Reading:
Read through the end of chapter 21, pick two favorite passages that you'd like to share with the class, and make a few notes about each one, why you chose it, what makes it special, etc. Passages can be from a paragraph to a page or two. Bring your notes to class.
Writing:
Same as last time, no length restriction, 300 word minimum, be inspired by any situation/character(s) through chapter 21..... have FUN!
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I’ve gotten into some trouble in my life before but this beats that. Who would of thought a town would get so upset over a little missing enamel. And just as I’m running from my mad town I meet up with this old man who is running from another angry crowd.
Why did we start running together? I don’t really know. Maybe it just seemed natural that with the crowd chasing the two of us, we should be running together.
Adrenaline is racing through my body as I and my new friend are struggling through the woods. We hear the dogs barking a few miles away. The men are shouting behind them. They’ve got guns and will shoot if they get in close range of us. My heart is thumping very hard and I am greatly afeared about what might happen to me.
We come to a cowpath and very close to us I see a canoe with a boy in it. He seems to be looking for something on the banks. Quickly I think that he will let us aboard and then those dogs will have no luck at getting us. The man on my side sees him too. He stops the same time as me. We yell together, begging and a’saying that we hadn’t been doing nothing. That we was being chased for it and men and dogs were following right behind us. We told him that we wanted to jump right in but he says. “Don’t you do it. I don’t hear the dogs and horses yet; you’ve got time to crowd through the brush and get up the crick a little ways: then you take to the water and wade down to me and get in- that’ll throw the dogs off the scent.”
The man and I did just as he said and pretty soon we were in the canoe. As soon as I get into the canoe I hunch over and allow myself to take great gasping breaths. The boy lits out quickly. I look over at the kid looking in the direction of where he is going. Well this kid sounds like a smart one I says to myself.
If this kid seems useful then maybe I can use him. He’d make a useful guide maybe. Boy seems to know his way around the river. I could say that I am a Duke and that nobody has treated me with respect and manners my whole life, and that I need to be waited on. That I always need every little thing done by someone else. Act all humble and wise and he take every word of it. Seems he’ll surender to any given request and act upon it.
Clare's passage: Edited Version
Title: The Duke and the King
I’ve gotten into some trouble in my life before but this beats that. Who would of thought a town would get so upset over a little missing enamel. And just as I’m running from my mad town I meet up with this old man who is running from another angry crowd. Why did we start running together? I don’t really know. Maybe it just seemed natural that with the crowd chasing the two of us, we should be running together.
I feel ice cold fear in my veins as I and my new friend are struggling through the woods. We hear the dogs barking a few miles away. The men are shouting behind them. They’ve got guns and will shoot if they get in close range of us. My heart is thumping very hard and I am greatly afeared about what might happen to me.
We come to a cowpath and very close to us I see a canoe with a boy in it. He seems to be looking for something on the banks. Quickly I think that he will let us aboard and then those dogs will have no luck at getting us. The man on my side sees him too. He stops the same time as me. We yell together, begging and a’saying that we hadn’t been doing nothing but we was being chased for it and men and dogs were following right behind us. We told him that we wanted to jump right in but he says. “Don’t you do it. I don’t hear the dogs and horses yet; you’ve got time to crowd through the brush and get up the crick a little ways: then you take to the water and wade down to me and get in- that’ll throw the dogs off the scent.”
The man and I did just as he said and pretty soon we were in the canoe. As soon as I’m in, I hunch over and allow myself to take great gasping breaths. The boy lits out quickly. When I finally get my breath back, I take a good long look at our new guide. ‘Well this kid sounds like a smart one’ I says to myself. If this kid seems useful then maybe I can use him. Boy seems to know his way around the river.
But it’s going to take some special foolin’. I could say that I am a Duke and that nobody has treated me with respect and manners my whole life, and that I need to be waited on, that I always need every little thing done by someone else. Act all humble and wise and he just might take it.
I’ve gotten into some trouble in my life before but this beats that. Who would of thought a town would get so upset over a little missing enamel. And just as I’m running from that crazy place I meet up with this old man who is running away from another angry mob.
Why did we start running together? I don’t really know. Maybe it just seemed natural that with the crowd chasing the two of us, we should be running together.
Consternation is running through my body as I and my new friend are struggling through the woods. We hear the dogs barking a few miles away. The men are shouting behind them. They’ve got guns and will shoot if they get in close range of us. My heart is thumping very hard and I am greatly afeared about what might happen to me. I don't want to be captured by those dogs. The sight of them affrays me to the bone.
We come to a cowpath and very close to us I see a canoe with a boy in it. He seems to be looking for something on the banks. Quickly I think that he will let us aboard and then those dogs will have no luck at getting us. The man on my side sees him too. He stops the same time as me. We yell together, begging and a’saying that we hadn’t been doing nothing but we was being chased for it and men and dogs were following right behind us. We told him that we wanted to jump right in but he says. “Don’t you do it. I don’t hear the dogs and horses yet; you’ve got time to crowd through the brush and get up the crick a little ways: then you take to the water and wade down to me and get in- that’ll throw the dogs off the scent.”
The man and I did just as he said and pretty soon we were in the canoe. As soon as I’m in, I hunch over and allow myself to take great gasping breaths. The boy lits out quickly. When I finally get my breath back, I take a good long look at our new guide. ‘Well this kid sounds like a smart one’ I says to myself. If this kid seems useful then maybe I can use him. Boy seems to know his way around the river.
But it’s going to take some special foolin’. I could say that I am a Duke and that nobody has treated me with respect and manners my whole life, and that I need to be waited on, that I always need every little thing done by someone else. Act all humble and wise and he just might take it.
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