Unit 5: Part 2 Vocabulary

The people invited Eagle and Coyote to sit down and have something to eat while they watched the sacred dances.

Eagle couldn't stand any more pestering.

Soon Eagle was far ahead, and Coyote lagged behind a hill where Eagle couldn't see him.

At once all the plants shriveled up and turned brown.

Trying to catch the moon and put it back in the box, Coyote ran in pursuit as it skipped away from him.

If it weren't for Coyote's curiosity and mischief making, we wouldn't have winter; we could enjoy summer all the time.

So they made a twenty-dollar bet and they instructed the serving maid to watch if this self-confident New Mexican had to ask the master for a place at the table.

Chicoria greeted the rancher cordially, but the rancher appeared haughty and did not invite Chicoria to sit with him and his guest at the table.

Chicoria greeted the rancher cordially, but the rancher appeared haughty and did not invite Chicoria to sit with him and his guest at the table.

Of Pecos Pete straddling a cyclone in Texas and riding it to the
west coast where "it rained out under him,"
Of the man who drove a swarm of bees across the Rocky Mountains
and the Desert "and didn't lose a bee."

Of Pecos Pete straddling a cyclone in Texas and riding it to the
west coast where "it rained out under him,"
Of the man who drove a swarm of bees across the Rocky Mountains
and the Desert "and didn't lose a bee."

Of mutineers on that same ship put to chipping rust with rubber
hammers...

Daddy looks like a fight brewing.
He takes that red face of his out to the barn,
to keep from feuding with my pregnant ma.

The night sky kept flashing,
lightning danced down on its spindly legs.

I watched the plants,
surviving after so much drought and so much wind,
I watched them fry,
or
flatten,
or blow away,
like bits of cast-off rags.

Ma and I sighed, grateful,
staring out at the dirty flakes,
but our relief didn’t last.

And so they go,
fleeing the blowing dust,
fleeing the fields of brown-tipped wheat
barely ankle high,
and sparse as the hair on a dog’s belly.

We’ll be back when it rains,
they say,
setting out with their bedsprings and mattresses,
their cookstoves and dishes,
their kitchen tables,
and their milk goats
tied to their running boards
in rickety cages...

He had winced like a man stung, swayed dangerously, and then straightened.

The sound of his hoarse breathing was plainly audible.

The officer had, of course, been compelled to take his sword into his left hand.

A battery, a tumultuous and shining mass, was swirling toward the right.

He seemed possessed suddenly of a great contempt for the lieutenant.

When the wound was disclosed the doctor fingered it disdainfully. "Humph," he said.

I kindled up a little fire and told Grizzle I was going take a nap.

He grew up in shanties, around the hot stoves of whiter, among socks and mittens drying, in the smell of tobacco smoke and the roar of laughter mocking the outside weather.

The commotion of the dancing that night brought on an earthquake and the Big Onion River moved over three counties to the east.

Swift runner, never captured or subdued...

You are that high stone and its arrogant fumes...