Giddy-up, cowboys and girls! In the Southwest during early half of the 1800s, cows were only worth 2 or 3 dollars a piece. They roamned wild, grazed off of the open range, and were abundant
Midway through the century though, railroads were built and the nation was connected. People
could suddenly ship cows in freight trains to the Northeast, where the Yankees had a growing
taste for beef. Out of the blue, the same cows that were once worth a couple of bucks were now
worth between twenty and forty dollars each, if you could get them to the train station. It became
pretty lucrative to wrangle up a drove of cattle and herd them to the nearest train town, but it was
at least as dangerous as it was profitable. Cowboys were threatened at every turn. They faced
cattle rustlers, stampedes and extreme weather, but kept pushing those steers to the train station.
By the turn of the century, barbed wire billed the open range and some may say the cowboy too,
but it was the train that birthed him.
5. Main idea related tite for the passage:
6. Summarize the passage in your own words:

answer:   a good wench, give it me.

iago

good girl, give it to me.

emilia

what will you do with ’t, that you have been so earnest

325to have me filch it?

emilia

and what are you going to do with it? why did you want it so much that you begged me to steal it?

iago

  why, what is that to you?

iago

what’s it to you?

emilia

if it be not for some purpose of import,

give ’t me again. poor lady, she’ll run mad

when she shall lack it.

emilia

if you don’t need it for some important reason, then give it back to me. poor lady, she’ll go crazy when she sees it’s missing.

iago

be not acknown on ’t,

330i have use for it. go, leave me.

iago

don’t admit to knowing anything about it. i need it. now go, leave me.

exit emilia

emilia exits.

i will in cassio’s lodging lose this napkin

and let him find it. trifles light as air

are to the jealous confirmations strong

as proofs of holy writ. this may do something.

335the moor already changes with my poison.

dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons

which at the first are scarce found to distaste,

but with a little act upon the blood

burn like the mines of sulfur.

i’ll leave this handkerchief at cassio’s house and let him find it.to a jealous man, a meaningless little thing like this looks like absolute proof. this handkerchief may be useful to me. the moor’s mind has already become infected with my poisonous suggestions. ideas can be like poisons. at first they hardly even taste bad, but once they get into your blood they start burning like hot lava.

enter othello

othello enters.

    i did say so.

340look, where he comes. not poppy nor mandragora

nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,

shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep

which thou owedst yesterday.

here he comes. no drugs or sleeping pills will ever give you the restful sleep that you had last night.

othello

    ha! ha! false to me?

othello

argh! she’s cheating on me?

iago

why, how now, general? no more of that.

iago

oh, general, , no more of that!

explanation:

oooh~ i love the salem witch trials.

sadly though, i cannot you if you don't post the paragraph. i'm confused on what to write!

if you would kindly post the paragraph though, i'm more than happy to you.

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