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Home - WCS Analyzing How Ideas are Deve c n 12.apps.elf.edmentum.com/assess Minimize ments-delivery/ua/mt/launch/4364/45645043/aHROckM6Ly9mMishcHBzimVsZi5IZG1IbnR1bS5jb20vbGVhcmSici92ZWNvomRhonkvdXNici1hc3NpZ2StZWSOLzQzNjQvbGF1bmNocGFkLzQ1NjQ3MzES# Previous 2v Next All Bookmark Analyzing How Ideas are Developed and Refined in "Ingles in Thirty Minutes": Mastery Test Submit Test / Tools Info My Mother by Zitkala-Sa (excerpt) Select the correct answer. Author Zitkala-Sa , whose name means "Red Bird" in the Lakota language, left the Yankton Indian Reservation in South Dakota with Quaker missionaries when she was a young child. Zitkala-Sa is known for emon Read paragraphs 3-6. Which main techniques does the author use in all three paragraphs to develop the idea that Zitkala-Sa.'s mother has negative feelings about the paleface? for emotional, imaginative writing that frequently touches on the oppression of American Indians In "My Mother, " taken from her memoir titled American Indian Stories, the author shares a memory from her childhood about her people's forced migration. O A. resolution and suspense [1] I was a wild little girl of seven. Loosely clad in a slip of brown buckskin, and light-footed with a pair of soft moccasins on my feet, I was as free as the wind that blew my hair, and no less O B. characterization and humor spirited than a bounding deer. These were my mother's pride,-my wild freedom and O c. dialogue and interaction overflowing spirits, She taught me no fe ar save that of intruding myself upon others. [2] Having gone many paces ahead I stopped, panting for breath, and laughing with glee as my O D. reflection and prediction mother watched my every movement. I was not wholly conscious of myself, but was more keenly alive to the fire within. It was as if I were the activity, and my hands and feet were only experiments for my spirit to work upon. [3] Returning from the river, I tugged beside my mother, with my hand upon the bucket I Reset Next believed I was carrying.... I said: "Mother, when I am tall as my cousin Warca-Ziwin', you shall not have to come for w [4) With a strange tremor in her voice which I could not understand, she answered, "if the paleface does not take away from us the river we drink." (5] "Mother, who is this bad paleface?" I a [6] "My little daughter, he is a sh a sickly sham! The bronzed Dakota is the only real man." [7] I looked up into my mother's face while she spoke; and seeing her bite her lips, I knew she was unhappy. This aroused revenge in my small soul. Stamping my foot on the earth, I cried aloud, "I hate the paleface that makes my mother cry!" [8] Setting the pail of water on the ground, my mother stooped, and stretching her left hand out on the level with my eyes, she placed her other arm about me, she pointed to the hill where my uncle and my only sister lay buried. (9] "There is what the paleface has done! Since then, your father too has been buried in a hill nearer the rising sun. We were once very happy. But the paleface has stolen our lands and driven us hither, Having defrauded us of our land, the paleface forced us away. (10) "Well, it happened on the day we moved camp that your sister and uncle were both very sick. Many others were alling, but there see eled many days and nights, not in the grand, happy way that we moved camp when I is a little girl, but we were driven, my child, rd of buffalo. With every step, your sister, who was not as large s you are now, shrieked with the painful jar until she was hoarse with crying, she grew more and more feverish. Her little hands and cheeks were bumi and dry, but she would not drink the wa ered that her throat was swollen and red. My poor child, how I cried with her because the Great Spirit had forgotten us! 10:47 AM 2025 Edmentum. All rights reserved, 2/23/2025 Q Search