Analysis Of ' Nell Guthrie Sat On The Town Dock With Her Beau Essay

When a young author from New York City decides to take a trip to the southern city of Savannah, he finds himself falling in love with the town and ends up renting an apartment. He encounters many different characters, including Danny Hansford and Jim Williams, that gives the reader a good look into the aura of Savannah. The main conflict in the book occurs when a murder happens in an old mansion located in the town. The book follows the progression of the trial and the outcome following the court’s decision.

I am on the ship to the Connecticut Colony, Wethersfield. After days at sea and being seasick, I was eager to see land. I hear someone whisper behind me “There is Connecticut Colony.” I looked around and to my surprise; it was Nathaniel Eaton, a small boy who had barely spoken to me. I didn’t think he noticed me, but obviously I was wrong. Nathaniel is the captain’s son. His mother calls him Nat. Our first stop was Saybrook. I watched as people got off the ship and decided to do a bit of wandering. I stayed close to hear the call for boarding. After a short break we set out again for Wethersfield, my final destination. I felt restless, but excited to meet my Aunt Rachel for the first time. Our letters kept us connected, but seeing her face to face and meeting my family made me happy.

Vance’s upbringing was not effortless, and while he did not write this book as a woeful, self-pitying tale, but instead to shed light on the hillbilly culture, I could not help but feel moved by the profound impact Vance’s grandmother had

In the rural southern town of Wrongberight humidly hung in the air as thick as the mud that lay upon the earth. The town had been experiencing torrential rains for the last couple of days and another storm was approaching from the northeast. One of the locals, Clemmy Sue Jarvis, whose stands just a tad taller than a pinecone and weighs less than a pine needle, would rather dance with old man Jackson’s jackass than drive on the rain soaked roads. However, late Saturday afternoon she has no alternative, but to cautiously, ease out of her driveway, turn south onto Flat Bottom Road and follow it along the edge of Dismal Swamp towards the isolated home of her lifelong friend Estelle Louise.

“Be grateful Jenny! We shall stay here and be happy.” Josephine pestered, “Get settled in, and we’ll go straight to the restaurant, we have to open at 11:00 sharp!” It was 9:30 AM and the sun was peeking down from behind a small ivory cloud as if it were a child playing hide and seek with its’ mother. A wave of pungent sweat poured from my grandmother’s pores and dripped off like a rainstorm. In a time period that seemed like weeks, they finally left the shack and embarked on their journey to the new restaurant.

Donovan gazed out over the dusky ground. His green eyes darted around looking for any signs of movement. A dry hot breeze hit his rugged cheeks. It was a sensation he was used to. The desert winds were kisses he had loathed and yet, was as familiar as a lover’s embrace. Every night rolled on the same. The odd trader with their beast of burden mewling in the dark. The rank smell of cow excrement tainted the seemingly desolate air. Scrub brush swayed lazily.

Eliza slammed the front door, her brown hair whipping behind her as she ran out of her house. Tears streamed down her face with a huge red hand mark was imprinted on it. She saw the barbed wire fence that bordered her city since The Great Attack and only hoped it wasn’t electrified at the moment… she thought of the lake beyond it, the lake always seemed to be a part of her child-hood. When she was younger, Eliza thought back, her father hadn’t minded the border. He often took her over, and to the lake, where they played for hours before returning home to a furious mother, but still, he didn’t mind. Eliza pushed the thought away, her father was dead, he was no longer a burden to her… at least, that’s what her mother had said before they got

He pressed his hips against her, she laid her head against his chest. His fingers traced her collarbone and curled gently around her throat. He leaned down and kissed her below the ear.

Alex clung on to the piece of driftwood, praying to see land as daylight began to creep over the waves of the pacific ocean. She was exhausted from hanging on, it seems like it had been hours since the cruise ship she and her family had been on to celebrate her graduating high school got caught in a terrible storm, and the ship sank. She had no idea what had happened to anyone in her family, where they had ended up, if they were even alive. She didn’t even know where she was or how she ended up here, all she could remember was falling into the water, and scrambling around until she found the piece of driftwood she was still clinging to for life.

He observes Hermia, “a solitary figure” (p. 65), standing on a rock and looking out to sea. When he waves to Heimia, Nevil, and Mrs. March, to tell them that Dr. Wingate has arid.ved, they rush madly toward him and Nevil falls down, because they think that something has gone wrong. This episode on the beach finds everyone affected by the strange atmosphere. When they get back to the arbor, Faulkner dies, fulfilling the fears of the group and making fantasy real, while “a little wind, cold, keen” (p. 79) stirs the leaves, the fog rises, and “the roar of the ocean seemed solidly to fill the air” (p. 79). March’s observations and. descriptions have created an elegiac, dreamlike mood appropriate to the occasion; the devices are rather trite, but are effectively handled. Later, March reacts strongly to the atmosphere of luxury and solid wealth in the Faulkner house in the unnamed Midwestern city, and thinks that such an atmosphere could well soften Hevil’s scruples against marrying the widow of his best

The next morning she woke to the song of birds in the woods after a fitful sleep of disturbing dreams. A white gauzy mist had risen from the creek and hung in the air around the camp. Conesteago came to where she was and untied her arms from the pole across her back. She flexed and stretched them to try to ease the aches and tightness of being tied like that for the night. Ina picked up Christopher who was now awake, and carried him back to the lean-to camp. In a hoarse whisper she anxiously asked Amelia, as soon as she saw her, if she was alright. Amelia had slept a little she said, but she had been very cold too because her clothes also had not dried. Conesteago and Shomachsom hadn't started a campfire last night, but instead alternated watches

How the ordeals of oppression scars the slave’s psyche and affects his/her relation with nature is evidently exemplified in the novel. It reveals how (Re) memory of the pastoral affects Sethe’s life. Her memories of ‘Sweet Home’ apocalypses and the maltreatment she suffered there plague her thoughts and affect her relationships. One such example is Sethe’s relationship with nature and how it reflects impediments brought on by slavery. While she can admire and even enjoy natural beauty, it is often accompanied by vicious images such as “Boys hanging from the most beautiful sycamores in the world” (Beloved 6). After dodging from ‘Sweet Home’, Sethe is surprised that she memorizes it as a beautiful place since “there was not a leaf on that farm

It was a cold December night and Alex was walking around the streets of Boston, aimlessly searching for a place to lay down. Seaport Boulevard. Atlantic Avenue. Finally arriving on Congress Street. That night marked the one-month anniversary since Alex lost his job at one of the largest financial institutions in the world, due to a dispute between him and his boss. In retrospect, that well-paying job, with the spacious corner office and the unparalleled view of the Boston Harbor were the least of his concerns. Before that very dispute, Alex’s grandmother, Isabel, whom he loved very much, died after a long hard fight against cancer. At the time of her death, Alex was living in her apartment, which made coping with such circumstances all the more difficult. Drowning in student loans, and unable to foot the bills, Alex was forced to find other living arrangements. His grandmother’s highly coveted apartment in the heart of the city was foreclosed upon and sold to a young family from India who had just recently moved to the States. No job. No money. No family. Three things that plagued Alex and his experience so far as a young adult trying to find success in Boston. Many of Alex’s classmates at this point were starting families and had stable occupations all over Boston and the globe. It was nights like these, that Alex felt ashamed. Wandering alone in the brisk winter night, searching simply for a bench to sleep on, he would try to forget about the friends he

Collier felt at home with his hands against the small of Finn 's back. He felt at home with Finn 's hands tangled in the messy brown waves of his hair. Home was here, with no space between their bodies and the sun drowning in a blood red horizon. Home was sweet kisses, and desperate ones. Home was holding, and home was gripping for dear life. Home was being anchored down, and home was being swept away by a raging current. Home was a series of contrasts that somewhere down the line had blended in to the grey. And Collie loved the grey. He loved the constant delving in to black or white, and he loved the calm, the floating in the middle of a lake, the tranquillity and the serene quality of it all. But regardless of whether he was in a raging storm or not, Collie wanted Finn beside him. He wanted the smaller boy to be in his arms. He wanted the soft, secret kisses and the desperate moans, the shaking fingertips and the sweet nothings in his ear at 2 AM. He wanted it all, because having it all

The bright sunlight on the yellow flowers that covered the green grassy hills overlooking Sandusky Bay caused Thomas to yearn for the Carolinas and Allie even more than he thought possible. He had not heard from her since the letter dated 21 January that told of the birth of their child… He worried that something had happened to them- had Allie tried to go home to her mother. Had an errant cannonball struck their dwelling? All sorts of thoughts plagued Thomas’ mind as he stared through the barred window.