Read the excerpt from an adaptation of "To Build a Fire.” But he was safe. There was the fire, snapping and crackling and promising life with every dancing flame. He remembered the old-timer on Sulphur Creek who had warned him that no man must travel alone in the Klondike after fifty below. Yet here he was; he had had the accident; he was alone; and he had saved himself. Those old-timers were rather womanish, he thought, smiling to himself.

What is the best prediction, based on the details of this excerpt?

The man will forget how to build a fire.
The man will form a group with other travelers.
The man will be recognized for his superior survival skills.
The man will realize the wisdom of the old-timer’s warning.

Which analysis best explains the effect of adding the female character in the film adaptation of the scene? ger. and tom al a o she advances the plot. having her run through the jungle moves the events of the story along. she serves a practical function. using her bracelet to create the trap makes it more realistic to the audience she raises the stakes. giving the audience someone else to care about increases the suspense level, she makes the film prettier. having a beautiful female character is mostly decorative, creating a nice visual, tness, here, again

3. how could the following sentence be rewritten as an exclamatory sentence? how dangerous was the saber-toothed tiger? a. tell someone how dangerous the saber-toothed tiger was. b. the saber-toothed tiger was dangerous. c. the saber-toothed tiger was dangerous! d. no change is necessary. c. the saber-toothed tiger was dangerous!

What is the effect of narrator's word choice on the tone of this passage? the words "my heart shrank within itself" create a fearful tone. the words "wounded his fellow" develop a remorseful tone. the words "struck harsh upon my ears" suggest an irritated tone. the words "better-omened" set a hopeful tone. excerpt from "the cabuliwallah" by rabindranath tagore i was sitting in my study, looking through the accounts, when some one entered, saluting respectfully, and stood before me. it was rahmun the cabuliwallah. at first i did not recognise him. he had no bag, nor the long hair, nor the same vigour that he used to have. but he smiled, and i knew him again. "when did you come, rahmun? " i asked him. "last evening," he said, "i was released from jail." the words struck harsh upon my ears. i had never before talked with one who had wounded his fellow, and my heart shrank within itself when i realised this; for i felt that the day would have been better-omened had he not turned up.