Question

Which author worked as a steamboat pilot during his youth and went on to become famous as a humorist, novelist, and memoirist?








A.
Ernesto Galarza







B.
Russell Baker







C.
Jack London







D.
Mark Twain
I think D

Answer 1

@chycora_thebaddest

Answer 2

@Clonetroooper78
@EclipsedStar

Answer 3

umm so

Answer 4

Yes you're correct :)

Answer 5

It's Mark Twain.

Answer 6

want to help me with some more

Answer 7

i think its A or D

Answer 8

yes

Answer 9

dudes?

Answer 10

What approach to life do Naturalist writers advocate, as Jack London does in his story "To Build a Fire"?








A.
respecting the power and wildness of the natural world







B.
relying on the protective boundaries of civilization







C.
celebrating the bonds between humans and nature







D.
placing trust in the wisdom and cleverness of humans

Answer 11

mmmh

Answer 12

It portrays the conflict man versus nature. So, there seems to be none of your answers.

Answer 13

I have to be one

Answer 14

idk sorry

Answer 15

I think A

Answer 16

@chycora_thebaddest

Answer 17

lol sorry for no replies, I was on a different page

Answer 18

Yes, it's A. :)

Answer 19

hi

Answer 20

yay want to help with some more

Answer 21

What inspired details such as the character of Aengus and the "glimmering girl" in W.B. Yeats's "The Song of Wandering Aengus"?


A.
Yeats's desire for Irish independence

B.
Yeats's love of melodious language

C.
Yeats's experience as a painter

D.
Yeats's knowledge of Irish mythology

Answer 22

@EclipsedStar

Answer 23

think d

Answer 24

Sorry....I haven't read that book :(

Answer 25

What is the purpose of the detailed daydreams that interrupt the plot in "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty"?








A.
They reveal the irritating challenges Mitty faces daily.







B.
They recall the dashing man Mitty once was.







C.
They recall the risky situations Mitty has faced.







D.
They reveal the heroic life Mitty longs to lead.

Answer 26

@EclipsedStar

Answer 27

I think a

Answer 28

It's D.

Answer 29

D?? okay

Answer 30

No one likes the daydreaming, and that it is irritating
but they're not real, so it's not A.

Answer 31

In "in Just," what mood does E.E. Cummings create in following lines?


"and bettyandisbel come dancing / from hop-scotch and jump-rope and / it's / spring"









A.
happy excitement







B.
bored restlessness







C.
smug contentment







D.
annoyed confusion
i think a

Answer 32

@EclipsedStar

Answer 33

Yes, it's A. ^-^

Answer 34

What does the boy in Manuel Rojas's "The Glass of Milk" learn by the story's end?









A.
There is no way to pay a debt of gratitude.







B.
A man can easily find work.







C.
A man must fend for himself.







D.
There is no shame in needing help.
I think d

Answer 35

Yes, I'm going with D.

Answer 36

How is the main conflict of the storm's threat resolved in Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's "The Wreck of the Hesperus"?








A.
The narrator prays for sailors' safety.







B.
The skipper protects his daughter by tying her to the mast.







C.
The fisherman finds the daughter's body on the beach.







D.
The old sailor warns the skipper about the storm.
I think D or B

Answer 37

Sorry, I haven't read this one... :(

Answer 38

It was the schooner Hesperus,

That sailed the wintry sea;

And the skipper had taken his little daughtèr,

To bear him company.


Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,

Her cheeks like the dawn of day,

And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,

That ope in the month of May.


The skipper he stood beside the helm,

His pipe was in his mouth,

And he watched how the veering flaw did blow

The smoke now West, now South.


Then up and spake an old Sailòr,

Had sailed to the Spanish Main,

"I pray thee, put into yonder port,

For I fear a hurricane.


"Last night, the moon had a golden ring,

And to-night no moon we see!"

The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe,

And a scornful laugh laughed he.


Colder and louder blew the wind,

A gale from the Northeast,

The snow fell hissing in the brine,

And the billows frothed like yeast.


Down came the storm, and smote amain

The vessel in its strength;

She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,

Then leaped her cable's length.


"Come hither! come hither! my little daughtèr,

And do not tremble so;

For I can weather the roughest gale

That ever wind did blow."


He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat

Against the stinging blast;

He cut a rope from a broken spar,

And bound her to the mast.


"O father! I hear the church-bells ring,

Oh say, what may it be?"

"'T is a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!" —

And he steered for the open sea.


"O father! I hear the sound of guns,

Oh say, what may it be?"

"Some ship in distress, that cannot live

In such an angry sea!"


"O father! I see a gleaming light,

Oh say, what may it be?"

But the father answered never a word,

A frozen corpse was he.


Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,

With his face turned to the skies,

The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow

On his fixed and glassy eyes.


Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed

That savèd she might be;

And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave

On the Lake of Galilee.


And fast through the midnight dark and drear,

Through the whistling sleet and snow,

Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept

Tow'rds the reef of Norman's Woe.


And ever the fitful gusts between

A sound came from the land;

It was the sound of the trampling surf

On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.


The breakers were right beneath her bows,

She drifted a dreary wreck,

And a whooping billow swept the crew

Like icicles from her deck.


She struck where the white and fleecy waves

Looked soft as carded wool,

But the cruel rocks, they gored her side

Like the horns of an angry bull.


Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,

With the masts went by the board;

Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank,

Ho! ho! the breakers roared!


At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,

A fisherman stood aghast,

To see the form of a maiden fair,

Lashed close to a drifting mast.


The salt sea was frozen on her breast,

The salt tears in her eyes;

And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed,

On the billows fall and rise.


Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,

In the midnight and the snow!

Christ save us all from a death like this,

On the reef of Norman's Woe!
this is the poem