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- Discuss pg. 138, 1-4
Traveling through the DarkTraveling through the dark I found a deerdead on the edge of the Wilson River road.It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the carand stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing;she had stiffened already, almost cold.I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.My fingers touching her side brought me the reason—her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting,alive, still, never to be born.Beside that mountain road I hesitated.The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights;under the hood purred the steady engine.I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red;around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.I thought hard for us all—my only swerving—,then pushed her over the edge into the river.
- READ & NOTES: Pages 138-146
- WRITING: Exercises on page 138 (Activity in blue box), 146 (1-6)
- independent reading assignment 2 due Monday, December 3rd
- Assignment: Write a Sonnet due Friday, November 30
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