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APPLY ALL THE ADVANCED SKILLS TO SINGLE- AND MULTIPLE-PARAGRAPH SELECTIONS ADDITIONAL PRACTICE
Passage 1
I am tired of fighting. Our chiefs are killed... The old men are all dead. He who led the young men is dead.... It is cold, and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death.... I want to have time to look for my children, and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more forever.
Source: Chief Joseph, spoken at his surrende, October 5, 1877, near the Canadian border.
Passage 2
My friends, I have been asked to show you my heart. I am glad to have a chance to do so. I want the white people to understand my people. Some of you think an Indian is like a wild animal. This is a great mistake. I will tell you about our people, and then you can judge whether the Indian is a man or not. I believe much trouble and blood would be saved if we opened our hearts more. I will tell you in my way how the Indian sees things. The white man has more words to tell you how they look to him, but it does not require many words to speak the truth. What I have to say will come from my heart, and I will speak with a straight tongue. Ah-cum-kin-ma-me-hut (the Great Spirit) is looking at me, and will hear me Our fathers gave us many laws, which they learned from their fathers. These laws were good. They told us to treat all men as they treated us; that we should never be the first to break a bargain; that it was a disgrace to tell a lie; that we should speak only the truth; that it was a shame for one man to take from another his wife or his property without paying for it. We were taught to believe that the Great Spirit sees and hears everything, and that he never forgets; that hereafter he will give every man a spirit-home according to his deserts: if he had been a good man, he will have a good home; it he had been a bad man, he will have a bad home. This I believe and all my people believe the same.Source: Chief Joseph, North American Review, published after his surrender in 1877.
My friends, I have been asked to show you my heart. I am glad to have a chance to do so. I want the white people to understand my people. Some of you think an Indian is like a wild animal. This is a great mistake. I will tell you about our people, and then you can judge whether the Indian is a man or not. I believe much trouble and blood would be saved if we opened our hearts more. I will tell you in my way how the Indian sees things. The white man has more words to tell you how they look to him, but it does not require many words to speak the truth. What I have to say will come from my heart, and I will speak with a straight tongue. Ah-cum-kin-ma-me-hut (the Great Spirit) is looking at me, and will hear me Our fathers gave us many laws, which they learned from their fathers. These laws were good. They told us to treat all men as they treated us; that we should never be the first to break a bargain; that it was a disgrace to tell a lie; that we should speak only the truth; that it was a shame for one man to take from another his wife or his property without paying for it. We were taught to believe that the Great Spirit sees and hears everything, and that he never forgets; that hereafter he will give every man a spirit-home according to his deserts: if he had been a good man, he will have a good home; it he had been a bad man, he will have a bad home. This I believe and all my people believe the same.
Source: Chief Joseph, North American Review, published after his surrender in 1877.
Passage 3
I am tired of talk that comes to nothing. It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and all the broken promises. There has been too much talking by men who had no right to talk. Too many representations have been made; too many misunderstandings have come up between the white men and the Indians. If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian he can live in peace. There need be no trouble. Treat all men alike. Give them all the same law. Give them all an even chance to live and grow. All men were made by the same Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers. The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it. You might as well expect rivers to run backward as that any man who was born free should be contented when penned up and denied liberty to go where he pleases. If you tie a horse to a stake, do you expect he will grow fat? If you pen an Indian up on a small spot of earth, and compel him to stay there, he will not be contented, nor will he grow and prosper. I have asked some of the great white chiefs where they get their authority to say to the Indian that he shall stay in one place, while he sees white men going where they please. They cannot tell me. Source: Chief Joseph, North American Review, published after his surrender in 1877.
Passage 4
A certain man had several sons who were always quarreling with one another, and try as he might, he could not get them to live together in harmony. So he determined to convince them of their folly by the following means. Bidding them fetch a bundle of sticks, he invited each in turn to break it across his knee. All tried and all failed. Then he undid the bundle, and handed them the sticks one by one, which they had no difficulty at all in breaking. "My boys," he said, "united you will be more than a match for your enemies, but if you quarrel and separate, your weakness will put you at the mercy of those who attack you." Source: an Aesop's fable, from William J. Bennett, The Book of Virtues, New York, Simon and Schuster, 1993, p. 388.
Source: an Aesop's fable, from William J. Bennett, The Book of Virtues, New York, Simon and Schuster, 1993, p. 388.
Passage Five
We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight on the hills; we shall never surrender Source: Winston Churchill, speech, from William J. Bennett, The Book of Virtues, New York, Simon and Schuster, 1993, p. 572.
Source: Winston Churchill, speech, from William J. Bennett, The Book of Virtues, New York, Simon and Schuster, 1993, p. 572.
Passage Six
Grandmother's TableOnce there was a feeble old woman whose husband died and left her all alone, so she went to live with her son and his wife and their own little daughter. Every day the old woman's sight dimmed and her hearing grew worse, and sometimes at dinner her hands trembled so badly the peas rolled off her spoon or the soup ran from her cup. The son and his wife could not help but be annoyed at the way she spilled her meal all over the table, and one day, after she knocked over a glass of milk, they told each other enough was enough.They set up a small table for her in the comer next to the broom closet and made the old woman eat her meals there. She sat all alone, looking with tear-filled eyes across the room at the others. Sometimes they spoke to her while they ate, but usually it was to scold her for dropping a bowl or fork.One evening just before dinner, the little girl was busy playing on the floor with her building blocks, and her father asked her what she was making. "I'm building a little table for you and mother," she smiled, "so you can eat by yourselves in a corner someday when I get big."Her parents sat staring at her for some time and then suddenly both began to cry. That night they led the old woman back to her place at the big table. From then on she ate with the rest of the family, and her son and his wife never seemed to mind a bit when she spilled something every now and then.Source: The Brothers Grimm, from William J. Bennett, The Book of Virtues, New York, Simon and Schuster, 1993, pp. 143-44.
Grandmother's Table
Once there was a feeble old woman whose husband died and left her all alone, so she went to live with her son and his wife and their own little daughter. Every day the old woman's sight dimmed and her hearing grew worse, and sometimes at dinner her hands trembled so badly the peas rolled off her spoon or the soup ran from her cup. The son and his wife could not help but be annoyed at the way she spilled her meal all over the table, and one day, after she knocked over a glass of milk, they told each other enough was enough.
They set up a small table for her in the comer next to the broom closet and made the old woman eat her meals there. She sat all alone, looking with tear-filled eyes across the room at the others. Sometimes they spoke to her while they ate, but usually it was to scold her for dropping a bowl or fork.
One evening just before dinner, the little girl was busy playing on the floor with her building blocks, and her father asked her what she was making. "I'm building a little table for you and mother," she smiled, "so you can eat by yourselves in a corner someday when I get big."
Her parents sat staring at her for some time and then suddenly both began to cry. That night they led the old woman back to her place at the big table. From then on she ate with the rest of the family, and her son and his wife never seemed to mind a bit when she spilled something every now and then.
Source: The Brothers Grimm, from William J. Bennett, The Book of Virtues, New York, Simon and Schuster, 1993, pp. 143-44.
Passage Seven
The Wisdom of Solomon
Two women came before King Solomon with two little babies, one dead and the other living. Each of the two women claimed the living child as her own, and said that the dead child belonged to the other woman. One of the women said, "0 my lord, we two women were sleeping with our children in one bed. And this woman in her sleep lay upon her child, and it died. Then she placed her dead child beside me while I was asleep, and took my child. In the morning I saw that it was not my child, but she says it is mine, and the living child is hers. Now, 0 King, command this woman to give me my own child." Then the other woman said, "That is not true. The dead baby is her own, and the living one is mine, which she is trying to take from me." The young king listened to both women. Then he said, "Bring me a sword." They brought a sword, and then Solomon said, "Take this sword and cut the living child in half, and give half of it to each woman." Then one of the women cried out, and said, "0 my lord, do not kill my child! Let the other woman have it, but let the child live!" But the other woman said, "No, cut the child in two and divide it between us!" Then Solomon said, "Give the living child to the woman who would not have it slain, for she is its mother." And all the people wondered at the wisdom of one so young, and they saw that God had given him understanding.Source: Bible, Book of Kings, William J. Bennett, The Book of Virtues, New York, Simon and Schuster, 1993, pp. 147-48.
Two women came before King Solomon with two little babies, one dead and the other living. Each of the two women claimed the living child as her own, and said that the dead child belonged to the other woman. One of the women said, "0 my lord, we two women were sleeping with our children in one bed. And this woman in her sleep lay upon her child, and it died. Then she placed her dead child beside me while I was asleep, and took my child. In the morning I saw that it was not my child, but she says it is mine, and the living child is hers. Now, 0 King, command this woman to give me my own child." Then the other woman said, "That is not true. The dead baby is her own, and the living one is mine, which she is trying to take from me." The young king listened to both women. Then he said, "Bring me a sword." They brought a sword, and then Solomon said, "Take this sword and cut the living child in half, and give half of it to each woman." Then one of the women cried out, and said, "0 my lord, do not kill my child! Let the other woman have it, but let the child live!" But the other woman said, "No, cut the child in two and divide it between us!" Then Solomon said, "Give the living child to the woman who would not have it slain, for she is its mother." And all the people wondered at the wisdom of one so young, and they saw that God had given him understanding.
Source: Bible, Book of Kings, William J. Bennett, The Book of Virtues, New York, Simon and Schuster, 1993, pp. 147-48.
Passage Eight
Long ago the people of Greece were not united, as they are today. Instead there were several cities and states, each with its own leader. King Philip of Macedon, a land in the northern part of Greece, wanted to bring all of Greece together under his rule. So he raised a great army and made war upon all of the other states, until nearly all were forced to call him their king. Sparta, however, resisted. The Spartans lived in the southern part of Greece, an area called Laconia, and so they were sometimes called Lacons. They were noted for their simple habits and their bravery. They were also known as a people who used few words and chose them carefully; even today a short answer is often described as "laconic." Philip knew he must subdue the Spartans if all of Greece was to be his. So he brought his great army to the borders of Laconia, and sent a message to the Spartans. "If you do not submit at once," he threatened them, "I will invade your country. And if I invade, I will pillage and burn everything you hold dear. If I march into Laconia, I will level your great city to the ground." In a few days, Philip received an answer. When he opened the letter, he found only one word written there. That word was "If." Source: William J. Bennett, The Book of Virtues, New York, Simon and Schuster, 1993, pp. 475-76.
Source: William J. Bennett, The Book of Virtues, New York, Simon and Schuster, 1993, pp. 475-76.
Passage Nine
Results and RosesThe man who wants a garden fair, Or small or very big, With flowers growing here and there, Must bend his back and dig.The things are mighty few on earth That wishes can attain. Whatever we want of any worth We've got to work to gain.It matters not what goal you seek. Its secret here reposes: You've got to dig from week to week To get Results or Roses.Source: Edgar Guest, "Results and Roses," in William J. Bennett, The Book of Virtues, New York, Simon and Schuster, 1993, p. 389.
Results and Roses
The man who wants a garden fair, Or small or very big, With flowers growing here and there, Must bend his back and dig.
The things are mighty few on earth That wishes can attain. Whatever we want of any worth We've got to work to gain.
It matters not what goal you seek. Its secret here reposes: You've got to dig from week to week To get Results or Roses.
Source: Edgar Guest, "Results and Roses," in William J. Bennett, The Book of Virtues, New York, Simon and Schuster, 1993, p. 389.