“Open your eyes!” the voice commanded. “We must hurry away from here!” I blinked again. Before me sat a girl, her right cheek scarred . . . , her eyes swollen with fatigue.
’Twas Isabel, who was my friend.
I blinked for the third time and took a deep breath. Isabel’s hands lay in her lap, bleeding from torn blisters. The handles of both oars were bloodstained where she had gripped them.
Like a flint hitting steel, a memory sparked, then flared.
Isabel had freed me from the Bridewell Prison. She’d rowed a boat, this ancient boat, all night long. Rowed us away from Manhattan, the British army, and those who owned us.
The memory exploded.
We are free!
I stood, legs quivering, head pounding, heart leaping. “You did it! How? Don’t matter. Country, you did it!”
She shook her head violently and pulled me back down to my seat, a shaky finger on her lips to quiet me. “Hush!”
“But it’s wondrous,” I said, voice low. “Is it not?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “No.” The wind swirled a veil of snow between us. “Perhaps.”
“Do you know of a safe house hereabouts?” I asked. “The name of folks who would help us?”
“We have to help ourselves.” She looked over her shoulder at the field beyond the riverbank. “We have a handful of silver coins, some meat, and a map. I forged a pass too, but the river ruined it.” She wrung out the water from the bottom of her skirt. “We have to walk to Charleston.” . . .
The river gurgled and tugged, trying to pull the boat back into the current. I clutched at the sides of the unsteady craft and shivered. Isabel had brought us this far. Now it was up to me.
But how?
We were escaped slaves, half froze and exhausted. We needed to warm ourselves, sleep, and eat. But above all, we had to stay hidden. The business of returning or selling runaways was profitable for both redcoats and rebels.
I tallied our advantages: A few coins. Food enough for a few meals. Disadvantages: No horse. No gun. No one to trust.
A large piece of ice floated down the river as the second truth crackled in me.
This freedom could kill us.

Claim/Thesis -
The author characterizes [character] as [trait] when [brief example].

Evidence - Choose a piece of evidence that will prove your thesis.
Anderson writes, “.”
or
The narrator says, “.”
or
The narrator is described as “”

Commentary - Explain what the quote is doing.
This demonstrates that [character] is [trait] because [how your quote proves they have this trait].

FINAL PARAGRAPH - Combine your sentences below into one paragraph.

How are key ideas refined with clear and concise language in the selection “what are our demands? ” what purpose does this selection serve?

Ajourney with my father adapted from my reminiscences by sir rabindranath tagore probably in order to teach me to be careful, my father placed a little small change in my charge and required me to keep an account of it. he also entrusted me with the duty of winding his valuable gold watch for him. he overlooked the risk of damage in his desire to train me to a sense of responsibility. when we went out together for our morning walk, he would ask me to give alms to any beggars we came across. but i never could render him a proper account at the end of it. one day, my balance was larger than the account warranted. "i really must make you my cashier," observed my father. "money seems to have a way of growing in your hands! " that watch of his i wound up with such indefatigable1 zeal that it had very soon to be sent to the watchmaker's in calcutta. i am reminded of the time when, later in life, i was appointed to manage the estate and had to lay before my father, owing to his failing eyesight, a statement of accounts on the second or third of every month. i had first to read out the totals under each head, and if he had any doubts on any point, he would ask for the details. if i made any attempt to slur over or keep out of sight any item which i feared he would not like, it was sure to come out. so, these first few days of the month were very anxious ones for me. as i have said, my father had the habit of keeping everything clearly before his mind—whether figures of accounts, or ceremonial arrangements, or additions or alterations to property. he had never seen the new assembly hall built at bolpur, and yet, he was familiar with every detail of it from questioning those who came to see him after a visit to bolpur. he had an extraordinary memory, and when once he got hold of a fact, it never escaped him. my father asked me to copy the favourite verses, with their translation, from the book he liked reading every day. at home, i had been a boy of no account. here, when these important functions were entrusted to me, i felt the glory of the situation. 1. tireless 7 how does the narrator support the idea that his father keeps everything clearly before his mind? a. by giving the example of his father's response when his account did not tally with the money that he had in hand b. by mentioning that his father was interested in everything that happened around him c. by giving the example of his father knowing every detail of the new assembly hall at bolpur d. by mentioning that his father had marked his favorite verses from his favorite book

Which best compares the authors’ purposes in silent spring and “save the redwoods”? both authors want readers to protect human rights. both authors want readers to focus on saving trees. both authors intend to entertain readers with their essays. both authors intend to convince readers of their viewpoint.