st I thought it was a tram, but its shape was too organic, too lumpy, and it was going fartoo slowly for that, making almost no noise. It was swaying, swaying up the street with an evenmomentum in a rolling motion that was drawing it away from us like a tide, and every time itrocked forward, something about it made a soft dragging sound on the rails. As we watched, thething sucked in air and then let out a deep groan.‘That’s an elephant!’ I said.My grandfather said nothing. His glasses had fogged up during the walk, but he wasn’t takingthem off to wipe them. He took my hand; we watched the animal.Its ears were folded back against the domed, bouldered head with big-lidded eyes; the archedroll of the spine fell away into the hips; dry folds of skin shook around the shoulders and kneesas it shifted its weight. It seemed to take up the whole street. It dragged its curled trunk like a fistalong the ground.Several metres in front of it, holding a bag of something that must have been enormouslytempting, a short young man was walking slowly backward, drawing it forward with whispers.‘I saw them at the train station as I was coming home,’ my grandfather said.5101520253035

Behind us, along the high-road, a tramcar went rocking by, doubtless bearing a few belated workers homeward. The stark incongruity of the thing was appalling. How little those weary toilers, hemmed about with the commonplace, suspected that almost within sight from the car windows, amid prosy benches, iron railings, and unromantic, flickering lamps, two fellow-men moved upon the border of a horror-land! Beneath the trees a shadow carpet lay, its edges tropically sharp; and fully ten yards from the first of the group, we two, hatless both, and sharing a common dread, paused for a moment and listened. The car had stopped at the farther extremity of the common, and now with a moan that grew to a shriek was rolling on its way again. We stood and listened until silence reclaimed the night. Not a footstep could be heard. Then slowly we walked on. At the edge of the forest we stopped again abruptly. Q 11. The time in which the scene is set is: Ops: A. in the afternoon B. early morning C. Cannot be determined D. late at night Q 12. Who is making the sound described as "moan that grew into a shriek"? Ops: A. The author B. The author's friend C. A distant car D. The tramcar Q 13. What were the author and his friend dreading? Ops: A. Cannot be determined B. Being late to work C. The arrival of the tramcar D. Being lost in the city

Read the passage given below and answer the questions that follow. Behind us, along the high-road, a tramcar went rocking by, doubtless bearing a few belated workers homeward. The stark incongruity of the thing was appalling. How little those weary toilers, hemmed about with the commonplace, suspected that almost within sight from the car windows, amid prosy benches, iron railings, and unromantic, flickering lamps, two fellow-men moved upon the border of a horror-land! Beneath the trees a shadow carpet lay, its edges tropically sharp; and fully ten yards from the first of the group, we two, hatless both, and sharing a common dread, paused for a moment and listened. The car had stopped at the farther extremity of the common, and now with a moan that grew to a shriek was rolling on its way again. We stood and listened until silence reclaimed the night. Not a footstep could be heard. Then slowly we walked on. At the edge of the forest we stopped again abruptly. Q 13. The time in which the scene is set is: Ops: A. in the afternoon B. late at night C. early morning D. Cannot be determined Q 14. Who is making the sound described as "moan that grew into a shriek"? Ops: A. The author B. The tramcar C. The author's friend D. A distant car Q 15. What were the author and his friend dreading? Ops: A. The arrival of the tramcar B. Being lost in the city C. Cannot be determined D. Being late to work

Read the passage given below and answer the questions that follow. Behind us, along the high-road, a tramcar went rocking by, doubtless bearing a few belated workers homeward. The stark incongruity of the thing was appalling. How little those weary toilers, hemmed about with the commonplace, suspected that almost within sight from the car windows, amid prosy benches, iron railings, and unromantic, flickering lamps, two fellow-men moved upon the border of a horror-land! Beneath the trees a shadow carpet lay, its edges tropically sharp; and fully ten yards from the first of the group, we two, hatless both, and sharing a common dread, paused for a moment and listened. The car had stopped at the farther extremity of the common, and now with a moan that grew to a shriek was rolling on its way again. We stood and listened until silence reclaimed the night. Not a footstep could be heard. Then slowly we walked on. At the edge of the forest we stopped again abruptly. Q 14. The time in which the scene is set is: Ops: A. late at night B. Cannot be determined C. in the afternoon D. early morning Q 15. Who is making the sound described as "moan that grew into a shriek"? Ops: A. A distant car B. The tramcar C. The author D. The author's friend Q 16. What were the author and his friend dreading? Ops: A. Being lost in the city B. The arrival of the tramcar C. Being late to work D. Cannot be determined

What does the personification in this text suggest?There was never a sound beside the wood but one,And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.—Robert Frost, "Mowing"The scythe gently touched the ground.The scythe made a soft swishing sound.Save answer

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