Clara And The Hurrier-Personal Narrative

Olivia approached her mother who was lying on her back on the bed. One arm and one leg were half off the bed and she wasn’t laying the normal way. She was askew.

Florence Kelly, the author of the speech appeals to logic and emotion, along with the use of rhetorical devices to evoke the tragic reality of child labor and what is means. Kelly starts off by giving examples of dangerous places where children had to to work. Places such as coal mines, cotton mills, and textile mills. These places have been proven unsuitable for even adults to work in, let alone children. Kelly also states that young girls in the workforce, from age fourteen to twenty, have received rapidly increasing wages, meaning more people want them to work. In fact the girls were earning the highest income at the time and made enough money to bring food to their homes and were described as “bread winners.”

First, she felt her body slipping through the hay beneath her, as if the horrid mound had swallowed her whole. Then she found herself at the bottom of an enormous bucket. Despite attempt to scramble up the sides, she could not escape her confinement. In the distance she heard the footsteps of a giant advancing toward her. She glanced up to the whiskers and nose of a huge mouse peering into the bucket. Hulga woke with a shout. In her sleep she had rolled of her hay mattress onto the wooden plank floor, damp from the rain. She realized she had to find a way out, or she would just starve up here. Crawling around in despair she cursed that crook who had left her not only blind but unable to walk. He had practically killed her by abandoning her here. However, she quickly forgot her self-pity when her leg slipped down the ladder hatch. Having discovered a way out, she dropped herself through the hole but fell on her left arm with excruciating pain. There at the bottom of the ladder she fell asleep crying. The next morning Hulga heard her dear mother calling for her. She opened her mouth but she could form no more than a slight whimper. As her mother’s voice grew softer, Hulga knew her last chance was gone. She felt something on her foot and noticed the mouse was nibbling on her shoestring. Yet, Hulga no longer cared about the mouse; she had given

From around 1750 to 1900 Britain went through major changes or transformation in industry, agriculture and transportation that affected everybody’s lives. For some it generally improved their lives, however not all were so lucky. The industrial revolution brought with it many changes good for some and bad for others.

The night air was heavy with silence. Clouds drifted across a calm sky, and a full moon shone in the distance. In a small hut on the outskirts of the valley, an old man lay in bed, awake in the peaceful slumber of the village. His breaths came in rattling gasps, his forehead burned, and his joints felt stiff with pain. He shifted on the blankets, his withered hands clenched in fists as he tried to suppress the wave of bitter memories coming to him. His life had been nothing more than work, loss, tragedy. He remembered all of his hope, his ambition, in his youth, and he smiled bitterly. No one would remember him as the man that he had once hoped he would become. Now, as his breathing became heavier and he felt himself fading on the brink of

One terribly chilly night Daisy’s father went outside to check on the horse. This was his daily routine. He would refill the water, stock the food and brush the horse's mane. When he was around the horse, he always felt a sense of safety and warmth, but tonight things were different. He came upon the barn and he saw her. She was laying on the ground stiff. She was

Over the years, Emma got moved around a lot, being placed into various foster homes after being too much to handle for the previous one. Each time she moved to another foster home, Emma felt miserable; No one cared about her and she always was lonely. No one ever came up to her; only deeming her as the child who was lonely and desperate.

Frantically trying to find her way up the cold, dark stairs she trips over old, dirt covered shoes, dusty ragged dolls who’s dresses have been torn, and moldy glass bottles. As she gets to the the top she pulls trying to open the brown, wooden door, her hope of getting out anytime soon starts to vanish as the flickering light goes off behind her. Never being in the basement for very long , she never noticed how badly it had smelled of insects, and rotting mice. Deliberately she climbs back down the uneven staircase to the cobwebbed entrance.

Clara was born on December 25,1821. She was born in Massachusetts and had six siblings and was the youngest out of all of them.When Clara got older she worked for he brother as a bookkeeper and a clerk to get practice to become a teacher. When she had enough practice she became a teacher for many years. She loved teacher so much she started her own school in Bordentown, New Jersey. The she moved to washington D.C to find warmer weather. She worked in an Penitent office but her slavery options were too strong so she went home. She did a lot of charity

It was irrational, and selfish for her to feel the muted emptiness she did. Surrounded by new cats, a completely new family, with plentiful food and astounding powers- yet here she sat, with a hushed piece within her. It whispered, bringing longing for what she had known and for whom she had known. The constant movement, messy and rushed was still comforting all the same. The feeling was as light as a down feather, but it just kept falling, tugging, pulling.

“No the tent goes on this side of the fire pit! I want it on this side.” “Who cares! Just set it up on this side!” Bree covered her ears and ran back onto the path to sit quietly on a rock. “Don't go too far!” Her mother yelled breaking away from the argument. Bree sat and stared out to the trees. She sighed and wished for a peaceful life like them. She felt envious. How long had she been sitting there? Should she get back? Someone screamed. Her head whirled around. There was shouting, then a moment of silence. She frantically slid off the rock and sprinted back to the camp. Only, no one was there. It was completely empty. “Mommy? Daddy?” Her voice quivered. Where were they? She thought she hadn't taken that long. She was scared. Her tears started to flow. Then by the grassy area, she saw something. It was a shoe. Mommy's shoe! She ran to the spot and brushed the grass away. Bree gasped and fell backward. Her mother had scratches bleeding all over, her head had a large gash, and she could see all the whites in her eyes. She cried. But where was her father? She went around camp searching. Hoping, praying. She couldn't find him. He was gone. Just like that. He just had disappeared into thin air. Sniffling she ran. Water streaming down her face, blurring her sight. She ran. Right into a giant… What exactly was it? She looked up. A man stared down at her. “Are you ok?” He looked down at her worriedly with huge eyes. “Where’s your campground?” “Whaa~?” She felt dazed and fell into a pit of darkness. Bree could hear distant shouting that she couldn’t quite reach. Did someone say hair? Too much she thought and closed her

Only to be torn down by a sentence, by the women who had helped build them.

Pete walked into the kitchen. His mother was sat at the large wooden table doing paper work. He was slightly hurt that she didn't even look worried but excused it on account of the note he left.

The topic I have chosen to discuss related to the last 400 years in Western Civilization is the industrial revolution in Britain. The industrial revolution was what created the modern capitalist system. Britain was the first to lead the way in this huge transformation. Technology changed, businesses, manufactured goods, and wage laborers skyrocketed. There was not only an economic transformation, but also a social transformation. The industrial revolution is such an interesting subject to further explore, because it truly made a difference in Britain in the late 1700s. The industrial revolution brought an increased quantity and variety of manufactured goods and even improved the standard of living for some individuals, however, it resulted in grim employment and living conditions that were for the poor and working classes. The industrial revolution had a bright and dark side to it. It was dark due to all the horrible working conditions, crowded cities, unsanitary facilities, diseases, and unsafe work environment, but the bright side is that it was a period of enormous social progress.

…my father never wanted Mama to work, but she understood that to ensure the educational advancement of her children she needed to bring money in. She defied him to go out and work. Working helped her self-esteem. She moved positively forward and helped us all move forward, and Dad stayed stuck, pissed that she went out to work. (136)