Directions: complete the following passage by using the words in the box. Each word can only be used once. Note that there is only one word more than you need.
A. humble B. season C. taste D. legendary E. enterprise F. unexplored G. unattractive H. unfounded I. shelter J. adventures K. comforts |
An Excerpt from The Woods Were Tossing with Jewels
In 1899 when I was five years old and living in Palmetto, Florida, my father decided to take his family through the wilds of the Everglades and have a claim on an offshore island. His purpose was to farm this island but behind this was his wish to give us a 16 of the way he grew up. He had been a cowboy in the Myakka area when he was fifteen years old. These ranchlands overlapped the north end of the Everglades at a time when it was 17 .
His life was a series of 18 . He had lost a father and a brother in the Civil War. His father’s carriage house in Charleston, South Carolina, and his nearby plantation were in the line of Sherman’s march. His widow took her eight-year-old son, my father, and fled to Quincy, Florida. When Papa finished school at the academy there, he went to work as a cowboy on a ranch in Myakka for a friend of his dead father’s. By age thirty, he was a county sheriff, no 19 job in those days, and his territory was wide ranging. The county he served was later split up into six or eight counties.
South Florida was 20 to many because of the mosquitoes, panthers, crocodiles, swamps, and wetlands. But these marks of wild country called to my father like the 21 siren song.
He started building a covered wagon around the fourth of July and we went into the wilderness with him in the fall. We had made our home in Palmetto for a year or so where my mother’s gentle folks, the Harrisons, had settled following the Civil War. Our comfortable two- story frame house on the Manatee River was set about with live oaks, guavas, and long-leafed pine that branched out from the foot of the tree to 22 our cow and provide a roost for the chickens. My grandfather was the town doctor. He doctored the entire county and was paid in eggs and ham and vegetables when they were in 23 . It was an idyllic life, and we lived close to our family and to the 24 and safety a small town could afford. But Papa was a man of 25 ; he realized that the untouched Ten Thousand Islands off the southwest coast of the state were rich in soil for crops and in game for food.