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When you have really longs pages it is convenient to list a bunch of links at the top of the page that will take you to sections further down in the page. With a combination of a couple of wiki widgets, you can achieve this usefulness in FitNesse.
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The first component is called an '''Anchor'''. Use anchors to designate locations in a page that you want to link to. Create anchors like this:
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'''!-!anchor anchorName-!'''
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When saved, you wont see the anchors but they'll be there in the document.
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Now you just need to create a link to them. You do that with the following syntax:
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'''!-.#pageBottom-!'''
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When saved this will turn into a link to the anchor named '''pageBottom''' in this case.
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.#pageBottom
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At the very bottom of this page, there is an anchor named '''pageBottom'''. When you click in the link above, you will be taken to that hidden anchor.
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And now, a little poem by '''William Butler Yeats''' to fill the space:
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That civilisation may not sink,
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Its great battle lost,
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Quiet the dog, tether the pony
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To a distant post;
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Our master Caesar is in the tent
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Where the maps ate spread,
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His eyes fixed upon nothing,
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A hand under his head.
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(Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
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His mind moves upon silence.)
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That the topless towers be burnt
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And men recall that face,
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Move most gently if move you must
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In this lonely place.
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She thinks, part woman, three parts a child,
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That nobody looks; her feet
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Practise a tinker shuffle
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Picked up on a street.
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(Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
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Her mind moves upon silence.)
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That girls at puberty may find
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The first Adam in their thought,
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Shut the door of the Pope's chapel,
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Keep those children out.
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There on that scaffolding reclines
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Michael Angelo.
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With no more sound than the mice make
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His hand moves to and fro.
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(Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
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His mind moves upon silence.)
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----
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!anchor pageBottom
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!c !1 You've hit the bottom of the page!
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