he fell dead.'

'What was he running from?'I asked.

'That is the difficult question,'said Holmes.'I think he was mad with fear before he began to run.He didn't know

what he was doing.That explains why he ran away from the house instead of towards it.He was running away from

help.The next question:who was he waiting for that night?And why was he waiting in the Yew Alley and not in the

house?'

'You think he was waiting for someone?'

'Sir Charles was old and unwell.We can understand why he took a walk each evening.But why did he stand in the

cold,on wet ground,for five or ten minutes?Dr Mortimer cleverly noted the cigar ash,so we know how long Sir

Charles stood there.We know that he kept away from the moor,so it's un likely that he waited at the moor gate

every evening.I am be ginning to understand some things,Watson.But I'll think no more about it until we meet Dr

Mortimer and Sir Henry Baskerville in the morning.Please give me my violin.'

And Holmes began to play his violin.He had done all the thinking he could.Now he needed more details of the case

to help him.
You think he was waiting for someone?

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We wow gold, are all in the position of the farmer. If we plant a good seed, we reap a good harvest. If our seed is poor and full of 6)weeds, we reap a useless crop. If we plant nothing at all, we harvest nothing at all.

I want the future to be better than the past. I don’t want it 7)contaminated by the mistakes and errors with which history is filled. We should all be concerned about the future because that is where we will spend the remainder of our lives.

The past is gone and 8)static. Nothing we can do will change it. The future is before us and 9)dynamic. Everything we do will affect it. Each day brings with it new 10)frontiers, in our homes and in our business, if we only recognize them. We are just at the beginning of the progress in every field of human endeavor.

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However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as

you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults in paradise. Love your

life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poor-house.

The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode;

the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I do not see but a quiet mind may live as

contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace. The town's poor seem to me often to live

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simply great enough to receive without misgiving. Most think that they are above being supported by the

town; but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means. which should

be more disreputable. Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage. Do not trouble yourself much to get

new things, whether clothes or friends, Turn the old, return to them. Things do not change; we change.

Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.
The man who is aware of himself is henceforth independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too

short, and he is steeped through and through with profound yet temperate happiness. He alone lives, while

other people, slaves of ceremony, let life slip past time in a kind of dream. Once conform, once do what

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becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent.
Joy in living comes from having fine emotions, trusting them, giving them the freedom of a bird in the

open. Joy in living can never be assumed as a pose, or put on from the outside as a mask. People who have

this joy don not need to talk about it; they radiate it. They just live out their joy and let it splash

its sunlight and glo
w into other lives as naturally as bird sings.
We can never get it by working for it directly. It comes, like happiness, to those who are aiming at

something higher. It is a byproduct of great, simple living. The joy of living comes from what we put into

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Years ago, aoc power leveling

when I started looking for my first job, wise advisers urged, "Barbara, be enthusiastic! Enthusiasm will

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How right they were. Enthusiastic people can turn a boring drive into an adventure, extra work into

opportunity and strangers into friends.

"Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm," wrote Ralph Waldo Emerson. It is the paste that

helps you hang in there when the going gets tough. It is the inner voice that whispers, "I can do it!"

when others shout, "No, you can't."
It took years and years for the early work of Barbara McClintock, a geneticist who won the 1983 Nobel

Prize in medicine, to be generally accepted. Yet she didn't let up on her experiments. Work was such a

deep pleasure for her that she never thought of stopping.

We are all born with wide-eyed, enthusiastic wonder as anyone knows who has ever seen an infant's delight

at the jingle of keys or the scurrying of a beetle.
It is this childlike wonder that gives enthusiastic people such a youthful air, whatever their age. At 90,

cellist Pablo Casals would start his day by playing Bach. As the music flowed through his fingers, his

stooped shoulders would straighten and joy would reappear in his eyes. Music, for Casals, was an elixir

that made life a never ending adventure. As author and poet Samuel Ullman once wrote, "Years wrinkle the

skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul."

How do you rediscover the enthusiasm of your childhood? The answer, I believe, lies in the word itself.

"Enthusiasm" comes from the Greek and means "God within." And what is God within is but an abiding sense

of love -- proper love of self (self-acceptance) and, from that, love of others.

Enthusiastic people also love what they do, regardless of money or title or power. If we cannot do what we

love as a full-time career, we can as a part-time avocation, like the head of state who paints, the nun

who runs marathons, the executive who handcrafts furniture.

Elizabeth Layton of Wellsville, Kan, was 68 before she began to draw. This activity ended bouts of

depression that had plagued her for at least 30 years, and the quality of her work led one critic to say,

"I am tempted to call Layton a genius." Elizabeth has rediscovered her enthusiasm.

We can't afford to waste tears on "might-have-beens." We need to turn the tears into sweat as we go after

"what-can-be."

We need to live each moment wholeheartedly, with all our senses -- finding pleasure in the fragrance of a

back-yard garden, the crayoned picture of a six-year-old, the enchanting beauty of a rainbow. It is such

enthusiastic love of life that puts a sparkle in our eyes, a lilt in our steps and smooths the wrinkles

from our souls.
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