Answer:
James Patrick Kinney´s "the cold within"and Saki´s "the interlopers" essay:
"Men are all created equal, and but their end may not."
Explanation:
Men are all created equal, but their end may not. During childhood, every one has been tought or should have been tought that all men were created equal, but the way of lives are going to end, involves a mistery which is posed in this poem "the cold within" and this short story "the interlopers", first introduced by misterious backgrounds: "Their dying fire in need of logs", and "In a forest of mixed growth somewhere on the eastern spurs of the Carpathians", both splattering our moods with "In bleak and bitter cold", and "...scandals had embittered the relationships between the families for three generations", preparing us for the struggle as none of them feel equal, in the poem there were 6 very different men: "six humans trapped by happenstance", and "The neighbor feud had grown into a personal one since Ulrich had come to be head of his family; if there was a man in the world whom he detested and wished ill to, it was Georg Znaeym, the inheritor of the quarrel and the tireless game snatcher and raider of the disputed border forest". None of them in either stories would want to be together as each had resentments toward each other: racist resentments: "She noticed one was black"; religious resentments: "Saw one not of his church"; social status resentments: "From the lazy,shiftless poor"; and family enherited resentments: " as boys they had thirsted for one another’s blood, as men each prayed that misfortune might fall on the other, and this windscourged winter night Ulrich had banded together his foresters to watch the dark forest, not in quest of four-footed quarry, but to keep a lookout for the prowling thieves whom he suspected of being afoot from across the land boundary". Both authors exhibit how life can set a common death to those people who never believed that men were all created equal, and teach them this lesson in the end of their lives: "Their logs held tight in death’s still hands Was proof of human sin. They did not die from the cold without They died from the cold within".; "“Then they are yours,” said Georg; “I had only seven out with me.”
“They are making all the speed they can, brave lads,” said Ulrich gladly. “Are they your men?” asked Georg. “Are they your men?” he repeated impatiently, as Ulrich did not answer. “No,” said Ulrich with a laugh, the idiotic chattering laugh of a man unstrung with hideous fear. “Who are they?” asked Georg quickly, straining his eyes to
see what the other would gladly not have seen. “Wolves.”
