Setting in a Short Story Answers

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Read the excerpt from "The People Could Fly.”"Keep that thing quiet,” called the Overseer. He pointed his finger at the babe. The woman scrunched low. The Driver cracked his whip across the babe anyhow. The babe hollered like any hurt child, and the woman fell to the earth.

Read the excerpt from "The Revolt of Mother.”The old man slapped the saddle upon the mare's back."Look here, father, I want to know what them men are diggin' over in the field for, an' I'm goin' to know.”"I wish you'd go into the house, mother, an' 'tend to your own affairs,” the old man said then….”

Read the excerpt from "The Revolt of Mother.”A boy stood before the kitchen glass combing his hair. He combed slowly and painstakingly, arranging his brown hair in a smooth hillock over his forehead. He did not seem to pay any attention to the conversation."Sammy, did you know father was goin' to build a new barn?” asked the girl.The boy combed assiduously.

Read the excerpt from "The People Could Fly.”The slaves labored in the fields from sunup to sundown. The owner of the slaves callin himself their Master. Say he was a hard lump of clay. A hard, glinty coal. A hard rock pile, wouldn’t be moved. His Overseer on horseback pointed out the slaves who were slowin down. So the one called Driver cracked his whip over the slow ones to make them move faster. That whip was a slice-open cut of pain. So they did move faster. Had to.

Read the excerpt from "The People Could Fly.”The folks were full of misery, then. Got sick with the up and down of the sea. So they forgot about flyin when they could no longer breathe the sweet scent of Africa.

Read the excerpt from "The People Could Fly.”Sarah couldn’t stand up straight any longer. She was too weak. The sun burned her face. The babe cried and cried, "Pity me, oh, pity me,” say it sounded like. Sarah was so sad and starvin, she sat down in the row.

Read the excerpt from "The Revolt of Mother.”The boy combed assiduously."Sammy!”He turned, and showed a face like his father's under his smooth crest of hair. "Yes, I s'pose I did,” he said, reluctantly.