{"id":350,"date":"2020-06-17T18:58:12","date_gmt":"2020-06-17T22:58:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pressbooks.bccampus.ca\/pressbooksvisualguide\/?post_type=chapter&p=350"},"modified":"2021-10-12T18:04:37","modified_gmt":"2021-10-12T22:04:37","slug":"hypothes-is","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/pressbooks.bccampus.ca\/pressbooksvisualguide\/chapter\/hypothes-is\/","title":{"raw":"Hypothes.is","rendered":"Hypothes.is"},"content":{"raw":"Pressbooks allows for the use of Hypothesis<\/a>\u00a0without having the browser extension. As long the user has an account, they will be able to make annotations as well as read other users' annotations and public comments.\r\n\r\n \r\n
\r\n\r\nNote:<\/strong><\/em>\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nHypothes.is is not FIPPA compliant<\/a>. This means that H5P does not protect personal student information from unauthorized collection, use, or disclosure by public bodies, and does not guarantee the protection of student privacy<\/a>. When implementing Hypothes.is, consider whether personal information will be required from the student to participate.\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n \r\n

Enabling Hypothes.is<\/h2>\r\nTo enable H5P in your book, click on Plugins<\/strong> in the menu bar<\/a> to manage plugin activation.\r\n\r\n \r\n
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Click on the word Activate<\/strong> next to the Hypothesis plugin. You can also click the check box (or several), choose Activate<\/strong> from the Bulk Actions<\/strong> drop-down menu, and then hit Apply<\/strong>.<\/figure>\r\n
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Using Hypothesi.s<\/h2>\r\n\"\"Now that the plugin is activated, you can edit permissions and settings by clicking on Hypothesis<\/strong> under Settings on the left menu. You can choose whether to include or exclude certain chapters or sections.\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n \r\n

You can see an example of how Hypothes.is can be used below.<\/p>\r\n \r\n

Example of using Hypothes.is<\/h1>\r\n
\r\n\r\nNote:<\/strong><\/em>\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nThe Hypothes.is window is found on the right side of your browser window. You can access it by clicking the <<\/strong> symbol found at the top of the scroll bar.\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n \r\n\r\n5 May.<\/i>\u2014I must have been asleep, for certainly if I had been fully awake I must have noticed the approach of such a remarkable place. In the gloom the courtyard looked of considerable size, and as several dark ways led from it under great round arches, it perhaps seemed bigger than it really is. I have not yet been able to see it by daylight.\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nWhen the cal\u00e8che stopped, the driver jumped down and held out his hand to assist me to alight. Again I could not but notice his prodigious strength. His hand actually seemed like a steel vice that could have crushed mine if he had chosen. Then he took out my traps, and placed them on the ground beside me as I stood close to a great door, old and studded with large iron nails, and set in a projecting doorway of massive stone. I could see even in the dim light that the stone was massively carved, but that the carving had been much worn by time and weather. As I stood, the driver jumped again into his seat and shook the reins; the horses started forward, and trap and all disappeared down one of the dark openings.\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nI stood in silence where I was, for I did not know what to do. Of bell or knocker there was no sign; through these frowning walls and dark window openings it was not likely that my voice could penetrate. The time I waited seemed endless, and I felt doubts and fears crowding upon me. What sort of place had I come to, and among what kind of people? What sort of grim adventure was it on which I had embarked? Was this a customary incident in the life of a solicitor\u2019s clerk sent out to explain the purchase of a London estate to a foreigner? Solicitor\u2019s clerk! Mina would not like that. Solicitor\u2014for just before leaving London I got word that my examination was successful; and I am now a full-blown solicitor! I began to rub my eyes and pinch myself to see if I were awake. It all seemed like a horrible nightmare to me, and I expected that I should suddenly awake, and<\/a> find myself at home, with the dawn struggling in through the windows, as I had now and again felt in the morning after a day of overwork. But my flesh answered the pinching test, and my eyes were not to be deceived. I was indeed awake and among the Carpathians. All I could do now was to be patient, and to wait the coming of the morning.\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nJust as I had come to this conclusion I heard a heavy step approaching behind the great door, and saw through the chinks the gleam of a coming light. Then there was the sound of rattling chains and the clanking of massive bolts drawn back. A key was turned with the loud grating noise of long disuse, and the great door swung back.\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nWithin, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere. He held in his hand an antique silver lamp, in which the flame burned without chimney or globe of any kind, throwing long quivering shadows as it flickered in the draught of the open door. The old man motioned me in with his right hand with a courtly gesture, saying in excellent English, but with a strange intonation:\u2014\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n\u201cWelcome to my house! Enter freely and of your own will!\u201d He made no motion of stepping to meet me, but stood like a statue, as though his gesture of welcome had fixed him into stone. The instant, however, that I had stepped over the threshold, he moved impulsively forward, and holding out his hand grasped mine with a strength which made me wince, an effect which was not lessened by the fact that it seemed as cold as ice\u2014more like the hand of a dead than a living man. Again he said:\u2014\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n\u201cWelcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring!\u201d The strength of the handshake was so much akin to that which I had noticed in the driver, whose face I had not seen, that for a moment I doubted if it were not the same person to whom I was speaking; so to make sure, I said interrogatively:\u2014\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n\u201cCount Dracula?\u201d He bowed in a courtly way as he replied:\u2014\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n\u201cI am Dracula; and I bid you welcome, Mr. Harker, to my house. Come in; the night air is chill, and you must need to eat and rest.\u201d As he was speaking, he put the lamp on a bracket on the wall, and stepping out, took my luggage; he had carried it in before I could forestall him. I protested but he insisted:\u2014\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n\u201cNay, sir, you are my guest. It is late, and my people are not available. Let me see to your comfort myself.\u201d He insisted on carrying my traps along the passage, and then up a great winding stair, and along another great passage, on whose stone floor our steps rang heavily. At the end of this he threw open a heavy door, and I rejoiced to see within a well-lit room in which a table was spread for supper, and on whose mighty hearth a great fire of logs, freshly replenished, flamed and flared.\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nThe Count halted, putting down my bags, closed the door, and crossing the room, opened another door, which led into a small octagonal room lit by a single lamp, and seemingly without a window of any sort. Passing through this, he opened another door, and motioned me to enter. It was a welcome sight; for here was a great bedroom well lighted and warmed with another log fire,\u2014also added to but lately, for the top logs were fresh\u2014which sent a hollow roar up the wide chimney. The Count himself left my luggage inside and withdrew, saying, before he closed the door:\u2014\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n\u201cYou will need, after your journey, to refresh yourself by making your toilet. I trust you will find all you wish. When you are ready, come into the other room, where you will find your supper prepared.\u201d\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n--- From Dracula<\/em><\/a>, by Bram Stoker","rendered":"

Pressbooks allows for the use of Hypothesis<\/a>\u00a0without having the browser extension. As long the user has an account, they will be able to make annotations as well as read other users’ annotations and public comments.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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Note:<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hypothes.is is not FIPPA compliant<\/a>. This means that H5P does not protect personal student information from unauthorized collection, use, or disclosure by public bodies, and does not guarantee the protection of student privacy<\/a>. When implementing Hypothes.is, consider whether personal information will be required from the student to participate.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

Enabling Hypothes.is<\/h2>\n

To enable H5P in your book, click on Plugins<\/strong> in the menu bar<\/a> to manage plugin activation.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n

 <\/p>\n

Click on the word Activate<\/strong> next to the Hypothesis plugin. You can also click the check box (or several), choose Activate<\/strong> from the Bulk Actions<\/strong> drop-down menu, and then hit Apply<\/strong>.<\/figure>\n
<\/figure>\n

Using Hypothesi.s<\/h2>\n

\"\"Now that the plugin is activated, you can edit permissions and settings by clicking on Hypothesis<\/strong> under Settings on the left menu. You can choose whether to include or exclude certain chapters or sections.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You can see an example of how Hypothes.is can be used below.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Example of using Hypothes.is<\/h1>\n
\n

Note:<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Hypothes.is window is found on the right side of your browser window. You can access it by clicking the <<\/strong> symbol found at the top of the scroll bar.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

5 May.<\/i>\u2014I must have been asleep, for certainly if I had been fully awake I must have noticed the approach of such a remarkable place. In the gloom the courtyard looked of considerable size, and as several dark ways led from it under great round arches, it perhaps seemed bigger than it really is. I have not yet been able to see it by daylight.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When the cal\u00e8che stopped, the driver jumped down and held out his hand to assist me to alight. Again I could not but notice his prodigious strength. His hand actually seemed like a steel vice that could have crushed mine if he had chosen. Then he took out my traps, and placed them on the ground beside me as I stood close to a great door, old and studded with large iron nails, and set in a projecting doorway of massive stone. I could see even in the dim light that the stone was massively carved, but that the carving had been much worn by time and weather. As I stood, the driver jumped again into his seat and shook the reins; the horses started forward, and trap and all disappeared down one of the dark openings.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I stood in silence where I was, for I did not know what to do. Of bell or knocker there was no sign; through these frowning walls and dark window openings it was not likely that my voice could penetrate. The time I waited seemed endless, and I felt doubts and fears crowding upon me. What sort of place had I come to, and among what kind of people? What sort of grim adventure was it on which I had embarked? Was this a customary incident in the life of a solicitor\u2019s clerk sent out to explain the purchase of a London estate to a foreigner? Solicitor\u2019s clerk! Mina would not like that. Solicitor\u2014for just before leaving London I got word that my examination was successful; and I am now a full-blown solicitor! I began to rub my eyes and pinch myself to see if I were awake. It all seemed like a horrible nightmare to me, and I expected that I should suddenly awake, and<\/a> find myself at home, with the dawn struggling in through the windows, as I had now and again felt in the morning after a day of overwork. But my flesh answered the pinching test, and my eyes were not to be deceived. I was indeed awake and among the Carpathians. All I could do now was to be patient, and to wait the coming of the morning.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Just as I had come to this conclusion I heard a heavy step approaching behind the great door, and saw through the chinks the gleam of a coming light. Then there was the sound of rattling chains and the clanking of massive bolts drawn back. A key was turned with the loud grating noise of long disuse, and the great door swung back.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere. He held in his hand an antique silver lamp, in which the flame burned without chimney or globe of any kind, throwing long quivering shadows as it flickered in the draught of the open door. The old man motioned me in with his right hand with a courtly gesture, saying in excellent English, but with a strange intonation:\u2014<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWelcome to my house! Enter freely and of your own will!\u201d He made no motion of stepping to meet me, but stood like a statue, as though his gesture of welcome had fixed him into stone. The instant, however, that I had stepped over the threshold, he moved impulsively forward, and holding out his hand grasped mine with a strength which made me wince, an effect which was not lessened by the fact that it seemed as cold as ice\u2014more like the hand of a dead than a living man. Again he said:\u2014<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWelcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring!\u201d The strength of the handshake was so much akin to that which I had noticed in the driver, whose face I had not seen, that for a moment I doubted if it were not the same person to whom I was speaking; so to make sure, I said interrogatively:\u2014<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cCount Dracula?\u201d He bowed in a courtly way as he replied:\u2014<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI am Dracula; and I bid you welcome, Mr. Harker, to my house. Come in; the night air is chill, and you must need to eat and rest.\u201d As he was speaking, he put the lamp on a bracket on the wall, and stepping out, took my luggage; he had carried it in before I could forestall him. I protested but he insisted:\u2014<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNay, sir, you are my guest. It is late, and my people are not available. Let me see to your comfort myself.\u201d He insisted on carrying my traps along the passage, and then up a great winding stair, and along another great passage, on whose stone floor our steps rang heavily. At the end of this he threw open a heavy door, and I rejoiced to see within a well-lit room in which a table was spread for supper, and on whose mighty hearth a great fire of logs, freshly replenished, flamed and flared.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Count halted, putting down my bags, closed the door, and crossing the room, opened another door, which led into a small octagonal room lit by a single lamp, and seemingly without a window of any sort. Passing through this, he opened another door, and motioned me to enter. It was a welcome sight; for here was a great bedroom well lighted and warmed with another log fire,\u2014also added to but lately, for the top logs were fresh\u2014which sent a hollow roar up the wide chimney. The Count himself left my luggage inside and withdrew, saying, before he closed the door:\u2014<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYou will need, after your journey, to refresh yourself by making your toilet. I trust you will find all you wish. When you are ready, come into the other room, where you will find your supper prepared.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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