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One day, a fourteen-year-old boy named Jonathan Price found himself lying down in the grass and suddenly thought, where are mom and dad? Where am I? He did not realize that he had walked one hundred and fifty miles east of his home in Wichita, Kansas and blacked out the previous day, October 19th, and blacked out. As he got up out of the grass, he felt a strange desire for food. He started wandering in the direction he thought was home. He started to go through a forest when he saw a beautiful waterfall joining in to a river. As he walked over to the river he found what he thought was an apple on the floor and ate it almost immediately. After he finished the so-called apple, he drank some water. He started to feel sock and looked at the apple in his hands only to realize that he had actually picked up an orange.
After wandering around the forest for at least one or two more hours, he realized what he had been doing the previous day. He had been walking to a blacksmith in Dodge City, Kansas that would not care that he was only fourteen and would make him the gun he wanted so that he could shoot ducks. What Jonathan did not know was that Dodge City was much farther than it seemed. As he started walking back the way he had come, he came across another boy around the same age as him.
He asked the boy, “Who are you? What are you doing here?”
The boy responded kindly, “I am Kent Palace and I am sixteen years old. I hail from the land of Palaces in Topeka, Kansas. I have been sent this way to find the blacksmith named Xavier Bon who provides people with anything a blacksmith can make.”
Then Jonathan started awkwardly, “Oh! I know where that blacksmith is. I will take you to him.”
Jonathan started to go back towards t...
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... me no choice. That blacksmith is my friend, so I have to kill you. It does not matter that people will come looking for you because I will not be here,” Finishing his sentence with a gunshot.
The blacksmith came out from the hotel and thanked Jonathan. Jonathan offered the blacksmith a place to work nearer to Jonathan’s house where he would be safe. After thinking for a while, the blacksmith finally agreed.
It took Jonathan and Xavier two days to get back, and when Jonathan’s parents heard what he had done, they were proud of him, even though they were scared that he might have died. They even offered the blacksmith a place to stay in their house. The blacksmith told them that he would be delighted to stay with Jonathan’s family. Jonathan’s family and the blacksmith were able to live long and joyous lives together, and they were always proud of each other.
But in the end, they never heard or saw of these miners. They later filled up the mine, closing it off for good. Throughout the following chambers he talks about doctors, auscultation, and listening for the sounds of heartbeats. To me, this directly relates to the miners. I feel like listening for a heartbeat, for instance a baby still in the womb, is the first time you really hear life in a newborn, and as a parent it is the first connection you have with your child. “I first heard the whoosh-whoosh of my daughters heart as a reproduction, as an electronic transmission through a fetal heart monitor strapped to my wife’s belly-an electronic stethoscope.” Line
In the short story “Cornet at night” by Sinclair Ross, Tom Dickson is a young farm boy who lives on a farm with his parents. He is very naive and has not had a chance to experience the outside world for his own. He knows only what he learns from the farm and school, but now that he gets to go on a small adventure on his on, he grows up in a variety of ways. One way in which Tom grows up is when he goes to town by himself. He has gone before, but with the security of his parents with him, and for a young boy to go to another town “eight miles north of here” is a large task for such a young boy, thus showing one way that he matures.
A red balloon floats from the boy’s grasp, as tears run down his face, all of the boys around him hit him and pull at his things. All except one, who stands in the back, Jon Huntman, He doesn’t understand why his childish need for torture and fun have subsided, he just felt pity for the boy. Years then past, his feelings of love and regret grew stronger each year. He no longer wanted pain for others, he had a good job and a wife, and he felt bad for past deeds and wanted to correct his wrongdoings. One day in his late 30’s he went to the boy’s house whom he had stood and watch get bullied, and hung a red balloon on his door. Growing mentally and becoming a better person is the best thing about growing up, as Jon did.
When a young boy is found brutally murdered in a small Prussian town called Konitz, once part of Germany, now part of Poland, the Christians residing in the town lash out by inciting riots and demonstrations. Citing the incident as an act of Jewish ritual murder, better known as blood libel, Christians rendered blame on the Jews. Helmut Walser’s Smith, The Butcher’s Tale, details the murder account and the malicious consequences of superstitious belief combined with slander and exaggerated press propaganda. Foreshadowing the persecution of Jews which would take place three decades later, Smith analyzes and explains the cause and effect of anti-Semitism in Imperial Germany at the turn of the century. Utilizing Smith’s book as a primary source,
Just as Johnny’s courage shines through so does his fast maturity from child to adult. His childhood was stolen away from him by his illness but instead of sulking he pulls himself together. He takes every difficulty in stride, and gets through them. Even when he is feeling down he hides it for he does not want anyone else to feel his pain. Being a seventeen year old boy he wants to do the things all other seventeen year old boys do.
Nicky’s father took his son out with the intention of having him look for a pumpkin and bringing it back home. Not at all did he suspect to encounter anything more but indeed he did. Nicky and his father went looking for a pumpkin at as place that he describes as “a piece of land so devoid of life and interest that from January to October, I’m certain, no one sees it at all”.
Throughout life, people face obstacles. The time and type of such events can determine a person’s character, outlook and their goals in life. “Walking Out” was about a young boy who takes a vacation with his father which turns tragic because of a gun accident. The author of “Walking Out”, David Quammen moved to Montana in the early 1970’s; there has been no indication that the author and the boy depicted in the story are the same person. Some parallels might be assumed with both the character and author having the same name; both men grew up near big cities and venture into the back country to get away from life. Both also do not enjoy the lifestyle at first, but come to enjoy it. In David Quammen’s Walking Out, David and his father venture
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When John was a teenager he was frequently in trouble. He finally quit school and got a job in a machine shop in Indianapolis. He was very intelligent and a good worker, but he soon got bored and often stayed out all night. His father began to think that the city was corrupting his son, so he sold his property in Indianapolis and moved his family to a farm near Mooresville, Indiana. John reacted no better to rural life than he had to that in the city and soon began to run wild again.
Once upon a time, there was a kid. His name is completely unknown to me, but he was famous for his jar of honey, until something happened. And this is where our story begins. The kid was walking home one night from a friend’s house when he suddenly heard a noise coming from up ahead. He thought about running up there to see what was there, but then he remembered that he had a pot of honey that was very fragile, so he decided to walk towards the noise. When he got to a streetlight up ahead, he looked around for where the noise was coming from. He didn’t see anything around him, so he looked up. When he looked up he saw a dark figure on top of the streetlight, which he found out quickly it was a bear.
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“Eight shillings! I’m not that meek! Boys make an honest five at the blacksmith’s for a week!”
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