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Read the excerpt from muir's essay "calypso borealis" and answer the question. [5] how long i sat beside calypso i don't know. hunger and weariness vanished, and only after the sun was low in the west i splashed on through the swamp, strong and exhilarated as if never more to feel any mortal care. at length i saw maple woods on a hill and found a log house. i was gladly received. "where ha ye come fra? the swamp, that awfu' swamp. what were ye doin' there? " etc. "mony a puir body has been lost in that muckle, cauld, dreary bog and never been found." when i told her i had entered it in search of plants and had been in it all day, she wondered how plants could draw me to these awful places, and said, "it's god's mercy ye ever got out." examine the details muir includes in this paragraph. which statement accurately explains how muir's response to nature compares to the log house owner's response? he is enthusiastic and in awe while she is doubtful and fearful. muir cautiously admires whereas the lady shows religious dedication. the lady is more interested in the bog while muir is fascinated by plants. they both admire nature—its intense dangers and its true treasures.

Let freedom ring from the snow capped rockies of colorado what is the rhetorical device? a. imagery b. simile c. anaphor d oxymoron

Read this excerpt from i never had it made. "it's all that ought to count," he replied. "but it isn't. maybe one of these days it will be all that counts. that is one of the reasons i've got you here, robinson. if you're a good enough man, we can make this a start in the right direction. but let me tell you, it's going to take an awful lot of courage." he was back to the crossroads question that made me start to get angry minutes earlier. he asked it slowly and with great care. "have you got the guts to play the game no matter what happens? " "i think i can play the game, mr. rickey," i said. the next few minutes were tough. branch rickey had to make absolutely sure that i knew what i would face. beanballs would be thrown at me. i would be called the kind of names which would hurt and infuriate any man. i would be physically attacked. could i take all of this and control my temper, remain steadfastly loyal to our ultimate aim? which is the central idea of this excerpt?