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GRADE 6, 1950s era (1946-1959)
SAMPLE DRAWN BY DPH IN TORONTO 9-10 DEC 2003
1ST EDITED BY DPH 20 dec 2003
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always after seeing all manner of  grand things,  fire if looks long enough. She laughs.
=MICKY not very confident. Can't you see grand dreams and pictures ans all in the fire, too,
mister?
THE =STRANGER gently. Aye, lad  once  I could once.
=JOHN returns, rubbing his hands.
=JOHN. That's a splendid horse you have there. Not many finer
than him in =UpperCanada, I'll be bound.
THE =STRANGER. Aye, he is, a very noble beast; too good indeed
for a born walker like me.
=JOHN. Only a good horseman could ride him, mister. You under.
rate yourself.
=MICKY. the gentleman says I may ride him in the morning. =JOHN. Can you now, =Micky?
You know you couldn't ride a cow. =ANNIE. Now, sir, will you come and sit in? The supper's all
piping hot.
THE =STRANGER. Madam, your hospitality is more than a chance
wayfarer deserves. He sits down.
=JOHN. Now, =Mick, it's high time you and =Mary were in your beds.
Off with you! Give Mother and me a kiss and to bed with you.
=MICKY and =MARY kiss their father and mother, and =MARY turns to the =STRANGER.)
=MARY. Good-night, mister. She waits to be kissed.
=STRANGER after a moment's hesitation, complies.
THE =STRANGER. Good-night, my wee lass, may you never grow to
find your dreams less happy than they are now.
=MICKY holds out his hand.
=MICKY. And  may I ride your horse in the morning, sir? 
THE =STRANGER. Aye, you may, my boy, and good-night.
The children go out, shepherded by =ANNIE.
This is a rare supper, Mr =Waters, for one who is little favored
by luck.
=JOHN. Thank you. He is a little curt.


 and the World
of rolling vapor, but ahead of us dry mountain-side, sand  bare cliffs rose from the sea of mist
right up to a brilliant blue sky,
The aircraft climbed straight up the mountain-side as in an invisible escalator, and although the
equator itself was in sight, we began to have shining snowfields alongside us. Then we glided
between the mountains =Andover a rich alpine plateau clad in spring green, on which we landed
close to the world's most peculiar capital.
Most of =Quito's =150'000 inhabitants are pure or half-breed mountain =Indians, for it was their
forefathers' own capital long before =Columbus and our own race new =America. The city
receives its stamp from ancient monasteries containing art treasures of immeasurable value and
other magnificent buildings dating from =Spanish times, towering over the roofs of low Indian
houses built of bricks of sun-dried clay. A labyrinth of alleys winds between the clay walls, and
these alleys we found swarming with mountain =Indians in red-speckled cloaks and big
homemade hats. Some were going to market with pack donkeys, while others sat hunched up
along the adobe walls dozing in the hot sun. A few motor-cars containing aristocrats of =Spanish
origin in tropical kit succeeded, going at half-speed and hooting ceaselessly, in finding a path
along the one-way alleys among children and donkeys and bare-legged =Indians. The air up here
on the high plateau was of such brilliant crystalline clearness that the, mountains round us
seemed to come into the streets.
Our friend from the, cargo plane, =Jorge, tried to get us transport over the mountains and down
into the jungle to =Quivedo. We met in the evening in an old =Spanish cafe, and =Jorge was full
of bad news; we must just put the idea of going to =Quivedo out of our heads. Neither men nor
vehicle were to be obtained to take us over the mountains, and certainly not down into the jungle
where the rains had begun, and where there was danger of attack if one stuck fast in the mud.
Only last year a party of ten =American oil engineers had been found killed by poisoned arrows
in the eastern part of =Ecuador, where
The knock came at the door. No one moved for a minute. =Penelope could hear the rain beating
on the roof, and the wind sighing in the mulberry tree; she could distinguish through the window
the blacker shadow that the bomb crater made against the other shadows. The little girl wet her
dry lips with her tongue; ever since the enemy had taken the village, no one heard a knock at the
door without a stir of fear in his heart. =Greece belonged to the invaders now, =Greece and all its
people.
Then =Manitza said quietly to Aleko:
"Open the door, my son . Hush, =Paolos! There is nothing to be afraid of."

=Penelope watched her brother =Aleko cross the stone floor to the door. His face was white; it
was as white as the embroidered apron =Penelope wore, and his eyes were very still. There was
the rusty sound of the old bolt being drawn; the creak of the door opening.
=Jannio!" =Penelope heard =Aleko say.

And there was the shepherd's son standing there in the fire-lit room. His clothes made a little
dripping sound on the floor; he was twisting his old worn fez in his hands. =Penelope felt her:.
breath letting out on a little sigh; it was all right; it was not a soldier in an olive-grey uniform. It
was only poor simple Jannio who stood there, he who had been away from the village for, many
months, no one knew where.

"May all your dead become saints!" =Penelope's grandmother said. She was making small
clucking sounds with her tongue. "Come closer to the fire. It is a long time since we have seen
you."
"The good hours be with you," =Jannio said, and his mouth.


Runaway Bull =61 little grassy cup or meadow behind him, out of sight from this angle. The
cows might be there, behind him."
Waddy smiled and shook his head: "I figure you're asking for too much. Even if we only get the
bull back to our ranch, that's worthwhile. After all, he cost us plenty."
"So did the eight cows," =Jordon retorted. "Well, let's go. It's going to be a chore to coax our
horses away up there."
"I'm not going without my horse," =Waddy answered. "I'm not keen on facing that spry bull on
foot, after he's run wild so long. I guess we should have known better tha to turn the dairy herd
loose in that blind canyon in the first place."
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"Maybe not, but we never had a bull like this before, either."
They tied their two pack horses to trees, fastening the strappings on one to reveal a couple of
larg; bundles of oat sheaves. Each man took a fat sheaf under an arm. They turned their saddle
horses towards the steep slope of he timbered ravine.
When lie saw the men disappeared among the spruces, the bull
bugled again. He turned to look t his cows as they cropped the sparse grass sprouted around a
moss-lined spring. The eight cows were thin, for the winner had been long and food scarce. Grass
grew only in the shelter red ravines, where it required hard scraping to pull the deep s ows aside
and lay bare the wispy fodder. The scarcity of foo d forced them to move from one ravine to
another all winter long. Sometimes, on their travels, the snows were shoulder deep and the
danger
of being trapped in the white drifts was a constant threat. Often a stranded cow had called
despairingly for help, the plucky leader plunging
through to break out the trail and urged the straggler to greater effort. When blizzards came, he
ma hailed his family into the screening evergreens for shelter. Huddle together for warmth, they
had to go hungry till the storm slacked off. Only the bull's  had carried his herd alive through  the
long winter. Now spring had come again, calving was over, and the cows.

=Herbert =Pennington and =Jack received. friendly applause. The demonstration was louder and
more pronounced when =Jack rose to take his bow, but he experienced no thrills of pride.
Somehow his uncle's words had taken care of that.
=Herbert was speaking: "I wish to outline briefly what I hope to accomplish should I be elected
to this office. First of all, I hope to put the school paper on a paying basis.
Herbert had definite ideas as to how this could be done. He spoke convincingly and left little
doubt as to his ability to accomplish the aim. He then discussed how the student cooperative
book service would be managed. His ideas were good.
Widespread greeted the closing words but a few boos an catcalls testified to the bitter feeling
=Jack and =Evan had up among the students. =Jack could feel no pride in what he had done. He
ad driven a wedge between two factions in the school.
He heard his name called and a thunderous clamor shook the auditorium. =Jack rose tp his feet
and took his place at the speaker's stand up front. 
"Before I start my speech " he said, "I want to thank everybody who worked for election. They've
worked hard for me without ever asking anything in return and I appreciate it. That's why the
thing I have to say now comes pretty hard.  It would be a mistake to elect me president."
A shocked silence met the announcement. =Evan half-rose in his seat. What was this? If it was
some new plan why hadn't he been informed?
"My whole campaign, continued =Jack, "has been based on personal bitterness. I purposely chose
the biggest group in school and appealed to their prejudice to elect me and defeat the other
candidate. Every vote for me would be a  vote for a divided student body. I've just now
discovered that I don't want future students in this high school to remember me as the originator
of the town-versus-country feud, so please don't vote for me to head the student council."



I saw =Bobby watching us, standing alone along the third-b line. I saw him turn, starting to walk
toward the gate, and I got =Phil's arm. "I promised my Mother, =Phil. Please, =Phil, I didn't want
him to come." =Bobby was way beyond third-base. "He'll go home to my mother and he'll cry,
and then I'll get it. Let him, =Phil, and you know what? I've got some canvas left from what we
bought and I'll paint a knight on a horse and your mother can sew it on your back for president."
He didn't say anything for a minute, and then he held out his hand.
"Give me the dimes," he said. "And keep him out of our way. We don't want any punks ruining
today for us."
"=Bobby!" I yelled for him, and waved my arms over my head. "Come on!" and saw him running
toward us. He ran funny, almost like a girl, with his arms out wide. =Phil =Leeds got everybody
together, collecting the dimes and knotting the money tight in his handkerchief while I walked
out to meet =Bobby.
"Now, listen," I said. "You're going. I told =Phil =Leeds you were coming with us and that's all
there is to it. But stay out of our way. Don't be ruining it for us, you hear?"
"Yes," he said, in that soft low voice. He always talked as if he were ashamed of something.
=Mush =Hanley started singing and we all joined in. Down by the railroad we passed the sausage
factory, and =Zami =Garlick went around to the open doors and came back with six wieners he'd
begged. He ran ahead, holding them up in one hand, until =Phil =Leeds caught him. =Phil took
them, got out his knife and cut them up, one piece for each.
Everybody was crowded around =Phil, and he passed out the pieces. I got mine and waited until
there was one piece left. The rest of the fellows were up ahead, starting across the bridge leading
to downtown. =Bobby was behind me, waiting, and =Phil =Leeds looked at the piece of wiener
in his hand.
"I forgot," he said.



and men, and putting their operations under numerous handicaps and restrictions which were
cheerfully accepted.
=Moroney's plan was to drill two relief wells, starting each of them about =700 feet away from
the 
=No3 hole. They were to be drilled straight down for half a mile. Then each would be bent at an
angle toward =No3 and drilled another half mile. The idea was that the relief wells should meet
=Atlantic =No3 at, or near, the point where it entered the oil-bearing formation. Then material
could be pumped down the relief holes to seal up =No3.
It was about as simple as finding a needle in a haystack with a pair of tongs, in the dark.
"Directional" drilling - bending the well at an angle - is simple enough in principle. When the
drillers reach the point where they want deflection to begin, they send down a tool called a
whip stock, which is a piece of steel shaped like a stick of celery. The whip stock turns the bit in
the desired direction, and that's all there is to it-except that the ordinary difficulties of drilling are
approximately tripled. Things go wrong about three times as often; the drill gets stuck, or comes
apart, and it is necessary to spend days or weeks fishing for the loose end of it.
Atlantic =No3 was drilled in six weeks. To bring the two relief wells to precisely the same depth
took just under four months.
But the real problem was not how, it was where to drill the relief wells. Nobody knew exactly
where the bottom of Atlantic =No3 was located.  no directional survey had been taken. In theory,
any ordinary oil well goes straight down; in practice, most of them twist off at a slight angle. The
bottom of =Atlantic =No3 might be anywhere in a twenty-five to fifty-foot radius around the
plumb line from the well-head.
=Moroney got all the data from surrounding wells. There are a dozen derricks within sight of
=No3.  Imperial's own =No48 is only =300 yards away and on a good many of these wells careful
directional surveys had been taken.


winter and had entered =Duluth harbor before the end of March.. They had loaded the earliest
cargoes in the history of the Lakes, to begin a season that must be the biggest, fastest, most
efficient in all the seasons of the trade.
"I don't want company," Captain =Carling declared. "I want to be the first ship through this ice."
While Mr =Paisley stared over the desolate flats he finished =TomCarling's thoughts in his own
mind  and the first ship through the =Soo, and the first ship down the rivers, bringing the first
cargo to =Hamilton's docks.
He turned his lined face, weathered by forty seasons on the Lakes, to watch the tall scowling
figure on the bridge wing. =TomCarling was the youngest captain in the fleets, making his first
trip as master. But that wasn't enough for him. He wanted to begin his command with triumph.
He wanted to hang up a record on his. first trip, to lead the parade down the sea lanes and hear
the whistles roaring to him as he took the first ship through the rivers. Mr =Paisley watched him.
the restless dark eyes under the visored cap, the aggressive thrust of his shoulders, the stubborn
mouth, the staight hard line of his jaw. And he thought, He'll probably do it, too.
With her engines groaning and smoke pouring over her counter, the =Algonquin labored on.
Slowly she closed the gap that separated her from a tugboat smashing at the drift. But on her
starboard beam another big ship crept in, fighting to gain a position in the tugboat's wake.
Captain =Carling didn't need to puzzle over the name =Ottawa, half obscured in the ice that
sheathed her bow. He knew her too well. He smiled grimly, seeing his smoke blowing across that
space of ice. He had the wind on his side. Now she was near enough to see the men slipping on
her long, ice-coated deck, and the muffled captain, with the frost white on his bearded face,
pacing her bridge wing.
As the vessels drew together, the =Ottawa's captain raised a megaphone, "Out of the way, Mister!
Keep off there! When are you going to learn to handle a ship?"


boyhood was not all mischief and laughter and the playing of games,: although both work and
play were to him the best of fun. When he looked back, he always said that three wonderful
things came to him while he was a boy at this School. He thought their coming the most
important happening in his life. The three things were, a man, an instrument, and a book. The
Reverend =WAJohnson, who was the first warden of this School, was one of those men who had
a genius for teaching, especially for teaching the things he liked to the boys he liked. He loved
books, and above all was interested in the wonders of the world around him -in the way of a bird
in the air, in the beauty of a flower in the woodland, in the delicate tracery of the moss on the
stone. He was one of those pilgrims of whom the first great =English poet said "gladly would he
learn and gladly teach". A glad teacher likes to meet no one so much as a glad learner, and a glad
learner welcomes nobody more than a glad teacher. And so Father =Johnson became =Osler's
friend, teacher and hero. He gave him his first microscope. What =Osler saw through that
microscope brought near to him many hidden horizons and opened up a wonderland that awaits
everyone with eyes to see. =Johnson also first introduced =Osler to a famous old book, Sir
=ThomasBrowne's, =ReligioMedici, "The =Religion of a =Doctor". The =English in which it is
written is almost the most stately music which has. ever been fashioned from the words of our
tongue. It is a difficult book and a scholar's book. It must have been an extraordinary man who
could interest a boy in that book. It must have been an extraordinary boy who . was- fascinated
by its language and its teaching. Nevertheless; that miracle happened in this School, and when
=Osler left for the University of =Toronto, his boyish plan became a man's purpose. He made up
his mind to become a scientist, a doctor,  and a teacher.
During =Osler's time at this School, and after that at =Toronto, another. great teacher, a visitor to
=Trinity College School and a Professor at =Trinity College, =JamesBovell, brought his
wonderful


account to, leave my hiding-place behind the packing-cases in any circumstances whatever, and I
accordingly remained there in great anxiety. Presently it became clear that the worst had not
happened. The sounds of voices and presently of laughter came from the office. Evidently a
conversation, amicable, sociable in its character, was in progress. At last the voices died away,
and then after an interval my door was opened and Mr =Howard's pale, somber face appeared
suffused by a broad grin. He relocked the door behind him and walked delicately towards me,
evidently in high glee.
"The Field Cornet has been here," he said. "No, he was not looking for you. He says they caught
you at =WatervalBoven yesterday. But I didn't want him messing about, so I challenged him to a
rifle match at bottles. He won two pounds off me and has gone away delighted."
"It is all fixed up for to-night," he added.
"What do I do?" I asked.
"Nothing. You simply follow me when I come for you."
At two o'clock on the morning of the =19th I awaited, fully dressed, the signal. The door opened.
My host appeared. He beckoned. Not a word was spoken on either side. He led the way through
the front office to the siding where three large bogie trucks stood. Three figures, evidently
Dewsnap and the miners, were strolling about in different directions in the moonlight. A gang of
=Kaffirs were busy lifting an enormous bale into the rearmost truck. =Howard strolled along to
the first truck and walked across the line past the end of it. As he did so he pointed with his left
hand. I nipped on to the buffers and saw before me a hole between the wool bales and the end of
the truck, just wide enough to squeeze into. From this there led a narrow tunnel formed of wool
bales into the center of the truck. Here was a space wide enough to lie in, high enough to sit up
in. In this I took up my abode.
Three or four hours later, when gleams of daylight had reached me through the interstices of my
shelter, and through


out of your boots. It beat that big lumpy sea down flat-flat as a floor-in ten minutes, tearing off
the tops and whipping the water away in spray. It was like a northeast blizzard back home, only
blowing three times as hard, and spray flying thick instead of snow. You couldn't see forward
from aft. The brigantine lay over to it, further and further, till the fore yard-arms were in the
water and we thought it was all up with us.
=Bob opened the companion and yelled for =Linda to come on deck. Up she came, white, but
clear grit for all that, a  real =Bluenose girl. He put a lashing on the binnacle and slipped the loop
over her shoulders. She had an oil coat on but no hat, and her long chestnut hair blew out of the
combs and streamed out like a banner. She didn't take her eyes off =Bob. He yelled in my ear,
"Get a couple of axes. We'll cut the deck-load away!" So I fetched up a sharp axe for each of us.
=Bob wouldn't trust the job to anyone else and Linda cried out "No, =Bob! No!" when she saw
what we were going to do. He thought she was worrying about the old man's prize lumber, but
=Bob was the only thing in her mind, then or after. He gave his head an angry shake.
You couldn't stand up in that wind without support, and you couldn't swing an axe, for the wind
would have taken it out of your hands. We had to crawl on our bellies, hanging on any way we
could, till we got to the rope lanyards that bound the wire end together. We begun amidships;
=Bob was to cut forward and I was to cut aft. That give us a chance to jump clear afore the
boards begun to go. It took a long time, sawing the axe blades back and forth across the lanyards
till they let go. When my last lashing was cut I jumped for the life-line on the half-deck, and saw
=Bob crouching' against the =fosci'sle, watching' the boards go.
That was a sight! The wind lifted them in tiers of ten or twelve, the way you would flip a few
cards off a pack, and they went sailing' over the lee fore braces, high in the air, and vanished in
the smother to =loo'ard. The lower tiers didn't go so fast, for the vessel was coming up as the
weight went off her port side. 


 "I'm afraid. not," he returned still more apologetically.  "Well, well, I'm sorry I have come
where I shouldn't,. but when one is on one's first sea voyage one likes to look about." "Of
course." The steward spoke deferentially. "It's quite natural, and I'm very sorry indeed. "It's your
duty," she interrupted and turned back toward the stairs.
The steward assisted her down them and, returning, met =john and =Tim on the lead. They were
waiting for =Jean. "Did you see that old lady?" asked the steward. "Yes, answered =John,
without interest. "Well, she's one of the =Mount-Dyce-Mounts." "One of the
=Mount-Dyce-Mounts!" echoed =John unbelievingly. "Yes, and it's her first trip. She's going out
to see a daughter in-law in =BritishColumbia. Traveling alone. I hated terribly to turn her back
off this deck. But I couldn't help it. She's lovely old lady, she is indeed."
"And a =Mount-Dyce-Mount!" exclaimed =John, and forgetting all, about =Jean, he hurried
down the steps, dragging =Tim after him, and went up to where the old lady had settled herself in
her chair.
=John introduced himself with a charming air to old Mrs =Mount-Dyce-Mount, and begged her
to let him know if he could be of the slightest service to her.
She thanked him kindly and was interested in =Tim. She patted her lap and he sprang onto it. His
nostrils quivered over the stuff of her dress. Then he looked long and earnestly into her face. He
swiftly touched her cheek with his tongue. He gave a joyous bark. It seemed too good to be true.
He had found another old lady!
 He saw a good deal of her, though not half as much as he desired. =John took him to the
=Tourist deck to call on her twice every day. If =John went without him she asked at once for the
little dog. When =John, knowing that =Jean was waiting impatiently for.

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