Write about the Pacific states, using from memory not fewer than six of the words above (or their derivatives). 27 As we approached the Cascade Mountains, the scenery grew grander with every mile. The river (Columbia) cuts through the range in a winding cañon, whose sides for a space of four or five miles are from three to four thousand feet high. But the charm of this pass is not so much in the height and grandeur as in the beauty of its walls. They vary in color and angle, and light and shadow, each second, perpendicular rock fronts, mossy brown; shades of velvety greenness and ledges of glistening red or black stone thrown across great columns fluted as by a chisel; jutting tables of rock carpeted with yellow and brown lichen; turrets standing out with firs growing on them; and towering above all these, peaks and summits wrapped in fleecy clouds. Shining threads of water spun down in the highest places, sometimes falling sheer to the river. Long sky-lines of pines and firs, which we know to be from one hundred to three hundred feet tall, looked in the perspective no more than a mossy border along the wall. -HELEN HUNT JACKSON: Glimpses of Three Coasts [abridged]. Write a story of a trip across the continent, using from memory not fewer than eight of the words above (or their derivatives). Faster than fairies, faster than witches, And charging along like troops in a battle: All through the meadows, the horses and cattle: Fly as thick as driving rain; And ever again in the wink of an eye, Painted stations whistle by. - ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: From a Railway Carriage. Write the names for which these are the abbreviations: SIXTH YEAR-SECOND HALF 1 Antwerp, as all the world knows, is full at every turn of old piles of stones, dark and ancient and majestic, standing in crooked courts, jammed against gateways and taverns, rising by the water's edge, with bells ringing above them in the air. There they remain shut in amidst the squalor, the hurry, the crowds, the unloveliness and the commerce of the modern world, and all day long the clouds drift and the birds circle and the winds sigh around them, and beneath the earth at their feet there sleeps - RUBENS. And the greatness of the mighty master still rests upon Antwerp, and wherever we turn in its narrow streets his glory lies therein so that all things are thereby transfigured. For the city which is the tomb of Rubens still lives to us through him and him alone. - DE LA RAMÉE: A Dog of Flanders [abridged]. Describe the home-coming of the little Hollander who stopped the leak in the dike. Use from memory not fewer than six of the words in the columns above. The torrents of Norway leap down from their mountain homes with plentiful cataracts, and run brief but glorious races to the sea. The streams of England move smoothly through green fields and beside ancient, sleepy towns. The Scotch rivers brawl through the open moorland and flash along steep Highland glens. The rivers of the Alps are born in icy caves, from which they issue forth with furious, turbid waters: but when their anger has been forgotten in the slumber of some blue lake, they flow down softly to see the vineyards of Italy and France, and the gray castles of Germany and the verdant meadows of Holland. The Delaware and the Hudson and the Connecticut are the children of the Adirondacks and the White Mountains, cradled among the forests of spruce and hemlock, playing through a wild woodland youth, gathering strength from numberless tributaries, to bear their great burdens of lumber and to turn the wheels of many mills, issuing from hills to water a thousand farms, and descending at last, beside new cities, to the ancient sea. - HENRY VAN DYKE: Little Rivers [abridged]. Consult your dictionary and give diacritical marking for each word. Review lists found on pages 73, 85, and 97. |