Part A How does the narrator of “A Cub Pilot” initially feel about his own abilities?

He is very confident in his overall ability to pilot a steamboat.

He thinks that he knows the river better than any of the pilots do.

He feels that he needs more supervision than he receives.

He is sometimes worried that he will misjudge the river’s depth.
Question 2
Part B

Which statement from “A Cub Pilot” best supports the answer in Part A?

“If anybody had questioned my ability to run any crossing between Cairo and New Orleans without help or instruction, I should have felt irreparably hurt.”

“All [Mr. Bixby] ever did was to take the wheel on particularly bad nights or in particularly bad crossings . . . and collect the wages.”

“My imagination began to construct dangers out of nothing, and they multiplied faster than I could keep the run of them.”

“Judgment is a matter of brains, and a man must start with a good stock of that article, or he will never succeed as a pilot.”

Historical fiction is concerned with depicting historical figures and events in a new light. in this excerpt from arthur conan doyle's "the contest," which two sentences most clearly describe historical elements? policles sprang readily to his feet at the challenge, and the great company making way for him to pass, he found himself a minute later standing in his unkempt garb, with his frayed and weather-beaten harp in his hand, before the expectant crowd. he stood for a moment tightening a string here and slackening another there until his chords rang true. then, amid a murmur of laughter and jeers from the roman benches immediately before him, he began to sing. he had prepared no composition, but he had trained himself to improvise, singing out of his heart for the joy of the music. he told of the land of elis, beloved of jupiter, in which they were gathered that day, of the great bare mountain slopes, of the swift shadows of the clouds, of the winding blue river, of the keen air of the uplands, of the chill of the evenings, and the beauties of earth and sky. it was all simple and childlike, but it went to the hearts of the olympians, for it spoke of the land which they knew and loved. yet when he at last dropped his hand, few of them dared to applaud, and their feeble voices were drowned by a storm of hisses and groans from his opponents. he shrank back in horror from so unusual a reception, and in an instant his blue-clad rival was in his place. if he had sung badly before, his performance now was inconceivable. his screams, his grunts, his discords, and harsh jarring cacophonies were an outrage to the very name of music.