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then, many of the people were captured for slavery. the ones that could fly shed their wings. they couldn’t take their wings across the water on the slave ships. too crowded, don’t you know.

the folks were full of misery, then. got sick with the up and down of the sea. so they forgot about flyin when they could no longer breathe the sweet scent of africa.

say the people who could fly kept their power, although they shed their wings. they kept their secret magic in the land of slavery. they looked the same as the other people from africa who had been coming over, who had dark skin. say you couldn’t tell anymore one who could fly from one who couldn’t.

after reviewing the passage from “the people could fly,” write two to four sentences explaining which details are factual and which are fictional.

They say the people could fly. Say that long ago in Africa, some of the people knew magic. And

they would walk up on the air like climbin’ up on a gate. And they flew like blackbirds over the

fields. Black, shiny wings flappin’ against the blue up there.

Then, many of the people were captured for Slavery. The ones that could fly shed their wings.

They couldn’t take their wings across the water on slave ships. Too crowded, don’t you know.

The folks were full of misery, then. Got sick with the up and down of the sea. So they forgot about

flyin’ when they could no longer breathe the sweet scent of Africa.

Say the people who could fly kept their power, although they shed their wings. They looked the

same as the other people from Africa who had been coming over, who had dark skin. Say you

couldn’t tell anymore one who could fly from one who couldn’t.

One such who could was an old man, call him Toby. And standin’ tall, yet afraid, was a young

woman who once had wings. Call her Sarah. Now Sarah carried a babe tied to her back. She

trembled to be so hard worked and scorned.

The slaves labored in the fields from sunup to sundown. The owner of the slaves callin’ himself

their Master. Say he was a hard lump of clay. A hard, glinty coal. A hard rock pile, wouldn’t be

moved. His Overseer on horseback pointed out the slaves who were slowin’ down. So the one

called Driver cracked his whip over the slow ones to make them move faster. That whip was a

slice-open cut of pain. So they did move faster. Had to.

Sarah hoed and chopped the row as the babe on her back slept.

Say the child grew hungry. That babe started up bawling too loud. Sarah couldn’t stop to feed

it. Couldn’t stop to soothe and quiet it down. She let it cry. She didn’t want to. She had no heart

to croon to it.

“Keep that thing quiet,” called the Overseer. He pointed his finger at the babe. The woman

scrunched low. The Driver cracked his ship across the babe anyhow. The babe hollered like any

hurt child, and the woman fell to the earth.

The old man that was there, Toby, came and helped her to her feet.

“I must go soon,” she told him.

“Soon,” he said.

Sarah couldn’t stand up straight any longer. She was too weak. The sun burned her face. The

babe cried and cried, “Pity me, oh, pity me,” say it sounded like. Sarah was so sad and starvin’,

she sat down in the row.

“Get up, you black cow,” called the Overseer. He pointed his hand, and the Driver’s whip

snarled around Sarah’s legs. Her sack dress tore into rags. Her legs bled onto the earth. She

couldn’t get up.

Toby was there where there was no one to help her and the babe.

Hope this helps :)

QuezoMartiinez

that is literally a whole assignment and i'm not sure anyone in their right mind or even wrong mind is going to do an entire assignment for someone just for 100 points on a website. sorry to tell you like

don't enter the room

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or you can just ask him to move away from his house