My Trip To Georgia-Personal Narrative

“When nature calls you, answer.” Ever since I was very young, nature has always called me to enjoy her peaceful benefits. Growing up on a lake, I was fortunate to be on the doorstep of so many sights and sounds of the wild. When I turned twelve, I experienced duck hunting for the first time. There is something so calming about listening to the birds chirping at first light and hearing the many voices of the eager wood ducks getting ready to fly. I was taught to cast a fishing line and how to handle a 12 gauge shotgun by my father and my Uncle Joe.

The only things you can hear are the sounds of nature and animals. I had about a one hundred yard walk to my duck blind through the thick iced over water. With every step I took, the ice made a loud crushing sound. It was way below freezing and the water that slashed up under the ice chilled my hands. Once I got to the duck blind, I decided to take a seat and try to warm up.

He would eat bugs and rats for breakfast and lunch, and if he was lucky to kill a bird or rabbit he had something for dinner. He lived under a rock overhang and only had buffalo skin for protection from the sun’s heat in the morning and the cold at night. William would hunt for food, sleep, hunt, then sleep again. Day and night that’s all William would do. Once in a while he would stare at the Devil’s Tower wondering and pondering on what is beyond that area.

While playing with her cow, Sylvia “only laughed when she came upon Mistress Moolly at the swampside, and urged her affectionately homeward with a twig of birch leaves” (196). As Mrs. Tilley and the hunter discuss about birds, the hunter replies, “Oh no, they’re stuffed and preserved, dozens and dozens of them...and I have shot or snared every one myself” (199). Then the hunter makes a deal that he “ would give ten dollars to anybody as to find that heron’s nest...and [he means] to spend my whole vacation hunting for it if need be” (199). While wandering in the woods with the hunter, Sylvia “ could not understand why [the hunter] killed the very birds he seemed to like so much” (199). Sylvia’s relationship with her cow demonstrates her love of nature since her isolation taught her to appreciate it.

Capote states later on page 12 that “the Clutters had no neighbors within a half a mile.” He continues to help the reader visualize where the story is taken place. While I was reading, I visualized a small farm in the middle of a field that was in a town that everyone knew everyone. I believe Capote wanted us to know that so we could understand why there were no witness to what he was about to describe. “At the time not a soul was sleeping Holcomb heard them- four shotgun

I was taking a midnight stroll enjoying the absence of red chief. In addition, at night the old town looked peaceful, especially with reed chier gone. I was as happy as a cat with a can of tuna. As i turned down the road where red chief used to live, I saw the worst thing i could possibly imagine, red chief himself on the porch to his father’s house. His father was standing at the open door with two men standing in front of him.

My dad stops after each ditch and plans out how he is going to get around the next one without his car slipping into it. As he goes down this road we are bumping up and down constantly, especially when he hits a small ditch. That road ends right at our favorite fishing spot. It is called “The Backwaters of Crooked Creek” or at least that is all I know it as. When we get off that road my dad parks his car next to the woods and we both get out.

While Chris was adventuring out in the turran, the the river he crossed to get to the trailer (where he lives) started to get higher and was fericing flowing with water, making it impossible to cross. Chris started to run out of food and realized his simplicity might be the death of him, however, he did have a shotgun and a edible plants book and was able to carry on with eating meat he caught and plants he found. Sadly, even though Chris had a book of what not to eat and what to eat, he ‘misstepped’ and ate the wrong plant. A plant he thought was edible was actually a plant that would make it impossible for him to digest anything, furthing leading him to starve to death. Chris and the man were both simple men that travel into the

Mandie Morin Out of shape and out of breath, I stumbled through the overgrown grass. The trail I was struggling with never seemed to tire me as a child. Justifiably, I didn’t work twelve hours a day at an office job at nine years old. With pebbles in my shoes, I was headed to my late Uncle Jeff’s camp. I spent all of my childhood summers splashing in the river, painting several pictures of trees, and being eaten by mosquitos at that camp.

They take him to a cave, with a plan to be nice to him. Bill and the child play a game where the kid plays an indian, awarding him the nickname of Red Chief. On the second Sam goes outside to see if anyone was looking for the child, were O. Henry writes “But what I saw was a peaceful landscape dotted with one man ploughing with a dun mule. Nobody was dragging the creek; no couriers dashed hither and yon, bringing tidings of no news to the distracted parents. ” This is a great example of situation irony that really makes the story into what it is now.