The cold wind whipped as Stanton raced against it. This was no night for a calm ride. The horse's hooves clicked as Stanton whipped the reins. He clutched the king's message in one hand and his crossbow in the other. A wolf howled. He saw motion in the bushes ahead. Not a good sign. It could be an ambush. Stanton extended his finger over the trigger of the crossbow. More wolves howled together. WHATS THE MOOD?

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b. the poet identifies with private people.

    in the stanza, dickinson states she doesn't wish to seek fame and recognition from the public eye. nor is she afraid of authority figures, and you can definitely tell she isn't hiding something. more as she identifies with private people, who are not known by the community