I am still reading the historical fiction novel, Rifles for Watie by Harold Keith. This week I have read from page 111 to 179.
The last thing that happened during last weeks reading was that David got home, and his mom refused to let him stay. The first thing that happened in this weeks reading was that David and Jeff leave to go back to the fort. They arrive at the fort that evening, and the next day they start the march to Springfield, Missouri. At the Grand River in Kansas, they meet up with another General and his group of men and continue the march. As they keep moving, the whole battalion gets really thirsty and sick because they haven't had a decent amount of food or water in a long time. They continue their march in this state for some time.
After a couple of days, they meet up with a person called Lyon and his group of volunteer men, and still continue there march further. Jeff meets this young man named Jimmy that is in the other volunteer battalion, and they get acquainted and become friends. After yet another long stretch of marching, the Sergeant in charge finds out the Jimmy is not of age and he is taken away. The rest of the pages I read this week are about the march, and nothing really important is said during these parts except there are a few hints about them getting close to there first battle.
This weeks reading has been pretty boring, because all it really dealt with was marching and marching and more marching, and was kind of anticlimactic and meticulous. I hope they soon get to some more interesting parts in this book because it is getting very,very, repetitive.
The excerpt that I have chosen for this week is when Jeff meets Jimmy. The reason why I chose it it because it is pretty much the one important/interesting thing that happened this week, and I predict that Jimmy might come back later in the story.
Obediently the lad handed it over. Jeff put the dried grass in the crown, poured
water from his canteen over it, and handed it
back to its owner. It was a trick he had learned with his own straw hat while plowing. The boy clapped the cap gratefully onto
his black curls.
"Thankee," he said, shyly. "That's real cool."
Trudging along, Jeff asked the Missouri boy, "What's your name?"
"Jimmy Lear. What's yours?"
The last thing that happened during last weeks reading was that David got home, and his mom refused to let him stay. The first thing that happened in this weeks reading was that David and Jeff leave to go back to the fort. They arrive at the fort that evening, and the next day they start the march to Springfield, Missouri. At the Grand River in Kansas, they meet up with another General and his group of men and continue the march. As they keep moving, the whole battalion gets really thirsty and sick because they haven't had a decent amount of food or water in a long time. They continue their march in this state for some time.
After a couple of days, they meet up with a person called Lyon and his group of volunteer men, and still continue there march further. Jeff meets this young man named Jimmy that is in the other volunteer battalion, and they get acquainted and become friends. After yet another long stretch of marching, the Sergeant in charge finds out the Jimmy is not of age and he is taken away. The rest of the pages I read this week are about the march, and nothing really important is said during these parts except there are a few hints about them getting close to there first battle.
This weeks reading has been pretty boring, because all it really dealt with was marching and marching and more marching, and was kind of anticlimactic and meticulous. I hope they soon get to some more interesting parts in this book because it is getting very,very, repetitive.
The excerpt that I have chosen for this week is when Jeff meets Jimmy. The reason why I chose it it because it is pretty much the one important/interesting thing that happened this week, and I predict that Jimmy might come back later in the story.
Obediently the lad handed it over. Jeff put the dried grass in the crown, poured
water from his canteen over it, and handed it
back to its owner. It was a trick he had learned with his own straw hat while plowing. The boy clapped the cap gratefully onto
his black curls.
"Thankee," he said, shyly. "That's real cool."
Trudging along, Jeff asked the Missouri boy, "What's your name?"
"Jimmy Lear. What's yours?"
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