Sanger Rainsford: A Brief Narrative Analysis

Rainsford cannot sleep because he is afraid that general Zaroff is going to kill him that’s what Rainsford was thinking all night. Rainsford didn’t like what he heard from the general about, Zaroff hunting humans instead of animals. Rainsford is scared of general Zaroff because Zaroff is a hunter just like Rainsford but Zaroff is a little smarter and better than Rainsford, still Rainsford comes out on top because Rainsford strategizes better than Zaroff. Rainsford first day on Ship-Trap Island was he fell overboard on his ship and found a person named general Zaroff. Rainsford when he first come upon Ship-Trap Island he was looking for a person because he heard screams and shooting in the distance when he was on his ship with his crew members.

Rainsford the proceeds to approach the mansion and knock on the door to see if anybody is in the mansion. When someone opens the door rainsford is met by a large man with a gun. “I’m no robber. I fell off a yacht . My name is Sanger Rainsford of new york city” (16). Rainsford says this to try and calm the man and come off as not hostile. After that the man remains hostile to rainsford, but after a bit of waiting he does a salute to rainsford to become not hostile towards rainsford. After that rainsford is greeted by General Zaroff. When zaroff sees him he says “it is a very great pleasure to welcome Mr.Sanger Rainsford, the celebrated hunter to my home” (17). This shows that zaroff knows who rainsford is. After Rainsford is welcomed into Zaroff’s mansion the sit down and have a conversation. In this conversation Zaroff explains how he has been a hunter for a

Hunter Sanger Rainsford washes up on the shore of an island owned by the wealthy General Zaroff. Rainsford sees evidence of someone hunting large game on the island. Zaroff claims he has been importing game for his hunts. Rainsford soon realizes that Zaroff has been hunting humans for sport. When he refuses to join Zaroff on a hunt, the General turns against him. Zaroff informs Rainsford that he will be hunted for the next three days. If Rainsford survives, he will be returned to the mainland, provided that he promises to tell no one of what happens on the island. Rainsford hides deep in the woods, where he sets several traps to outsmart Zaroff. Rainsford then sneaks into Zaroff’s quarters and kills him, turning the tables on hunter and

...he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock (21).

In the heart of these storms the winds were fierce and the waves were so high, that they couldn't even go a knot of sail. They were also forced to stay under the boat for various days on end. At the bottom of the boat, a young man who goes by the name of John Howland comes out above the gratings. When he comes out, the storm makes the boat rock back and forth and it threw John into the sea. John held onto a rope that was overboard (even though he was almost all underwater). He pulled himself up with the same rope, and used a boat hook and other things on the boat to pull himself on to the boat.

The traits that are crucial for survival of anything are creativity,bravery,persistence. These three traits are needed for survival because you need to be able to solve problems creatively and think outside of the box. You also need bravery to face challenges head on. Finally you need persistence so when you get stuck by life's challenges you keep trying until you find a solution. When facing any problem life throws your way you need creativity to think of different ways to solve the problem.

Frederick Sanger was a British boy born on August 13, 1918 in the small sector of Rendcomb located in Gloucestershire, England. He was the second son born to Frederick Sanger and Cicely Sanger. He was the middle child, with a brother named Theodore that was only a year older, and a sister born 5 years subsequent to Sanger whose name was May. Prior to meeting his wife, Sanger’s father worked as an Anglican medical missionary in China but had to return to England because of his poor health. When he married Cicely, the daughter of an affluent cotton manufacturer, she was four year’s younger than Sanger’s father. Within a short time of his two sons’ births, Sanger’s father converted to Quakerism and raised the children in the Quaker religion. About five years after Sanger was born, he and his family moved to the small village of Tanworth-in-Arden in Warwickshire. The Sanger family was fairly wealthy, and until Sanger was nine years old, the children were taught by a governess that Sanger’s parents had hired. In 1927, nine-year-old Frederick Sanger started going to the Downs School, a preparatory school run by Quakers. When he turned fourteen, Sanger was sent to the Bryanston School in Dorset. This new school used the Dalton system and the regime was set up much more liberally which the young Sanger favored. Sanger liked his teachers at the Bryanston School and the flame of his passion for scientific subjects was ignited.

“He stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward, and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock.”

An abrupt sound startled him. Off to the right he heard it, and his ears, expert in such matters, could not be mistaken. Again he heard the sound, and again. Somewhere, off in the blackness, someone had fired a gun three times. Rainsford looked out into the darkness. He saw a figure looking out at him. Rainsford ran to the front of the boat and told the Captain to get away from the island. The figure shot again and again. It was aiming for Rainsford.

Suddenly, in the middle of all that sulking and whining and complaining, I found myself in a wetsuit and oversized life jacket, glaring at the side of a roaring river, scowling at the wispy trees that seemed to be waving goodbye while they whispered about my tragic, inevitable death. I barely caught the tail-end of his speech as the guide droned on about, “--and that is how you lift someone out of the water using

Time seemed to slow down as he approached the spine-chilling water. Rainsford could hear the quiet whistling of the air. It almost sounded as if the whistling of the wind was whispering to Rainsford. He was fraling in the air, trying to grasp on to something but everything was intangible. An abrupt sound interrupted the whistling and replaced it with the gurgling from the petrifying waters below him. Rainsford felt the rushing current pull him deeper and deeper into the frigid water. He desperately clawed the water. His feet were trying to grasp the non-existing ground. Franticly trying to get a breath, Rainsford thrusted himself up, only getting a few breaths of satisfying oxygen. Rainsford thrashed the through the rapid waters. He punched

In the three seconds I spent longing, the monstrous storm subsided. I peered through the briny mist and saw chunks of tin debris drifting by and the captain floating further out to the sea. I swam over and latched onto a piece of the paddle wheel. Then I grabbed a hold of the captain’s collar and hauled him toward me.

When he got to shore he fell asleep because he was so tired from the swim into shore. When he woke up in the morning he saw blood and a revolver casing and he knew that's what the gunshot was from.

He could hear breathing in the shrubbery at his back. Taking a large branch from the forest floor, he proceeded towards Whitney. In a flash of movement Rainsford had knocked the gun from the boy’s hand and raised his club for the fatal stroke.

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