Miz Bridger Epilogue

The informal language, creative word choice, and diction used by all of the characters in this story are true to the Southern Gothic genre short story style (Kirszner & Mandell, 2012). Southern imagery extends beyond the characters to the setting and language. As we read about dirt roads, southern plantations, “red clay banks”, and crops in the field, we are transported to a

When the people found out who was in the wooden aircraft they were all shocked to find out who was in it. They ran around hollering “How are you all not dead!” The mayor of the town walked out saying “What in tarnation is all this ruckus going on”. The mayor walked towards the four shaking their hands, before long says “Wait, weren't you the ones who were outcasts?” They all looked at each other. Tom spoke up saying “Yes, but Uncle Billy stole all our horses as well as our supplies,” The mayor would nod his head curiously asking what the contraption was sitting next to them. The four would chuckle, Mother Shipton says “We do not know what to call it, but we know it flies like any bird”. The mayor thought for a bit, nodding repeatedly. Mother Shipton spoke up furthermore, saying “We have nothing left may we please just stay here? We do not know where else to go, we have lived here our entire

Vern was the second caretaker that the Lenihans employed looking after their 1940s cottage during the winter months, opening and closing it in the spring and fall. However, once early in the summer, Theodore Lenihan Sr. wanted to transport a 19’ long inner lake sloop from Parry Sound to Blackstone Lake. The sailboat had already made its way from Cleveland by train. It was hard to see how this could be done quickly and efficiently. However, Vern was chosen as the man who could get it done – he was always the man who could get it done!

As the short boat ride began one of the rowers announced that this place is Sullivans Island. As the ladies came of the small boat and unto the land Amari referenced it to “mashed fufu” because of the softness of the sand. Following the walk on the sand the woman and man were taken to a building where they were sold, the men on the first day and the woman the following day. On the day Amari was sold she noticed a young lady standing beside a wagon reading a paper, this young girl will be later introduced as Polly. Amari was auctioned off to a man named Mr.Derby Amari was a birthday present for his eldest son Clay, Amari was bought and shoved into the wagon with Polly . They never uttered a word to one another because Amari was too heartbroken from being separated from Afu and Polly doesn't like slaves she also see’s them as a non factor. As the Young ladies arrive at the rice plantation, Mr.Derby introduced himself , his son Clay , his pregnant wife , and noah. After that Mr.Derby was looking at Amari and tried to communicate with her but she knew that if she responded she would get into problems so she just looked and not say a word. Polly was assigned to take care of Amari , to make sure that she knows how to act and that she knows how to speak proper english that when anyone speaks to her she can answer back to them.

As she burrowed her face into his chest, she inhaled his familiar scent of perspiration and spicy bay rum. Shifting around, she nestled her back into Asa’s solid chest and shoulder. When he wrapped his arms around her, and she could feel the rhythmic beating from his heart. Moored work boats filled the glassy, calm harbor, many of them on their way to the Northeast after a winter in the South and the Caribbean. Since land and sea were in a constant tussle for wind in Nell’s coastal town, it was unsettling to her when it died. When Asa began to caress her arm, a haunting penny

The sun began to creep up behind the towering pine trees as I sip on my torrid coffee. I glance at my watch which reads 5:45 am, I gather my tackle box that's overflows with hooks and line and stick in underneath the damp boat seat. The water glistens in the morning sunlight, I aboard the scent of pine needles which is always prominent the crisp air of Northern Wisconsin.

“A seat in this boat was not unlike a seat upon a jumpy horse, and a horse is not much smaller. The boat was much like an animal. As each wave came, and she rose for it, she seemed like a horse leaping over a high fence. The manner of her ride over these walls of water is a thing of mystery. Each wave required a new leap, and a leap from the air. Then jumping and slipping and racing and dropping down, she steadied for the next threat.” This passage’s personification of the boat gives quite an uneasy feeling. When I think of a jumpy horse I think of a massive and erratic creature. Their behavior is unpredictable. This is the feeling that the men are getting from the sea. Every wave seems to be a complete surprise for the boat; she is never fully prepared when it comes. This outside force is causing their boat to become uneasy

Second, Mrs. Wright enjoyed quilting, while Mrs. Peters and Mrs. Hale began looking at her quilting squares that Minnie Wright had recently been working on, and they found something odd with the quilt. Mrs. Hale said, “… this is the one she was working on, and look at the sewing! All the rest of it has been so nice and even. And look at this! It’s all over the place!” (Glaspell 750). The stitching of the quilt was precise, and now it seems as if she did it nervously, as if she didn’t know what she was doing. The men came down stairs, the county attorney said, “Well ladies, have you decided whether she was going to quilt it or know it?” Mrs. Peters replies, “We think she was going to—knot it” (Glaspell 753). This quote also has a deeper meaning… John Wright was murdered by having a rope tied around his neck while he slept.

The previous night, in his haze of agony and misery, he resolved to travel to Kent and catch the next ship across the Narrow Channel, leaving Camelot for good. Perhaps he’d go to the Frankish Kingdom or Spania, maybe even as far as the edge of the Persian Empire. Perhaps beyond. Who cared? He had plenty of coin for

Suddenly an incredible crack resonated throughout the ship, making everyone shudder. This sudden realisation of the imminent sinking sent everyone into panic. Many people made their way to the storage holds, grabbing as much gold as they could possibly carry. Others held their family in a soothing embrace, slowly lowering with the ship. Some jumped overboard, swimming away from the sinking boat, but quickly drowned in the freezing

Grey, the sea stretched for acres. Beneath the oceans topography, shoals of fish swam through and around the ship wrecks in a frenzied motion. Here, all stood still. Only slightly did my rowing boat rock, creaking in the tide. We rolled to and fro slightly; the seaweed twisted and writhed beneath the hull. Like a snake, it squirmed away, coming to rest only after we had passed. The oars made long, slow and deliberate wakes through the lagoon. I stopped sculling; the boat glided silently towards the stony, promontory beach. We had landed.

This is where he imagined he’d be basking in the sun just as that other canine was doing on the Fourth of July. Once he had the basic shape of the body of the boat he had to measure out the length and cut the cardboard tubes (pontoons) accordingly. At first he thought his scissors would be strong enough, but soon realized that they would not do. He used his father's’ chop saw to get the job done. Of course he didn’t have anyones permission and was scolded shortly but he knew that he’d be forgiven in no time due to the cuteness of his entire being. Once the pontoons were measured to the length of the boat he duct taped them together and to the boat, 3 lined up next to each other. His vision was starting to become a reality. The only thing left to do was cover it with plastic to keep it from crumbling beneath his four paws. He cut a strip twice the size of the base of the boat and wrapped it all the way around and into the inner sides of the box. This, he thought, would assure absolutely no water would be able to make contact with the cardboard (he was wrong). The finishing touches were to seal all of the openings with the duct tape. He covered every inch he imagined possible water damage could take effect. Mickey took a step back after the 6 hours of work and admired his boat. He was ready to put it up to the test and soar in the lake

Some slaves were getting too old to work at the farm and Marlene thought it was a waste of time to have them there so she made them clean her stunning farmhouse. Marlene was only able to afford her home because the business was certainly high for slave selling in New Mexico. But even then she still didn’t care to upgrade the slaves living arrangement. It truly was awful; they are obliged to sleep on haystacks in a shed with the farm animals. No one ever did complain because Marlene France threatened to throw them in the rapid waters of the river. They were frightened by what she told them; so no one dared to complain and they all fell asleep in the cold.

It was Clayton who climbed up and freed the boat, and Bud, a tall fat boy, who got the weight of it on his back to turn it into the water so that they could half float, half carry it to shore. All this took some time. Eva and Carol abandoned their log and waded out of the water. They walked overland to get their shoes and socks and bicycles. They did not need to come back this way but they came. They stood at the top of the hill, leaning on their bicycles. They did not go on home, but they did not sit down and frankly watch, either. They stood more or less facing each other, but glancing down at the water and at the boys struggling with the boat, as if they had just halted for a moment out of curiosity, and staying longer than they intended, to see what came of this unpromising project.

was a big wave. The wave hit the boat. The boat started to capsize then the next