Read the following passage:Grandfather taught us the prayers they would say for the corn harvest each year. As he talked, he rattled a few dried kernels in one of his wrinkled hands. I tried to picture those hands sowing seeds long ago, when Grandfather and the other Wampanoag people lived in Massachusetts.Which detail most clearly gives this passage a reflective tone?A.The mention of "each year" and "long ago"B.The image of the grandfather's handsC.The fact about where the Wampanoag livedD.The thoughts on the importance of harvest prayers

Read the following passages:Grandfather taught us the prayers they would say for the corn harvest each year. As he talked, he rattled a few dried kernels in one of his wrinkled hands. I tried to picture those hands sowing seeds long ago, when Grandfather and the other Wampanoag people lived in Massachusetts.Corn was a staple in the Wampanoag community. It was planted together with beans, which used the strong cornstalks to support their growth, and squash, whose leafy vines kept the soil from drying out. A single corn seed could produce several hundred new ones.Which of the following descriptions best explains how the historical passage might enhance a reader's understanding of the personal narrative?A.The historical passage provides background information to explain why the Wampanoag were once hunter-gatherers.B.The historical passage creates a vivid, sensory explanation to illustrate the grandfather's more factual story.C.The historical passage reveals that, because of modern technology, the Wampanoag no longer need to pray for good harvests.D.The historical passage connects the personal experience of planting and harvesting corn with technical information about farming.

Read the following passages:Prairie Rabbit did not always have long ears. Long ago, when Prairie Rabbit had small ears, Mother Earth told him to stay away from the Wampanoag people's cornfields. But Prairie Rabbit did not listen. He loved to hop through the cornfields and chew the sweet kernels. The Wampanoag people were upset with Prairie Rabbit. They called out to Mother Earth for help. So Mother Earth stretched the ears of the Prairie Rabbit. Again, she told him to stay out of the cornfields. This time, his long ears heard loud and clear.Grandfather taught us the prayers they would say for the corn harvest each year. As he talked, he rattled a few dried kernels in one of his wrinkled hands. I tried to picture those hands sowing seeds long ago, when Grandfather and the other Wampanoag people lived in Massachusetts.Which of the following descriptions best explains how the personal narrative might enhance a reader's understanding of the mythical account?A.The historical passage shows that the Wampanoag people were hardworking and serious when it came to their farming.B.The historical passage provides background information to explain why the Wampanoag were once hunter-gatherers.C.The historical passage confirms the idea that the Wampanoag people placed a high value on their corn harvest.D.The historical passage clarifies misinformation in the myth by pointing out that corn was not actually grown alone in the fields.

Not even the bison "chips," or dung, went to waste. While the men hunted the great beasts, women and children collected the droppings. Once the dung had thoroughly dried in the sun, it served as fuel for cooking fires.Which of these most closely matches the tone of the passage?A.Grandmother would tell us stories of tribal celebrations, the costumes and rituals that we would likely never experience.B.Understanding of property rights among American Indians differed greatly from that of European settlers.C.By virtue of this decree, people of the Wampanoag tribe are hereby ordered to move to a federally designated reservation.D.The great sky buffalo saw that humans were cold and living in darkness without fire.SUBMITarrow_backPREVIOUS

What is most closely the central idea/theme of this passage (lines 14-25)?A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,Bearing the owner’s name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones,Growing among black folks as among white,Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same.And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.Answer choices for the above questionA. Each blade of grass is the resurrection of a human soul.B. Children are born in a state of ignorance and must be taught.C. Grass is an example of how even the most common things closely examined reveal mysterious significance.D. Because grass can grow in so many places and conditions it is available to everyone.

The writer recalls his Grandmother as short, healthy and slightly bent. Her hairs were silver in colour and were scattered messily on her wrinkled face. She used to walk around the whole house in white clothes. She kept her one hand resting on her waist and the other hand was telling the beads of her rosary.The writer thinks of her as not very pretty but constantly beautiful all the time. He compares her calm face with the winter landscape. During their lengthy stay in the village, Grandmother woke him up from the bed in the early morning, plastered his wooden slate, organized his breakfast, and sent him to the school. The temple was connected to the school. She sat inside and studied the sacred texts while the children learned the alphabet.On their way back to the home she used to give the stale chapattis to the street dogs. A turning point in their beautiful relationship arrived when they went to live in a city. Despite the fact that they shared a room, their relationship started to grow apart. Now, the writer used to go to the city school on a school bus and studied subjects like English, Physics, mathematics and many more subjects that his grandmother could not understand at all.His grandmother could no longer go to school with him to send him. She felt upset that there was no teaching about God and scriptures at the city school. Instead, he was given music lessons, but she said nothing. She thought music was dreadful. It was just good for prostitutes and beggars, according to her. It was not intended for gentlemen.When the writer went to a university, he got a separate room in his house. The common link of the relationship between the grandson and the grandmother was broken now. Grandmother rarely talked to anyone in the house now. The writer’s grandmother quietly accepted her loneliness. She was constantly occupied with her spinning wheel and reciting prayers and she hardly ever spoke to anyone. She took a break in the afternoon. Her daily routine consisted of breaking bread into pieces and giving it to the birds. The birds would perch on her legs, head, and even her shoulders.When the writer was leaving on a trip abroad for his further studies, his grandmother did not get disturbed at all. Rather she went to the train station to say goodbye, but she didn’t say anything and merely kissed his forehead. Her lips were moving in prayer, her thoughts were consumed by prayer and her fingers were busy reciting the storey of the beads on her rosary. Seeing her grandmother at this old age, the writer was thinking that it might be his last meeting with his grandmother. But when he came back home after a duration of 5 years, his grandmother was there to welcome him back and he saw her celebrate his return.The next morning after the return of his grandson she got ill. Although the doctor told them that it was a slight fever and would go away very soon, still she could foresee that her time to leave this world was near. She did not want to waste her time talking to someone. Her fingers were busy reciting the storey of the beads on her rosary.She went to her bed praying and telling the beads till her lips stopped moving and the rosary fell down from her lifeless hand. Her body was discovered on the floor, wrapped in a red shawl after she died. To grieve her death, thousands of sparrows flew in and sat dispersed around her body. All the sparrows flew away without making any noise when the dead body of the old lady was carried away for the last rites.