Background Between the 1600s and 1800s, millions of Africans
were taken forcibly to the Americas as enslaved people. Their
labor spurred the growth of large-scale farming in the colonies.
Despite the hardships of oppression, these people nurtured a
strong sense of tradition, passing stories from generation to
generation. Virginia Hamilton (1934–2002) grew up
listening to such stories. As an adult, she put many of them into writing and wrote a number of her own books about African American history and culture. |
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Folk Tale by Virginia Hamilton
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SETTING A PURPOSE As you read, think about what this
folk tale says about the importance of hope in the lives of
oppressed people.
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 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
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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.
One such who could was an old man, call him Toby. And 20 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 Overseer1 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 30 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 whip across the babe anyhow. The babe hollered 40 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 50 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. 1 Overseer (∫ ́v∂r-s∏ ́∂r): a person who directs the work of others; a supervisor. During the time of slavery, the overseer was usually a white man.
croon
(kr◊n) v. When someone croons, that person hums or sings softly.
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“Now, before it’s too late,” panted Sarah. “Now, Father!”
“Yes, Daughter, the time is come,” Toby answered. “Go, as you know how to go!” He raised his arms, holding them out to her. “Kum . . . yali, kum buba tambe,” and more magic words, said so quickly, 60 they sounded like whispers and sighs. The young woman lifted one foot on the air. Then the other. She flew clumsily at first, with the child now held tightly in her arms. Then she felt the magic, the African mystery. Say she rose just as free as a bird. As light as a feather. The Overseer rode after her, hollerin’. Sarah flew over the fences. She flew over the woods. Tall trees could not snag her. Nor could the Overseer. She flew like an eagle now, snag until she was gone from sight. No one dared speak about it. Couldn’t believe it. But it was, because they that was there 70 saw that it was. unexpectedly. Say the next day was dead hot in the fields. A young man slave fell from the heat. The Driver come and whipped him. Toby come over and spoke words to the fallen one. The words of ancient Africa once heard are never remembered completely. The young man forgot them as soon as he heard them. They went way inside him. He got up and rolled over on the air. He rode it awhile. And he flew away.
(sn√g) v. If you snag
something, you
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She flew clumsily at first,
with the child now held tightly in her arms.
Another and another fell from the heat. Toby was there. He
cried out to the fallen and reached his arms out to them. “Kum 80 kunka yali, kum . . . tambe!” Whispers and sighs. And they too rose on the air. They rode the hot breezes. The ones flyin’ were black and shinin’ sticks, wheelin’ above the head of the Overseer. They crossed the rows, the fields, the fences, the streams, and were away. “Seize the old man!” cried the Overseer. “I heard him say the magic words. Seize him!” The one callin’ himself Master come runnin’. The Driver got his whip ready to curl around old Toby and tie him up. The slave owner took his hip gun from its place. He meant to 90 kill old black Toby. But Toby just laughed. Say he threw back his head and said, “Hee, hee! Don’t you know who I am? Don’t you know some of us in this field?” He said it to their faces. “We are ones who fly!” And he sighed the ancient words that were a dark promise. He said them all around to the others in the field under the whip, “. . . buba yali . . . buba tambe . . .” There was a great outcryin’. The bent backs straighted up. Old and young who were called slaves and could fly joined 100 hands. Say like they would ring-sing. But they didn’t shuffle in a circle. They didn’t sing. They rose on the air. They flew in a flock that was black against the heavenly blue. Black crows or black shadows. It didn’t matter, they went so high. Way above the plantation, way over the slavery land. Say they flew away to Free-dom. And the old man, old Toby, flew behind them, takin’ care of them. He wasn’t cryin’. He wasn’t laughin’. He was the seer. His gaze fell on the plantation where the slaves who could not fly waited.
shuffle
(sh≠f ́∂l) v. When you shuffle, you move with short sliding steps. plantation (pl√n-t∑ ́sh∂n) n. A plantation is a large farm or estate on which crops are raised.
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“Take us with you!” Their looks spoke it, but they were
afraid to shout it. Toby couldn’t take them with him. Hadn’t
the time to teach them to fly. They must wait for a chance
to run.
“Goodie-bye!” the old man called Toby spoke to them, poor souls! And he was flyin’ gone. So they say. The Overseer told it. The one called Master said it was a lie, a trick of the light. The Driver kept his mouth shut. The slaves who could not fly told about the people who could fly to their children. When they were free. When they sat close before the fire in the free land, they told it. They did so love firelight and Free-dom, and tellin’. They say that the children of the ones who could not fly told their children. And now, me, I have told it to you.
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COLLABORATIVEDISCUSSION Sarah,Toby,andtheothershold
onto hope in the most difficult of circumstances. With a partner,
discuss what this folk tale says about the nature of hope.
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Analyze Story Elements: Folk Tales
Folk tales are stories passed down by word of mouth from generation to generation. “The People Could Fly” is a folk tale that would have been around a long time as an oral tradition before it was finally recorded. Folk tales can vary from culture to culture, but often have these elements: supernaturaleventssetinthedistantpast
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ELA RL.7.2, RL.7.3, RL.7.4, RL.7.10,
SL.7.6 ELD PI.7.6, PI.7.8, PI.7.9,
PI.7.10
Cite Text Evidence Support your responses with evidence from the text.
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Interpret Folk tales often feature lessons that are important to a culture
or group of people. What is the lesson of this folk tale? How would
enslaved Africans have perceived the lesson as being important?
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Summarize Early in the folk tale, the narrator says, “The folks were full
of misery, then.” Review the first half of the tale to find details about the conditions under which the slaves lived. Then in your own words, describe these conditions.
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Summarize Fill out a story map for“The People Could Fly.” Use your
completed map to summarize the plot of the folk tale. Compare your
summary with that of a classmate.
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Analyze Reread lines 1–10 to identify examples of dialect. What effect
does the use of dialect achieve at the beginning of the story?
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Analyze Reread lines 23–30. What is the Master compared to? What
is the whip compared to? Why might the author have included these
figurative comparisons?
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Analyze Theme Reread lines 98–105. What theme is expressed in this
paragraph?
PERFORMANCE TASK
Speaking Activity: Dramatic Reading With a small group, do a dramatic reading of “The People Could Fly,” using the text of the folk tale as a script. Follow these tips for preparing and performing:
Speaking Activity: Dramatic Reading With a small group, do a dramatic reading of “The People Could Fly,” using the text of the folk tale as a script. Follow these tips for preparing and performing:
Rehearse the reading several times.
Make sure your voices fit the
personalities of the characters you
portray.
Deliver lines with the appropriate
emotion.
Keepinmindhowthetalebegins
somberly but builds in intensity.
personalities of the characters you
portray.
Deliver lines with the appropriate
emotion.
Keepinmindhowthetalebegins
somberly but builds in intensity.
from Flesh & Blood So Cheap
by Albert Marrin
The Triangle Waist Company occupied the top three floors of the Asch Building. On the eighth floor, forty cutters,1 all men, worked at long wooden tables. Nearby, about a hundred women did basting2 and other tasks. Paper patterns hung from lines of string over the tables. Although cutters wasted as little fabric as possible, there were always scraps, which they threw into bins under the tables. Every two months or so, a rag dealer took away about a ton of scraps, paying about seven cents a pound. He then sold them back 10 to cotton mills to remake into new cloth. The last pickup was in January. On March 25, the cutters prepared for their next day’s work. Since it was Saturday, everyone would leave early, at 4:45 p.m. Workers from other firms had already left; Triangle employees had to stay longer to fill back orders. Carefully, cutters spread “lawn” (from the French word lingerie) on their tables 120 layers thick. Lawn was not just any cotton fabric. Sheer and lightweight, it was beautiful and comfortable—and burned as easily as gasoline. Each layer was separated from the 20 others by a sheet of equally flammable tissue paper. After cutting, the various pieces would go by freight elevator to the ninth floor for sewing and finishing. There, eight rows of sewing machine tables, holding 288 machines in all, occupied the entire width of the room. Only a narrow aisle separated one row from another; the tables were so close together that chairs touched back to back between the rows. From time to time, workers would take the finished shirtwaists3 to the tenth floor for inspection, packing, and shipping. This floor also held the showroom and 30 owners’ offices. By 4:40 p.m., the cutters had finished their work. With five minutes to go, they stood around, talking until the quitting bell rang. Although it was against the rules, some lit cigarettes, hiding the smoke by blowing it up their jacket sleeves. On the floor above, workers had begun to walk toward the lockers to 1 cutters: people who cut cloth in a clothing factory. 2 basting: stitching. 3 shirtwaists: women’s blouses that resemble men’s shirts.
flammable
(fl√m ́∂-b∂l) adj. If something is flammable, it is easy for it to catch on fire and burn.
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get their coats and hats. They looked forward to Sunday and
family visits, boyfriends, dances, and nickelodeons.4 Although
they had no inkling of what was about to happen, many had
only minutes to live.
40 We will never know for sure what started the Triangle Fire. Most likely, a cutter flicked a hot ash or tossed a live cigarette butt into a scrap bin. Whatever the cause, survivors said the first sign of trouble was smoke pouring from beneath a cutting table. Cutters flung buckets of water at the smoking spot, without effect. Flames shot up, igniting the line of hanging paper patterns. “They began to fall on the layers of thin goods underneath them,” recalled cutter Max Rothen. “Every time another piece dropped, light scraps of burning fabric began to 50 fly around the room. They came down on the other tables and they fell on the machines. Then the line broke and the whole string of burning patterns fell down.” A foreman ran for the hose on the stairway wall. Nothing! No water came. The hose had not been connected to the standpipe.5 Seconds later, the fire leaped out of control. Yet help was already on the way. At exactly 4:45 p.m., someone pulled the eighth-floor fire alarm. In less than two minutes, the horse-drawn vehicles of Engine Company 72 arrived from a firehouse six blocks away. The moment 60 they arrived, the firefighters unloaded their equipment and prepared to swing into action. As they did, the area pumping station raised water pressure in the hydrants near the Asch Building. Other units soon arrived from across the Lower East Side with more equipment. Meanwhile, workers on the eighth floor rang furiously for the two passenger elevators. Safety experts have always advised against using elevators in a fire. Heat can easily damage their machinery, leaving trapped passengers dangling in space, to burn or suffocate. Despite the danger, the 70 operators made several trips, saving scores of workers before heat bent the elevators’ tracks and put them out of action. Those who could not board elevators rushed the stairway door. They caused a pileup, so that those in front could not open the door. Whenever someone tried to get it open, the crowd pinned her against it. “All the girls were falling on me
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and they squeezed me to the door,” Ida Willensky recalled.
“Three times I said to the girls, ‘Please, girls, let me open
the door. Please!’ But they would not listen to me.” Finally, cutter Louis Brown barged through the crowd and forced the 80 door open. Workers, shouting, crying, and gasping for air, slowly made their way downstairs. There were no lights in the stairway, so they had to grope their way in darkness. A girl fell; others fell on top of her, blocking the stairs until firefighters arrived moments later. Yet everyone who took the strairway from the eighth floor got out alive, exiting through the Washington Place doors. Those on the ninth floor were not so lucky. New Yorkers say that March comes in like a lion (with 90 cold wind) and leaves like a lamb (with April’s warm showers). Now, as fire raged on the eighth floor, the elevator shafts became wind tunnels. Wind gusts made eerie sounds, like the howling of great beasts in pain, while sucking flaming embers upward. On the ninth floor, embers landed on piles of finished shirtwaists and cans of oil used to make the sewing machines run smoothly. Instantly, the air itself seemed to catch fire. Had there been fire drills, surely more would have survived. Unfortunately, confusion reigned. Workers had to make life-and-death decisions in split seconds amid fire, 100 smoke, and panic. It was everyone for themselves. “I was throwing them out of the way,” Mary Bucelli said of the women near her. “No matter whether they were in front of me or coming from in back of me, I was pushing them down. I was only looking out for my own life.” Mary joined others who ran to the Greene Street stairway. They made it down to the street or up to the tenth floor and the roof, before flames blocked this escape route. Others headed for the elevators and stairway on the Washington Place side of the building. Forcing open the 110 doors to the elevator shaft, they looked down and saw an elevator starting what would be its last trip from the eighth floor. “I reached out and grabbed the cables, wrapped my legs around them, and started to slide down,” recalled Samuel Levine, a sewing machine operator. “While on my way down, as slow as I could let myself drop, the bodies of six girls went falling past me. One of them struck me, and I fell on top of the elevator. I fell on the dead body of a girl. Finally I heard
reign
(r∑n) v. If some things reign over something else, it means they dominate it.
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the firemen cutting their way into the elevator shaft, and they came and let me out.” Those who reached the ninth-floor stairway door found it locked. This was not unusual, as employers often locked doors to discourage latecomers and keep out union organizers. “My God, I am lost!” cried Margaret Schwartz as her hair caught fire. Nobody who went to that door survived, nor any who reached the windows. With a wave of fire rolling across the room, workers rushed to the windows, only to meet more fire. Hot air expands. Unless it escapes, pressure will keep building, eventually blowing a hole even in a heavy iron container like a boiler. Heat and pressure blew out the eighth-floor windows. Firefighters call the result “lapping in”—that is, sucking flames into open windows above. That is why you see black scorch marks on the wall above the window of a burnt-out room. With fire advancing from behind and flames rising before them, people knew they were doomed. Whatever they did meant certain death. By remaining in the room, they chose death by fire or suffocation. Jumping ninety-five feet to the ground meant death on the sidewalk. We cannot know what passed through the minds of those who decided to jump. Yet
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their thinking, in those last moments of life, may have gone
like this: If I jump, my family will have a body to identify and
bury, but if I stay in this room, there will be nothing left.
A girl clung to a window frame until flames from the eighth floor lapped in, burning her face and setting fire to her hair and clothing. She let go. Just then, Frances Perkins reached the scene from her friend’s town house on the north side of Washington Square. “Here they come,” onlookers shouted as Engine Company 72 reined in their horses. “Don’t 150 jump; stay there.” Seconds later, Hook and Ladder Company 20 arrived. Firefighters charged into the building, stretching a hose up the stairways as they went. At the sixth-floor landing, they connected it to the standpipe. Reaching the eighth floor, they crawled into the inferno on their bellies, under the rising smoke, with their hose. Yet nothing they did could save those at the windows. Photos of the portable towers show streams of water playing on the three top floors. (A modern high- pressure pumper can send water as high as one thousand feet.) 160 Plenty of water got through the windows, but not those with people standing in them. A burst of water under high pressure would have hurled them backward, into the flames. Hoping to catch jumpers before they hit the ground, firefighters held up life nets, sturdy ten-foot-square nets made of rope. It was useless. A person falling from the ninth floor struck with a force equal to eleven thousand pounds. Some jumpers bounced off nets, dying when they hit the ground; others tore the nets, crashing through to the pavement. “The force was so great it took men off their feet,” said Captain 170 Howard Ruch of Engine Company 18. “Trying to hold the nets, the men turned somersaults. The men’s hands were bleeding, the nets were torn and some caught fire” from burning clothing. Officers, fearing their men would be struck by falling bodies, ordered the nets removed. The aerial ladders failed, too, reaching only to the sixth floor. Desperate jumpers tried to grab hold of a rung on the way down, missed, and landed on the sidewalk. People began to jump singly or in groups of two or three, holding hands as they stepped out the windows. 180 William G. Shepherd, a reporter for United Press, watched the “shower of bodies” in horror.
portable
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I saw every feature of the tragedy visible from outside the
building. I learned a new sound—a more horrible sound
than any description can picture. It was the sound of a
speeding, living body on a stone sidewalk.
Thud—dead, thud—dead, thud—dead, thud—dead. Sixty-two thud—dead. I call them that, because the sound and the thought of death came to me each time, at the same instant. . . . Down came the bodies in a shower, burning, smoking—flaming bodies, with the disheveled hair trailing upward. . . . On the sidewalk lay heaps of broken bodies. A policeman later went about with tags, which he fastened with wires to the wrists of the dead girls. . . . The floods of water from the firemen’s hose that ran into the gutter was actually stained red with blood. Onlookers saw many dreadful sights, none more so than the end of a love affair. A young man appeared at a window. Gently, he helped a young woman step onto the windowsill,
200 held her away from the building—and let go. He helped
another young woman onto the windowsill. “Those of us who
were looking saw her put her arms around him and kiss him,”
Shepherd wrote. “Then he held her out into space and dropped
her. But quick as a flash he was on the windowsill himself. . . .
He was brave enough to help the girl he loved to a quicker
death, after she had given him a goodbye kiss.”
Meanwhile, others managed to reach the fire escape. It had not been designed for a quick exit. FDNY6 experts later declared that those on the three top floors of the Asch 210 Building could not have made it to the ground in under three hours. In reality, they had only minutes. People crowded onto the fire escape. As they walked single file, flames lapped at them through broken windows. Worse, the human load became too heavy for the device to bear. Bolts that fastened it to the building became loose. It began to sway, then collapsed at the eighth floor, tumbling dozens into the courtyard. “As the fire-crazed victims were thrown by the collapse of the fire escape, several struck the sharp-tipped palings,”7 the New York Herald reported. “The 220 body of one woman was found with several iron spikes driven
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entirely through it.” Others crashed through the skylight into the room below, where they died on the cement floor. The tenth floor was the best place to be. Those who worked there, or reached it from the floor below, survived by dashing up the stairs to the roof. When they arrived, they found the roof fifteen feet lower than its Washington Place neighbor’s, a building shared by New York University and the American Book Company. Luckily, Professor Frank Sommer was teaching his law class in a room that overlooked the Asch Building. When Sommer realized what was happening, he led his class to the roof of their building. There they found two ladders left by painters during the week. Students lowered the ladders, climbed down, and helped survivors to safety. For some women, said Sommer, “it was necessary to beat out the flames that had caught their clothing, and many of them had blackened faces and singed hair and eyebrows.” Yet only one person from the tenth floor died. Seeing flames licking up from the ninth floor, she panicked and jumped out a window. By 5:15 p.m., exactly thirty-five minutes after flames burst from beneath a cutting table, firefighters had brought the blaze under control. An hour later, Chief Croker made his inspection. He found that the Asch Building had no damage
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to its structure. Its walls were in good shape; so were the
floors. It had passed the test. It was fireproof.
The woodwork, furniture, cotton goods, and people who worked in it were not. Of the 500 Triangle employees who reported for work that day, 146 died. Of these, sixteen men were identified. The rest were women or bodies and body 250 parts listed as “unidentified.” The Triangle Fire was New York’s worst workplace disaster up to that time. Only the September 11, 2001, terrorist attacks on the twin towers of the World Trade Center took more (about 2,500) lives. Chief Croker was no softie; he was used to the horrors that came with his job. But this was different. As he explored the top three floors of the Asch Building, he saw sights “that utterly staggered him,” the New York World reported. “In the drifting smoke, he had seen bodies burned to bare bones, skeletons bending over sewing machines.” Those sights sent 260 him down to the street with quivering lips. Next morning, March 26, Chief Croker returned for another look. The only creatures he found alive were some half-drowned mice. He picked one up, stroked it gently, and put it in his pocket. The chief would take it home, he said. “It’s alive. At least it’s alive.”
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Determine Central Idea and Details
The central idea, or main idea, in a piece of history writing is the most important idea about the topic. It may be stated explicitly in a sentence, or it may be implied. The main idea is often suggested by smaller key ideas, each developed in a paragraph or a longer section of the work.
Main ideas are supported by details, facts and other pieces of information that build upon or clarify the main ideas. When you read history writing, notice the details that answer basic questions, such as, When and where does the event take place? Who is involved? What are the causes and the immediate and long-term effects?
As you read, you can keep track of key ideas and details by taking notes in outline form. Restate the main ideas of paragraphs or sections, numbered in Roman numerals. Below each idea, list the supporting details.
Once you have completed an outline for the entire text, look to see how all the main ideas and details help to develop the main idea of the entire text. What other details from Flesh & Blood So Cheap could you add to this outline?
The central idea, or main idea, in a piece of history writing is the most important idea about the topic. It may be stated explicitly in a sentence, or it may be implied. The main idea is often suggested by smaller key ideas, each developed in a paragraph or a longer section of the work.
Main ideas are supported by details, facts and other pieces of information that build upon or clarify the main ideas. When you read history writing, notice the details that answer basic questions, such as, When and where does the event take place? Who is involved? What are the causes and the immediate and long-term effects?
As you read, you can keep track of key ideas and details by taking notes in outline form. Restate the main ideas of paragraphs or sections, numbered in Roman numerals. Below each idea, list the supporting details.
Once you have completed an outline for the entire text, look to see how all the main ideas and details help to develop the main idea of the entire text. What other details from Flesh & Blood So Cheap could you add to this outline?
ELA RI.7.2
ELD PI.7.6
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Analyzing the Text
ELA RI.7.1, RI.7.6
ELD PI.7.6, PI.7.7
Cite Text Evidence Support your responses with evidence from the text.
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Summarize Review the text to find details about the different floors of
the building. What is important to understand about these locations?
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Cause/Effect Reread lines 97–100. Why does the author give a detail
about fire drills?
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Draw Conclusions According to the author, why might workers have
jumped from the windows?
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Cite Evidence What does the author seem to think of the firefighters’
efforts during this disaster?
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Evaluate What is most important to understand about this event?
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Connect Why is the story of the Triangle Fire still being told?
