Reporter joseph chamberlin spent hours roaming the streets, often finding himself dodging showers of scorching sparks. at one point the heat became too intense, so he ducked into an abandoned store where he found a large blanket on the floor. wrapping it around his head and body, he ventured out into the street again and made his way to the leading edge of the fire, which had reached the intersection of franklin and randolph.

Read this excerpt from white fang by jack london. the qualities in his kind that in the beginning made it possible for them to come in to the fires of men, were qualities capable of development. they were developing in him, and the camp-life, replete with misery as it was, was secretly endearing itself to him all the time. but white fang was unaware of it. he knew only grief for the loss of kiche, hope for her return, and a hungry yearning for the free life that had been his. which quotation from the paragraph supports the story’s theme of homesickness? “the camp life . . was secretly endearing itself to him all the time.” “but white fang was unaware of it.” “he knew only . . a hungry yearning for the free life that had been his.” “the qualities in his kind . . were qualities capable of development.”

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*ill give best answer brainliest*read the excerpt below and answer the question. we did not know, as yet, which was the better side, right or left, which road led to prison and which to the crematoria. still, i was happy, i was near my father. our procession continued slowly to move forward. another inmate came over to us: “satisfied? ” “yes,” someone answered. “poor devils, you are heading for the crematorium.” he seemed to be telling the truth. not far from us, flames, huge flames, were rising from a ditch. something was being burned there. a truck drew close and unloaded its hold: small children. babies! yes, i did see this, with my own eyes . . children thrown into the flames. (is it any wonder that ever since then, sleep tends to elude me? ) so that was where we were going. a little farther on, there was another, larger pit for adults. what is the conflict portrayed in this excerpt from elie wiesel’s night? select all that apply. the external conflict between the nazis and the jews the external conflict between the nazis and the allies the external conflict between wiesel and the inmate the internal conflict between wiesel’s memory of the burning bodies and his desire for peaceful sleep