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John just stood in shock. Two Englishmen came out the trees, one was named Daniel Smith and the other was named Walter Kelly. They had thought Little Hawk was attacking John so they killed him. They threw Little Hawk’s body aside, and started hacking at the branch to free John’s father. John began to cry and shrieked at the men, saying that Little Hawk was just trying to help. John started to grow a sense of hatred towards the two Englishmen. People carried John’s father away in a litter and nobody noticed John taking Little Hawk’s tomahawk and sliding it under his jacket. That night, John’s father died. Soon after, Daniel Smith married John’s mother. One year later, Daniel sent John away to be an apprentice to a cooper named Master Medlycott. On the way, he met a pretty girl named Huldah Bates who was going to live with the Kelly household and help the mistress there. When John arrived to the Medlycott household, Master Medlycott greeted him and gave him tasks to do. The schedule was same every week. On Sundays, John and the Medlycotts went to the meetinghouse for a sermon. John rarely had the chance to speak to Huldah Bates but they exchanged smiles in the meetinghouse. One Sunday, a preacher named Roger Williams arrived at the meetinghouse and talked about freedom of religion and stated that everyone are all brothers and sisters, including the Indians. This disturbed many

Mr.Munroe let me pass and I knocked on the door. Reverend Clark soon appeared and invited me into his house. I delivered my message. I then cleansed, fed, and watered myself and Deacon Larkin’s horse. Dawes finally arrived at the house with the same message.

After a couple of hours, I decided to go home. As soon as I got there, there was a news truck pulled into my driveway. A tall lady with blonde hair and blue eyes asked me if she could give me and interview. "So what do have to say about the events that occurred today,"she asked." Well, I really am still trying to take all of this in," I said. "I never suspected this to happen, and I believe that we should be more prepared for if this should happen again." "It was less than a second, maybe half a second, but it changed

The author uses descriptive and vivid language. When Anthony and his friend Mookie went into a drugstore, they heard a siren outside and ran out of the store though they had done nothing wrong. “An ambulance came and then more policemen. They set up lights and enrolled yellow tape to control the growing crowd. After that, the television trucks arrived and parked halfway on the sidewalk. White reporters in expensive clothes stood in front of scruffy cameramen”

In a quest for a sense of belonging and success in life as well as a need for survival and money from a steady job, Richard attempts to conform to the social rules of those around him and the expectations of how he must behave like a second-class citizen. To feel like a part of the community and to please his family in hopes of improving his home life, Richard begins to attend a Protestant church. He consents to become a member of the church and is baptized, but he does so to please his mother and because his need for association and acceptance with a group is immense. After the church service that night, Richard reflects, “I had not felt anything except a sullen anger and a crushing sense of shame. Yet I was somehow glad that I had got it over with; no barriers now stood between me and the community”. In addition to these expectations from his family and the black community he associated with,

Starting off with Mr.Norton, the narrator is given the job to be his driver for the day. Having a conversation while driving, Mr. Norton says, “’ So you see, young man, you are involved in my life quite intimately, even though you’ve never seen me before… You are my fate. And you must write to me and tell me the outcome” (Ellison 43). The narrator feels

It was a beautiful day on the reservation, the sun was beaming down onto the earth. It had been extremely hot the past couple weeks in Alabama. Peyton Farquhar and his wife were sitting outside on the sun porch. They were enjoying the scenery all around the grounds. He and his wife watched his slaves work out in the fields and their children that were sitting on a weathered bench near the front of his land. His children were being entertained by a butterfly that was dancing in the wind. He remembers him doing the same as a young child and his father, who was very well respected around the area, used to yell at him, “Come on in boy, it’s time for supper.” His father had passed away, leaving him the plantation and all of the slaves. He met his wife, Margaret Farquhar, right before he had passed. She is the daughter of William Turner, another well respected, deceased slave owner. They were joined together in holy matrimony and later had two children, a son, James, and a daughter, Elizabeth.

Suddenly, he raises his head. There is an old man walks with an umbrella came to a bench and sits behind him. They are sitting quietly together, watching people on the street in front of them until all stores are closed and nobody walking on the street. The old man breaks the silence, he says, I saw you in the coffee shop across the street, for a long time. You sat here and saw people. You look very confused. I think maybe you can tell me your problem and I help you to solve it. Jackson shakes his head slowly. “No, you cannot help me. But I want to be for individuals to talk.” The old man She gives him no answer, but nods with his head.

Paul D sits on the church steps feeling a little vulnerable. His tin heart has been open leaving him to think about life at Sweet Home. He thinks about how Mr.Garner called them men, but they were not treated like it. He also thinks about when he first experience what its like to experience brutal hardship, when he went to the labor farm. He then remembers when he tried to escape and was caught by Schoolteacher he had to wear chains and a

He continued on his quest to the Confederate base in Huntsville. The trees around him were full of foliage with a warm, summer breeze blowing through their dark-green leaves. He walked for hours on the road to the base, but nevertheless, he never felt hungry or thirsty. The desire to warn the army was all the fuel needed for his journey and after an extremely long walk, he finally made it to the base and knocked on the door, but there was no answer. It was peculiar that there were no sentinels guarding the base. He knocked again and still - no answer. Peyton turned and asked a lady walking down the road, “Excuse me, madam, is this the Confederate base?” but there was no answer. Peyton was not sure whether she had heard him, or if she was ignoring him. He stepped in the middle of the road and asked her again, but to his surprise and entire shock, the woman went right through

After a little while, I pulled the velvet bell cord that was behind me to summon a secretary, I told her to tell the Assistant Secretary of State Frederick Seward to call a Cabinet meeting at 11:00am. As I was reading the newspaper, Mary said that she had some extra tickets for Our American Cousin at Ford’s Theatre that we were going to go

The sun was beating down on Timothy’s neck, walking hand in hand with his younger brother walker and a stranger. Tim’s eyes stung from bawling the night before and his body was bruised from being roughed up by the mysterious man. One second enjoying the sights of Austin, Texas, the next being shoved into a back of a car and taken away. It’d been almost a day since he’d seen his parents and neither him nor his brother knew where where

With resources running low, and neighbor turning against neighbor, a calculating military leader marches in with an imposing force, offering food, water, and promises of salvation. Sera’s town thinks the worst is over.

Alan received a phone call and left the house early, to exercise his recently reinforced South Carolina machismo in a meeting with the “excavating contractor,” much against my will, but I decided to let it go. The emotionality in this house, well diagnosed by my friend Caetano, has the maturity level of a 25-year old, an embarrassment to us both, but as the word “embarrassment” has just been erased from the dictionary, forget about it. The two man — by the way, having the contractor, in fact, been discovered by me, and recommended by the architect I chose (can you hear me?) — will have their

Elder-Vass represents the concept cultural realism the concept of cultural realism which many academics have agreed with. Cultural realism includes the idea of cultural norms and laws existing without people. Elder-Vass’ opinions differ from this point of view.