Read the excerpt from "Clara Barton’s Childhood.”Hiding her fear, the five-year-old took her first unsanctioned lesson on one of the beautiful colts which were a feature of her father's farm.Together in the pasture, the pair approached a couple of those beautiful grazing creatures, broken only to the halter and bit. David bridled both horses and, holding the reins of both bridles in one hand, threw Clara on the back of one colt.She nearly bounced off the horse. Already aloft on his colt, David swiftly reached down, catching her foot, and pushing her back into place."Hold the reins in one hand and twist your other hand in the mane!” he called, and with that advice, her lesson was complete. Horse and rider as one, they galloped away through the field, in and out among the other colts, in wild glee.
Read the excerpt from "Clara Barton’s Childhood.”With the patience of a much older, wiser nurse, nothing was too hard for Clara to do well and quickly, if in any way it would make David more comfortable. She remained by his side through many new treatments and failed attempts. David’s cure finally came through a new treatment using a vapor bath, and Clara Barton fulfilled her earliest apprenticeship as a nurse.
Read the excerpt from "Clara Barton’s Childhood.”Clara put on the skates and was linked with a scarf to one of the boys. Faster and faster they skated, until they hit a patch of jagged ice and down she went!She tried for days to hide the cuts on her knees, but was eventually found out by her mother. Her mother soothed her as she cleaned and dressed the wounds, telling her,"I once persisted in riding a high mettled unbroken horse in opposition to my father’s commands, and was thrown from the horse.”
Read the excerpt from an interview.Reporter: I’m standing here today with Dr. Kira Klein, director of the International Foundation for the Study of Viruses. Dr. Klein, what do you think of the recent report from the Center for Disease Control on the likelihood of a flu epidemic?Dr. Klein: With so many new flu viruses popping up each year, and with the prevalence of international travel, I have to agree that an international flu epidemic is a real possibility.
Read the excerpt from "Clara Barton’s Childhood.”From that time on, through long months, she was the member of the family whose entire thought and care was centered around her brother. David was very sick for such a long time that it seemed as if he could never rally.Hour after hour, and day after day, she sat by his bedside, his thin hand clasped in her strong one."Will I ever get better?” he would ask, sometimes several times a day.She practically shut herself up in that sick-room for two whole years.
Read the excerpt from "Clara Barton’s Childhood.”There was, directly in front of the house, a small, circular, natural pond, fed by springs in the bottom and surrounded by a circle of hills forming a basin in which the little pond basked and slept through the summer, welcoming visitors who wished to escape the summer heat. But in winter it became a thing of beauty and a joy forever to the skater. From its sheltered position it froze smooth, even, and dazzling, and had no danger spots.
Read the excerpt from "Clara Barton’s Childhood.”Meanwhile, her family whispered to each other."It’s not good for her to be locked away in that room so much,” her mother would say."I’ve tried to encourage her to leave, to ride the horses or visit the animals in the barn,” her father explained, "but she refuses to leave David’s side.”
Read the story summary.While visiting a meteor crater, a teenager comes across a meteorite that inspires him to become an astronaut.
Read the excerpt from "Clara Barton’s Childhood.”Stephen Barton, or Captain Barton as he was called, was a man of marked military tastes. In the evening, after dinner, the family would gather near the fireplace, with its thick hand-cut mantel and river rock surround. With mother in her rocking chair, knitting, and her sister Sally on the sofa with a book, Clara would perch in the armchair on her father’s knee, next to the crackling fire, and listen as he regaled her with tales of his service."…surrounded by darkness, we sat quietly waiting for our orders to advance,” he would say.
Why did the author choose to provide this fictional account of Clara Barton, who was a real person? Select four answers.
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