Select the correct answer.Which detail from paragraph 5 best shows that Zitkála-Šá thinks the telegraph poles are actually trees? A. "Often I had stopped, on my way down the road, to hold my ear against the pole, and, hearing its low moaning, I used to wonder what the paleface had done to hurt it." B. "Now I sat watching for each pole that glided by to be the last one." C. "Very near my mother's dwelling, along the edge of a road thickly bordered with wild sunflowers, some poles like these had been planted by white men." D. "It was the telegraph pole which strode by at short paces."

Select the correct answer from the drop-down menu.Read the excerpt.(5) I sat perfectly still, with my eyes downcast, daring only now and then to shoot long glances around me. Chancing to turn to the window at my side, I was quite breathless upon seeing one familiar object. It was the telegraph pole which strode by at short paces. Very near my mother's dwelling, along the edge of a road thickly bordered with wild sunflowers, some poles like these had been planted by white men. Often I had stopped, on my way down the road, to hold my ear against the pole, and, hearing its low moaning, I used to wonder what the paleface had done to hurt it. Now I sat watching for each pole that glided by to be the last one.How do the underlined phrases contribute to the author's nostalgic and wistful tone?The underlined phrases contribute to the nostalgic and wistful tone by creating a sense of

Select the correct answer.Which statement most closely represents Zitkála-Šá’s point of view about the "paleface" people she encounters on the train? A. She is bothered that they feel they can just stare at her. B. She is curious about the strange ways in which they speak. C. She is disappointed that they do not seem more friendly. D. She is intrigued by how different from her they look.

Read the following text from a journal. This excerpt is about Captain Robert Scott's expedition to the South Pole.We marched on, found that it was a black flag tied to a sledge bearer; near by the remaining camp; sledge tracks and ski tracks going and coming and the clear trace of dogs' paws—many dogs. This told us the whole story. The Norwegians have forestalled us and are first at the Pole. It is a terrible disappointment, and I am very sorry for my loyal companions. Many thoughts come and much discussion have we had. To-morrow we must march on to the Pole and then hasten home with all the speed we can compass. All the day dreams must go: it will be a wearisome return.From Robert Falcon Scott, Journals: Captain Scott's Last Expedition.Based on this excerpt, what can you conclude about Captain Robert Scott's expedition to the South Pole?

High up above the open, welcoming door    It hangs, a piece of wood with colors dim.    Once, long ago, it was a wavering tree    And knew the sun and shadow through the leaves5   Of forest trees, in thick eastern wood.    The winter snows had bent its branches down,    The spring had swelled its buds with coming flowers,    Summer had run like fire through its veins,    While autumn pelted it with chestnut burrs,10   And strewed the leafy ground with acorn cups.    Dark midnight storms had roared and crashed among.    Its branches, breaking here and there a limb;    But every now and then broad sunlit days    Lovingly lingered, caught among the leaves.15   Yes, it had known all this, and yet to us    It does not speak of mossy forest ways,    Of whispering pine trees or the shimmering birch;    But of quick winds, and the salt, stinging sea!    An artist once, with patient, careful knife,20   Had fashioned it like to the untamed sea.    Here waves uprear themselves, their tops blown back    By the gay, sunny wind, which whips the blue,    And breaks it into gleams and sparks of light.    Among the flashing waves are white birds25   Which swoop, and soar, and scream for very joy    At the wild sport. Now diving quickly in,    Questing some glistening fish. Now flying up,    Their dripping feathers shining in the sun,    While the wet drops like little glints of light,30   Fall pattering backward to the parent sea.    Gliding along the green and foam-flecked hollows,    Or skimming some white crest about to break,    The spirits of the sky deigning to stoop    And play with ocean in a summer mood.35   Hanging above the high, wide open door,    It brings to us in quiet, firelit room,    The freedom of the earth's vast solitudes,    Where heaping, sunny waves tumble and roll,    And seabirds scream in wanton happiness.7Which statement provides the best objective summary of the poem? A. A person wishes that a beautiful wood-carving could tell of its former life in a mossy forest and the whispers of the trees. B. A person wonders whether the wood-carving remembers the many seasons the wood saw as part of the natural world. C. A person admires an intricate wood-carving and considers how it was once part of a tree before it became a work of art. D. A person considers how some seabirds and the ocean are depicted in a wood-carving that hangs over a room entryway.

High up above the open, welcoming door    It hangs, a piece of wood with colors dim.    Once, long ago, it was a wavering tree    And knew the sun and shadow through the leaves5   Of forest trees, in thick eastern wood.    The winter snows had bent its branches down,    The spring had swelled its buds with coming flowers,    Summer had run like fire through its veins,    While autumn pelted it with chestnut burrs,10   And strewed the leafy ground with acorn cups.    Dark midnight storms had roared and crashed among.    Its branches, breaking here and there a limb;    But every now and then broad sunlit days    Lovingly lingered, caught among the leaves.15   Yes, it had known all this, and yet to us    It does not speak of mossy forest ways,    Of whispering pine trees or the shimmering birch;    But of quick winds, and the salt, stinging sea!    An artist once, with patient, careful knife,20   Had fashioned it like to the untamed sea.    Here waves uprear themselves, their tops blown back    By the gay, sunny wind, which whips the blue,    And breaks it into gleams and sparks of light.    Among the flashing waves are white birds25   Which swoop, and soar, and scream for very joy    At the wild sport. Now diving quickly in,    Questing some glistening fish. Now flying up,    Their dripping feathers shining in the sun,    While the wet drops like little glints of light,30   Fall pattering backward to the parent sea.    Gliding along the green and foam-flecked hollows,    Or skimming some white crest about to break,    The spirits of the sky deigning to stoop    And play with ocean in a summer mood.35   Hanging above the high, wide open door,    It brings to us in quiet, firelit room,    The freedom of the earth's vast solitudes,    Where heaping, sunny waves tumble and roll,    And seabirds scream in wanton happiness.2Which theme is developed by the idea that the wood-carving has a significant history? A. The forest is the source of many of the good things in life. B. A woodworker can tell a compelling story through careful handiwork. C. Works of art can be deeply connected to the natural world. D. Birds can represent a life well lived and the pursuit of pleasure.