Which statement best describes how the Rosebud Sioux teenagers were affected by their visit to the Carlisle School cemetery?A. They were deeply upset that the graves were so far from home, prompting them to begin the campaign to bring the remains home.B. They were deeply angered to see the children's graves, many of which were marked "unknown," neglected and unkempt by the United States Army.C. They were deeply saddened until they were visited by a cloud of fireflies that spiritually healed them, resolving the entire conflict for them.D. They were deeply affected and this prompted them to visit the White House, where they made their case for reburial to the Obama administration.

Which of the following best describes the author's purpose in writing this article?A. to bring attention to the Rosebud Sioux's causeB. to condemn the practices of the Carlisle Indian Industrial SchoolC. to assess the federal government's stance on heritage burial ritesD. to contribute to a national conversation by offering his own opinion on the school's history

Which of the following best describes the central idea of the article?A. The army does not want to rebury children at the Carlisle Indian School for the Rosebud Sioux tribe because then other tribes will want the same treatment.B. The Rosebud Sioux tribe wants to bring children buried at the Carlisle Indian School home for reburial to honor their dead and heal their community.C. The Rosebud Sioux tribe wants to bring children buried at the Carlisle Indian School home for reburial because the army is not maintaining their graves.D. The Carlisle Indian School was a cruel and unfair boarding school that owes the Rosebud Sioux and other tribes for its mistreatment of their children.

excerpt adapted from The School Days of an Indian Girlfrom American Indian Storiesby Zitkala-Sa (Gertrude Simmons Bonnin)There were eight in our party of bronzed children who were going East with the missionaries. Among us were three young braves, two tall girls, and we three little ones, Judéwin, Thowin, and I.We had been very impatient to start on our journey to the Red Apple Country, which, we were told, lay a little beyond the great circular horizon of the Western prairie. Under a sky of rosy apples we dreamt of roaming as freely and happily as we had chased the cloud shadows on the Dakota plains. We had anticipated much pleasure from a ride on the iron horse, but the throngs of staring palefaces disturbed and troubled us.On the train, fair women, with tottering babies on each arm, stopped their haste and scrutinized the children of absent mothers. Large men, with heavy bundles in their hands, halted near by, and riveted their glassy blue eyes upon us.I sank deep into the corner of my seat, for I resented being watched. Directly in front of me, children who were no larger than I hung themselves upon the backs of their seats, with their bold white faces toward me. Sometimes they took their forefingers out of their mouths and pointed at my moccasined feet. Their mothers, instead of reproving such rude curiosity, looked closely at me, and attracted their children's further notice to my blanket. This embarrassed me, and kept me constantly on the verge of tears.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.In this way I had forgotten my uncomfortable surroundings, when I heard one of my comrades call out my name. I saw the missionary standing very near, tossing candies and gums into our midst. This amused us all, and we tried to see who could catch the most of the sweetmeats. Though we rode several days inside of the iron horse, I do not recall a single thing about our luncheons.It was night when we reached the school grounds. The lights from the windows of the large buildings fell upon some of the icicled trees that stood beneath them. We were led toward an open door, where the brightness of the lights within flooded out over the heads of the excited palefaces who blocked our way. My body trembled more from fear than from the snow I trod upon.29Select the correct answer from the drop-down menu.Read the excerpt. Then choose the correct way to complete the paragraph.One theme in the excerpt is that people sometimes behave unkindly to those who are different from them. The author develops this theme by describing how the narrator

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The Burning of the LeavesNow is the time for the burning of the leaves.They go to the fire; the nostril pricks with smokeWandering slowly into the weeping mist.Brittle and blotched, ragged and rotten sheaves!A flame seizes the smouldering ruin, and bitesOn stubborn stalks that crackle as they resist.The last hollyhock’s fallen tower is dust:All the spices of June are a bitter reek,All the extravagant riches spent and mean.All burns! the reddest rose is a ghost.Sparks whirl up, to expire in the mist: the wildFingers of fire are making corruption clean.Now is the time for stripping the spirit bare,Time for the burning of days ended and done,Idle solace of things that have gone before,Rootless hope and fruitless desire are there:Let them go to the fire with never a look behind.That world that was ours is a world that is ours no more.They will come again, the leaf and the flower, to ariseFrom squalor of rottenness into the old splendour,And magical scents to a wondering memory bring;The same glory, to shine upon different eyes.Earth cares for her own ruins, naught for ours.Nothing is certain, only the certain spring.—by Lawrence BinyonThe phrase “the reddest rose is a ghost” contains an example ofasimile bparadoxcmetaphor dhyperbole