Narrative Essay On Lanford's Home

year and at that time the tax collector taunts him with the fact that he, as a person of the

He then goes on to describe how “Colonel Sartoris invented an involved tale to the effect that Miss Emily’s father had loaned money to the town, which the town, as a matter of business preferred this way of repayment.” Remitting Miss Emily’s taxes was a

Silence fell again. The small boy sat next to his mother, crying. I started to breathe normally. We could begin to doze again, to rest, to dream…

“See Colonel Sartoris.” “I have no taxes in Jefferson. Tobe!” “Show these gentlemen to the door” (Faulkner 731).

“Well,” Mrs. Johnson interrupted, “how about we settled down and talk about our plans for the morning?” Everyone agreed and sat in a circle discussing their ideas. Next, they decided they should head to bed due to the early times they would have to wake in the morning. As they woke up, they put on their layers of clothes, grabbed their bags, and headed for the Johnsons’ business. They would be staying in an attic, which luckily had a bathroom, but would have to sleep all in one room. They set up their belongings and set rules which they would have to follow to stay safe.

Tonight he wouldn’t get much sleep. He hugged his arms to his chest and let his teeth chatter. He hadn’t been this cold since he had nearly drowned trying to escape more than a year ago. “It’s warmer in the cabin if you want.” Called Peter’s hesitant voice.”

The Dwelling Place, A Plantation Epic, is a book by Erskine Clark about plantation life in the coastal “low country” of Georgia from the beginning of the 19th century to the end of the American Civil War. It chronicles the life of Charles Colcock Jones (1804-1863), a member of a wealthy slave-owning planter family in Liberty County, Georgia. As with many plantation families, Charles was expected to follow in his father’s footsteps and take over the family plantation business. While training for this at a counting house in Savannah, he received a calling to pursue a life as a Presbyterian minister. At about the same time, due to some unfortunate deaths in his family, Charles became the recipient of some tracts of land and the slaves that went with them. He now had to decide between pursuing the life of a planter and supporting his family or following his calling to be a minister. He chose a rather difficult path, he was going to become a minister and bring the gospel and Christianity to the slaves on his plantations and those of his neighbors while managing a profitable plantation business. The purpose of this essay is to discuss the hypocrisy that Charles Colcock Jones developed as he tried to find a balance between these two contradictory careers.

Wrapping his towel around his waist, he stood next to the sink and removed a razor from his shaving kit, looking at the sharp blade as he removed the plastic cover and shook the thought away. The banging on the door and the yelling of his name were getting more persistent the longer he stood and he could pick out the voices of his godfather and Jason in the background and knew everyone was worried when he wouldn’t come out of the bathroom. Lastly, he needed to get dressed and over the objections of his friends, go take care of his horse to keep his mind functioning in reality. As he heard the lock being picked, he knew Bill would have the door open in a few seconds, so he opened the door to the concerned faces staring at

After finishing a quiet dinner without being recognized they returned to the sanctity of their rooms and turned in for the evening. Once undressed and ready for bed, they put pillows against the headboard for another John Wayne movie, this time watching In Harms Way. And this time Jackson made it all the way through the movie and once it was over they cuddled together and fell asleep in each other’s arms because Jackson’s shoulder wouldn’t hold up to anything more active than sleep.

“I’m going to make my way back now, just make sure you don’t take any wooden nickels.” hinted Russell with a wink. He promptly stood, tossing a few shillings onto the bar top. He turned on his heel with a smirk on his face and pushed through the heavy oak door into the crisp London air. Russell hurriedly made his way to the side of the building and peered over the corner to see James, Earl and Samuel hurrying to the police

Jonas woke up covered head to toe in the softest blanket he had ever felt. As he became aware of his surroundings he heard the sound of a man and a woman

The world continued on around Pete Norris, but he was only subliminally aware of the other customers, scraping of chairs, quiet conversations, and wait-staff buzzing around him; just enough to be be able to perceive any danger if it should approach. He'd purchased a newspaper at the counter, and perused it and maintained one eye on the apartment complex. A gang-shooting in the city, and a rape/murder in the corner of the State. Pete smiled and shook his head in contempt when he read that the perpetrator had been captured within twenty-four hours of the crime.

[4] They left to go find Pelias. “Good luck!” shouted King Aeson. “Be careful! Pelias could have weapons!” he warned. “I will!” Jason replied. “Thank you so

Minutes passed while the two skeletons held my attention making me forget why I was here - the cat caught the mouse - and yawning I laid on my back taking a nap, my eyes gradually shutting. My eyes opened slightly taking notice the two skeletons

“I’ll make an Earth hut around us again” Liam answered raising the ground protectively around the lads. “Are you guys okay with sleeping together?” Liam questioned. He felt it would be safer if