by Mark TwainI found Simon Wheeler dozing comfortably by the stove of the run-down tavern in the decayed mining camp of Angel's. I noticed he was fat and bald-headed and had a gentle, simple expression on his calm face. He stood up and said good day to me. I told him that a friend of mine had asked me to inquire about a dear companion of his from boyhood named Leonidas W. Smiley—Reverend Leonidas W. Smiley. He was a young minister who supposedly was living at one time at Angel's Camp. I added that if Mr. Wheeler could tell me anything about this Reverend Leonidas W. Smiley, I would be most grateful.     Simon Wheeler backed me into a corner and trapped me there with his chair. Then he sat down and reeled off a monotonous story. He never smiled; he never frowned. He never changed his voice from the gentle-flowing tone in which he began his first sentence. He never gave the slightest hint of enthusiasm. But all through the endless narrative he stayed impressively earnest and sincere. This showed me that, far from thinking there was anything ridiculous or funny about his story, he thought it was a really important matter. He admired the heroes of the story as men of great genius. I let him go on in his own way and never interrupted him once. 11Drag each tile to the correct box.Match each detail from the passage with the statement that best explains how it develops the character of Simon Wheeler in the cultural setting.“admired the heroes of the story as men ofgreat genius”“backed me into a corner and trapped methere with his chair”“dozing comfortably by the stove of therun-down tavern in the decayed mining camp”This detail reveals that the setting has allowedSimon Wheeler to encounter many people.This detail reveals that Simon Wheeler isa central feature of the setting.This detail reveals that the setting providesSimon Wheeler with plenty of free time.

Jim Smily and His Jumping FrogMark TwainMR. A. WARD,DEAR SIR:—1 Well, I called on good-natured, garrulous old Simon Wheeler, and I inquired after your friend Leonidas W. Smily, as you requested me to do, and I hereunto append the result. If you can get any information out of it you are cordially welcome to it. I have a lurking suspicion that your Leonidas W. Smily is a myth—that you never knew such a personage, and that you only conjectured that if I asked old Wheeler about him it would remind him of his infamous Jim Smily, and he would go to work and bore me nearly to death with some infernal reminiscence of him as long and tedious as it should be useless to me. If that was your design, Mr. Ward, it will gratify you to know that it succeeded.2 I found Simon Wheeler dozing comfortably by the barroom stove of the little old dilapidated tavern in the ancient mining camp of Boomerang, and I noticed that he was fat and bald-headed, and had an expression of winning gentleness and simplicity upon his tranquil countenance. He roused up and gave me good-day. I told him a friend of mine had commissioned me to make some inquiries about a cherished companion of his boyhood named Leonidas W. Smily—Rev. Leonidas W. Smily—a young minister of the gospel, who he had heard was at one time a resident of this village of Boomerang. I added that if Mr. Wheeler could tell me anything about this Rev. Leonidas W. Smily, I would feel under many obligations to him.3 Simon Wheeler backed me into a corner and blockaded me there with his chair—and then sat down and reeled off the monotonous narrative which follows this paragraph. He never smiled, he never frowned, he never changed his voice from the quiet, gently-flowing key to which he turned the initial sentence, he never betrayed the slightest suspicion of enthusiasm—but all through the interminable narrative there ran a vein of impressive earnestness and sincerity, which showed me plainly that so far from his imagining that there was anything ridiculous or funny about his story, he regarded it as a really important matter, and admired its two heroes as men of transcendent genius in finesse. To me, the spectacle of a man drifting serenely along through such a queer yarn without ever smiling was exquisitely absurd. As I said before, I asked him to tell me what he knew of Rev. Leonidas W. Smily, and he replied as follows. I let him go on in his own way, and never interrupted him once.QuestionWhat can the reader conclude about the story that Simon Wheeler is going to tell the narrator?ResponsesA The story will be long and tedious.The story will be long and tedious.B Smily thinks the story is ridiculous.Smily thinks the story is ridiculous.C The story will be short and succinct.The story will be short and succinct.D The narrator thinks the story is serious.The narrator thinks the story is serious.

Where had Simon gone and what does he do there?

Which of the following quotes from "Simon Starts Forth to Fight the 'Tiger,' and Falls in with a Candidate Whom He 'Does' to a Cracklin'" contains a simile?"Yes, sir, it was a sublime moral spectacle, worthy of a comparison with any recorded specimens of Roman or Spartan magnanimity, sir.""A pretty, gentlemanly Tiger-keeper, in sooth! He smiles now--mark the beauty of that large mouth, and the dazzling splendour of those teeth!""Oh, I gin him thunder and lightnin' stewed down to a strong pison, I tell you.""Belikes it did'--said the Captain--'shouldn't be surprised. There was smartly of a row betwixt us, certin. We did'nt make quite as much noise as a panter and a pack of hounds, but we made some...'"

For a long time he said nothing. He kept as still as a stone. He hardly seemed to be breathing at all. When at last he began to speak, it sounded almost as though he were singing, sadly, in a dream.— Hugh Lofting, The Story of Doctor Dolittle (1920).What technique is used to build characterisation in this extract?

What might Simon represent?