TCAP Success Grade 6 ELA Chapter 2

TCAP Success Grade 6 ELA Chapter 2 Sample

Excerpt from White Fang by Jack London

1 Dark spruce forest frowned on either side of the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but of a laughter more terrible than any sadness—a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild.

2 But there was life, abroad in the land and defiant. Down the frozen waterway toiled a string of wolfish dogs. Their bristly fur was rimed with frost. Their breath froze in the air as it left their mouths, spouting forth in spumes of vapour that settled upon the hair of their bodies and formed into crystals of frost. Leather harness was on the dogs, and leather traces attached them to a sled which dragged along behind. The sled was without runners. It was made of stout birch-bark, and its full surface rested on the snow. The front end of the sled was turned up, like a scroll, in order to force down and under the bore of soft snow that surged like a wave before it. On the sled, securely lashed, was a long and narrow oblong box. There were other things on the sled— blankets, an axe, and a coffee-pot and frying-pan; but prominent, occupying most of the space, was the long and narrow oblong box.

3 In advance of the dogs, on wide snowshoes, toiled a man. At the rear of the sled toiled a second man. On the sled, in the box, lay a third man whose toil was over,—a man whom the wild had conquered and beaten down until he would never move nor struggle again. It is not the way of the wild to like movement. Life is an offence to it, for life is movement; and the wild aims always to destroy movement. It freezes the water to prevent it running to the sea; it drives the sap out of the trees till they are frozen to their mighty hearts; and most ferociously and terribly of all does the wild harry and crush into submission man—man who is the most restless of life, ever in revolt against the dictum that all movement must in the end come to the cessation of movement…

4 They travelled on without speech, saving their breath for the work of their bodies. On every side was the silence, pressing upon them with a tangible presence. It affected their minds as the many atmospheres of deep water affect the body of the diver. It crushed them with the weight of unending vastness and unalterable decree. It crushed them into the remotest recesses of their own minds, pressing out of them, like juices from the grape, all the false ardours and exaltations and undue self-values of the human soul, until they perceived themselves finite and small, specks and motes, moving with weak cunning and little wisdom amidst the play and inter-play of the great blind elements and forces.

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What is the main conflict of this passage?

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Paragraph 1 is which part of the plot?

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Paragraphs 3 and 4 are which part of the plot?

The Angel

1 It was just another perfect day in paradise. The Sun was just beginning to warm the day, and outside the birds were happily chirping along the morning gossip. Looking out my window, I saw a picture perfect postcard: coconut palms in the foreground, silhouetted against a robin’s egg-blue sky. I could hear the ocean quietly roaring in the distance. And I felt a sudden urge to feel the white sand under my feet. I walked outside and strolled down our private road to the beach. I walked out onto the soft, white sand and looked around; I was happy to see there was no one on the beach. I drew a deep, cleansing breath of sea air and looked up into the sky just in time to see a winged man.

2 Yes, a man with wings swooped down and made a perfect landing in front of me. He stood about six feet tall with longish blonde hair and pale blue eyes. He was wearing faded Levis and an a crisp, white tee-shirt. He looked very normal, actually, except for the wings, that is. He was an angel in jeans. His wings were mostly brown with white tips and must have spanned at least eighteen feet across. Before I could begin to recover my senses, he yelled for me to hold on. Crack! There was a blinding flash of light, and I felt my skin ripple. I opened my eyes, and we were sitting in a beautifully furnished office. I felt like I had just gotten off the Space Mountain ride at Disney World. I shook myself in an attempt to clear my head.

3 Where was I? What was going on? I figured I must be dreaming or going insane. Before I could make sense of anything, a door opened on the opposite wall. The school principal walked in and stood next to the angel. She had that look on her face. Oh no, I was in trouble now. Closing my eyes, I put my head down. I couldn’t look her in the face. "Mr. Sanchez? I think you have some explaining to do. Mr. Sanchez? Mr. Sanchez, I’m talking to you. Mr. Sanchez?" she said. I opened my eyes and saw my English teacher standing over my desk. Rubbing my eyes, I looked around for the angel. What? On my desk in front of me was the short story I had been writing. I must have fallen asleep. "Mr. Sanchez, do you need to go see the principal? There will be no napping in this class," my teacher said. "I’m sorry, Ms. Ritter. I’ll finish my story," I said.

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The words chirping and crack in paragraphs 1 and 2 are examples of

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The tone of this passage goes from