What was woodley poindexter doing in the prairies of texas ответы

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Автор: Ильянцева Наталья Анатольевна
Должность: учитель английского языка
Учебное заведение: МБОУ «Гимназия»
Населённый пункт: г. Обнинск Калужская область
Наименование материала: Урок-игра
Тема: Урок-игра по роману Майн Рида «Всадник без головы» 7-8 класс
Раздел: среднее образование

Урок-игра по роману Майн Рида «Всадник без головы»

(в рамках курса домашнего чтения по английскому языку).

Чтение художественной литературы на иностранном языке способствует развитию устной

речи, обогащает словарный запас, знакомит с культурой и литературой страны изучаемого

языка, развивает мышление. Поэтому уроки домашнего чтения необходимы в учебном

процессе. На этих уроках учащиеся сталкиваются с современным живым языком, а не

условно-учебным, также есть возможность высказать свое мнение и дать оценку

произведению, героям и ситуациям.

Урок-игра является завершающим уроком в учебном году в рамках курса домашнего

чтения по английскому языку. Книга Mayne Reid ‘The Headless Horseman’ уровня Pre-

Intermediate серии «Домашнее чтение» издательства «Айрис Пресс» адресована учащимся

7 – 8 классов общеобразовательных школ, лицеев и гимназий. Этот урок был проведен в

конце IV четверти, когда учащиеся закончили чтение книги.

В данной разработке представлены задания, которые выполняли ученики в ходе игры. Эти

задания и вопросы можно комбинировать, изменять, проводить в любом порядке, как

учитель сочтет целесообразным.

Учащиеся делятся на 2 или 3 команды, выбирают название и капитана.

Задание 1 «Собери имя»

Каждая команда получает набор букв, из которых они должны составить имя одного из

персонажей романа: CASIUS CALHOUN WOODLEY POINDEXTER HENRY

Задание 2 «Назови героя»

What is the name of this character?

He was a tall thin man of fifty with a proud and severe face/ He was wearing simple but

rather expensive clothes and a straw hat. (Woodley Poindexter)

He was a young man of twenty. He was dressed in a sky blue cotton shirt and trousers of

the same material. There was a Panama hat on his head. (Henry Poindexter)

A young man of about twenty-six. His face was gloomy and severe. He was wearing a

dark-blue military suit and a cap. (Cassius Calhoun)

He was a handsome young man of not more than twenty-five with a noble and friendly

face. He was dressed in a picturesque Mexican costume. (Maurice Gerald)

She was a young lady with the whitest skin. (Louise Poindexter)

The man was in his thirties. His face was handsome, but he had a cold and cruel animal

eye. (Miguel Dias)

Задание 3 «Объясни значение слова»

Can you explain the word?

There are many Spanish words in the story. Can you explain them?

What is the prairie (a plain of grassy land without many trees in the USA).

What is a sombrero? ( a Mexican hat)

What is a serape? ( a Mexican cloak)

What is a lasso? (a rope to catch animals)

What is norther (a strong dry northern wind)

What is hacienda? (a large estate especially in a Spanish-speaking country, plantation, a

Who is a mustanger? (a hunter who hunts wild horses)

Who are the Comanches? (an Indian tribe)

Who are the Gauchos? (cowboys in Argentina, Brazil and Mexico)

Задание 4 Ответы на вопросы

Task 4 Answer the questions

What was Woodley Poindexter doing in the prairies of Texas? (He was going to his plantation on

the Leona River)

Why did Woodley Poindexter and his family got lost doing in the prairies? (Calhoun was rude to

their guide so the guide refused to go with them)

Why did Calhoun kill his cousin? (By mistake)

Why did Calhoun hate Maurice Gerald? (They were both in love with Louise)

How can you protect yourself from the storm in the prairies?

Who was Zeb Stump? (He was a hunter)

Why were Louise and Maurice Gerald in danger during a prairie picnic? (Because of the wild

What did Calhoun do to start a quarrel in the saloon? (His rude toast against the Irish)

What was chosen as a signal for the duel? (Ring the hotel bell)

Who was El Coyote? (Miguel Dias)

What was the name of Gerald’s dog? (Tara)

What was the name of the military fort? (Fort Inge)

What was the name of Louise’s spotted horse? (Luna)

What terrified the search party in the forest? (the Headless horseman)

Where is the novel ‘The Headless Horseman’ set? (in Texas)

How was the hacienda called? (Casa del Corvo)

What was Gerald’ nationality? (Irish)

Why did the armed men gather in the courtyard of Casa del Corvo early in the morning? (They

were going to continue the search for Henry)

Where did Maurice Gerald hide from the coyotes? (In the hammock)

Why was Louise jealous of Isidora? (They were rivals)

Why did the Chief of the Regulators suggested postponing the trial? (He was not sure that the

mustanger was guilty)

How did the atmosphere in Casa del Corvo change after Henry’s death?

How did Calhoun mark his bullets? (With letters CCC)

Why did Calhoun exchange horses with Isidora? (Her mustang was much faster)

What proof of Calhoun’s guilt did Zeb give to the court? (The marked bullet)

Where was the mustanger’s hut situated? (Near the river Alamo)

Who were the three men leaving the hotel at night (Maurice Gerald, Henry Poindexter, Cassius

What was wrong with Calhoun’s horse? (One of its shoes was broken)

Why did Mr. Poindexter make Louise stay at home? (He got a letter from Major Ringwood about

Четвертое задание можно провести в виде «Своей игры»: на доске выписать номера

вопросов и баллы, которые даются за каждый вопрос. Вопросы разделить на три категории

сложности, учитывать полноту ответа. Команды выбирают номер вопроса сами. Если

команда не отвечает, или ответ неверен, право ответа дается другой команде.

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1 Thomas Mayne Reid The Headless Horseman МБОУ СОШ 1 Г. Александров Владимирская область Учитель английского языка Г.А.Семенова 2013г.

2 Objectives: To encourage the students to know more about the writer and his book To practice reading and translating To broaden the students outlook

3 Thomas Mayne Reid was born in a poor family in Ireland in1818. He lived most of his life in America. As the correspondent of the newspaper he participated in the American- Mexican war, where he was wounded. In 1848 he retired with the rank of captain. He went to Europe and settled in London.

4 He decided to devote himself to literature. His first novel was published in It was dedicated to the Mexican war. Then his best novels were coming out.

5 When the writer was 49, he returned to America. He struggled against racial oppression. He spent his last years in England. Mayne Reid is one of the most popular authors in many countries.

7 Novel The Headless Horseman Characters Maurice Gerald, the mustanger Louise Poindexter, the daughter of Mr. Poindexter, the planter Cassius Calhoun, an ex-officer of volunteers Henry Poindexter, Louises brother Isidora Covarubio de los Llanos, the girl who was saved by Maurice Gerald Zebulon Stump, a hunter, a friend of Maurice Gerald Woodley Poindexter, a sugar planter, who lost most of his money and plantation

8 The Subject of the Book The events take place in 1850s. Woodley Poindexter – a sugar planter from Louisiana,who had lost most of his money, was going to a new home in Texas together with his son Henry, daughter Louise and his nephew Cassius Calhoun. Maurice Gerald, a young horseman, showed them the way in the prairie. Louise loved him at the first sight. They exchanged letters and then began to meet secretly. Cassius Calhoun loved Louise too. He wanted to kill Maurice and told Henry about their meeting. There was a quarrel between Henry and Maurice.

10 The next day the planters family gathered in the dining-room for breakfast but Henry was absent. Suddenly his horse appeared at the gate of the hacienda. It was wet and excited. There were spots of blood over his shoulders. The search-party started to go through the opening. The sun was low down when the men saw a horseman without a head. Everybody thought that Maurice was a murderer and decided to go to his hut. The search-party found Geralds hut. When Woodley Poindexter came into the hut he saw his daughter there and a wounded mustanger. Zeb Stump decided to help Maurice Gerald. He came to the headless horseman and understood he was Henry Poindexter.

12 All people came for the trial of Maurice Gerald – known as the mustanger. Zeb Stump came to the judge and jury conducting Cassius Calhoun and the headless horseman. He saw how Calhoun tried to catch the horseman to get rid of the direct evidence. Soon it was clear that Cassius Calhoun was the murderer. Calhoun tried to escape. Then he fired the bullet in the mustangers heart but luckily it hit a small locket – a gift from Louise Poindexter. In despair Calhoun shot himself. The planter was no longer against Louises marriage to Maurice Gerald. He was even happy, because, in fact, Sir Maurice Gerald, the Irish baronet who inherited a large fortune.

13 Conclusion: Humanism and sense of justice, the skill of the plot are interesting to the readers even nowadays.

14 I advise you to read the other books by Th.M.Reid : The White Chief The Quadroon Oceola

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6. what will you do tomorrow?

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Chapter One

On the great plain of Texas, about a hundred miles southward from the old Spanish town of San Antonio de Bejar, the noonday sun is shedding his beams from a sky of cerulean brightness. Under the golden light appears a group of objects.

The objects in question are easily identified – even at a great distance. They are waggons. Slowly crawling across the savannah, it could scarce be told that they are in motion.

There’re ten large waggons, each hauled by eight mules; their contents are: plenteous provisions, articles of costly furniture, live stock in the shape of coloured women and children; the groups of black and yellow bondsmen, walking alongside; the light travelling carriage in the lead, drawn by a span of Kentucky mules, and driven by a black Jehu.

The train [1] is the property of a planter who has landed at Indianola, on the Gulf of Matagorda; and is now travelling overland.

In the cortège that accompanies it, riding at its head, is the planter himself – Woodley Poindexter – a tall thin man of fifty, with a slightly sallowish complexion, and aspect proudly severe. He is simply though not inexpensively dressed. His features are shaded by a broad-brimmed hat.

Two horsemen are riding alongside – one on his right, the other on the left – a stripling scarce twenty, and a young man six or seven years older. The former is his son – a youth, whose open cheerful countenance contrasts, not only with the severe aspect of his father, but with the somewhat sinister features on the other side, and which belong to his cousin.

There is another horseman riding near. The keel-coloured “cowhide” clutched in his right hand, and flirted with such evident skill, proclaim him the overseer.

The travelling carriage, which is a “carriole”, [2] has two occupants. One is a young lady of the whitest skin; the other a girl of the blackest. The former is the daughter of Woodley Poindexter – his only daughter. The latter is the young lady’s handmaid.

The emigrating party is from the “coast” of the Mississippi – from Louisiana. The planter is not himself a native of this State. Woodley Poindexter is a grand sugar planter of the South; one of the highest of his class.

The sun is almost in the zenith. Slowly the train moves on. There is no regular road. The route is indicated by the wheel-marks of some vehicles that have passed before – barely conspicuous, by having crushed the culms of the shot grass.

Notwithstanding the slow progress, the teams are doing their best. The planter hopes to reach the end of his journey before night: hence the march continued through the mid-day heat.

Unexpectedly the drivers are directed to pull up, by a sign from the overseer; who has been riding a hundred yards in the advance, and who is seen to make a sudden stop – as if some obstruction had presented itself.

“What is it, Mr Sansom?” asked the planter, as the man rode up.

“The grass is burnt. The prairie’s been afire.”

“Been on fire! Is it on fire now?” hurriedly inquired the owner of the waggons. “Where? I see no smoke!”

“No, sir – no,” stammered the overseer, becoming conscious that he had caused unnecessary alarm; “I didn’t say it is afire now: only that it has been, and the whole ground is as black as the ten of spades.” [3]

“What of that? I suppose we can travel over a black prairie, as safely as a green one? What nonsense of you, Josh Sansom, to raise such a row about nothing!”

“But, Captain Calhoun,” protested the overseer, in response to the gentleman who had reproached him; “how are we to find the way?”

“Find the way! What are you talking about? We haven’t lost it – have we?”

“I’m afraid we have, though. The wheel-tracks are no longer to be seen. They’re burnt out, along with the grass.”

“What matters that? I reckon we can cross a piece of scorched prairie, without wheel-marks to guide us? We’ll find them again on the other side. Whip up, niggers!” shouted Calhoun, spurring onwards, as a sign that the order was to be obeyed.

The teams are again set in motion; and, after advancing to the edge of the burnt tract, are once more brought to a stand.

Far as the eye can reach the country is of one uniform colour – black. There is nothing green!

In front – on the right and left – extends the scene of desolation. Over it the cerulean sky is changed to a darker blue; the sun, though clear of clouds, seems to scowl rather than shine.

The overseer has made a correct report – there is no trail visible. The action of the fire has eliminated the impression of the wheels hitherto indicating the route.

“What are we to do?”

The planter himself put this inquiry, in a tone that told of a vacillating spirit.

“What else but keep straight on, uncle Woodley? The river must be on the other side? If we don’t hit the crossing, to a half mile or so, we can go up, or down the bank – as the case may require.”

“Well, nephew, you know best: I shall be guided by you.”

The ex-officer of volunteers with confident air trots onward. The waggon-train is once more in motion.

A mile or more is made, apparently in a direct line from the point of starting. Then there is a halt. The self-appointed guide has ordered it. He appears to be puzzled about the direction.

“You’ve lost the way, nephew?” said the planter, riding rapidly up.

“Damned if I don’t believe I have, uncle!” responded the nephew, in a tone of not very respectful mistrust. “No, no!” he continued, reluctant to betray his embarrassment as the carriole came up. “I see now. We’re all right yet. The river must be in this direction. Come on!”

Once more they are stretching their teams along a travelled road – where a half-score [4] of wheeled vehicles must have passed before them. And not long before: the hoof-prints of the animals fresh as if made within the hour. A train of waggons, not unlike their own, must have passed over the burnt prairie!

Like themselves, it could only be going towards the Leona. In that case they have only to keep in the same track.

For a mile or more the waggon-tracks are followed. The countenance of Cassius Calhoun, for a while wearing a confident look, gradually becomes clouded. It assumes the profoundest expression of despondency, on discovering that the four-and-forty wheel-tracks he is following, have been made by ten Pittsburgh waggons, and a carriole – the same that are now following him, and in whose company he has been travelling all the way from the Gulf of Matagorda!

Beyond doubt, the waggons of Woodley Poindexter were going over ground already traced by the tiring of their wheels.

“Our own tracks!” muttered Calhoun on making the discovery.

“Our own tracks! What mean you, Cassius? You don’t say we’ve been travelling—”

“On our own tracks. I do, uncle; that very thing. That’s the very hill we went down as we left our last stopping place. We’ve made a couple of miles for nothing.”

Embarrassment is no longer the only expression upon the face of the speaker. It has deepened to chagrin, with an admixture of shame. He feels it keenly as the carriole comes up, and bright eyes become witnesses of his discomfiture.

There is a general halt, succeeded by an animated conversation among the white men. The situation is serious: the planter himself believes it to be so. He cannot that day reach the end of his journey – a thing upon which he had set his mind.

How are they to find their way?

Calhoun no longer volunteers to point out the path.

A ten minutes’ discussion terminates in nothing. No one can suggest a feasible plan of proceeding.

Another ten minutes is spent in the midst of moral and physical gloom. Then, as if by a benignant mandate from heaven, does cheerfulness resume its sway. The cause? A horseman riding in the direction of the train!

An unexpected sight: who could have looked for human being in such a place? All eyes simultaneously sparkle with joy; as if, in the approach of the horseman, they beheld the advent of a saviour!

“A Mexican!” whispered Henry, drawing his deduction from the habiliments of the horseman.

“So much the better,” replied Poindexter, in the same tone of voice; “he’ll be all the more likely to know the road.”

“Not a bit of Mexican about him,” muttered Calhoun,” excepting the rig. I’ll soon see. Buenos dias, cavallero! Esta V. Mexicano?” (Good day, sir! are you a Mexican?)

“No, indeed,” replied the stranger, with a protesting smile. “I can speak to you in Spanish, if you prefer it; but I dare say you will understand me better in English: which, I presume, is your native tongue?”

“American, sir,” replied Poindexter. Then, as if fearing to offend the man from whom he intended asking a favour, he added: “Yes, sir; we are all Americans – from the Southern States.”

“That I can perceive by your following.” An expression of contempt showed itself upon the countenance of the speaker, as his eye rested upon the groups of black bondsmen. “I can perceive, too,” he added, “that you are strangers to prairie travelling. You have lost your way?”

“We have, sir; and have very little prospect of recovering it, unless we may count upon your kindness to direct us.”

“Not much kindness in that. By chance I came upon your trail, as I was crossing the prairie. I saw you were going astray; and have ridden this way to set you right.”

“It is very good of you. We shall be most thankful, sir. My name is Woodley Poindexter, of Louisiana. I have purchased a property on the Leona river, near Fort Inge. We were in hopes of reaching it before nightfall. Can we do so?”

“There is nothing to hinder you: if you follow the instructions I shall give.”

On saying this, the stranger rode a few paces apart; and appeared to scrutinise the country – as if to determine the direction which the travellers should take.

Through the curtains of the travelling carriage he was regarded with glances that spoke of a singular sentiment. For the first time in her life, Louise Poindexter looked upon that – hitherto known only to her imagination—a man of heroic mould. [7] Proud might he have been, could he have guessed the interest which his presence was exciting in the breast of the young Creole. [8]

“By my faith!” he declared, facing round to the owner of the waggons, “I can discover no landmarks for you to steer by. For all that, I can find the way myself. You will have to cross the Leona five miles below the Fort; and, as I have to go by the crossing myself, you can follow the tracks of my horse. But you may not be able to distinguish them”, said the horseman after a pause, “the more so, that in these dry ashes all horse-tracks are so nearly alike.”

“What are we to do?” despairingly asked the planter.

“I am sorry, Mr Poindexter, I cannot stay to conduct you, I am riding express, with a despatch for the Fort. If you should lose my trail, keep the sun on your right shoulders: so that your shadows may fall to the left, at an angle of about fifteen degrees to your line of march. Go straight forward for about five miles. You will then come in sight of the top of a tall tree – a cypress. [9] Head direct for this tree. It stands on the bank of the river; and close by is the crossing.”

The young horseman, once more drawing up his reins, was about to ride off; when something caused him to linger. It was a pair of dark lustrous eyes – observed by him for the first time – glancing through the curtains of the travelling carriage.

He perceived, moreover, that they were turned upon himself – fixed, as he fancied, in an expression that betokened interest – almost tenderness!

He returned it with an involuntary glance of admiration, which he made but an awkward attempt to conceal.

“You are very kind, sir,” said Poindexter; “but with the directions you have given us, I think we shall be able to manage. The sun will surely show us —”

“No: now I look at the sky, it will not. There are clouds looming up on the north. In an hour, the sun may be obscured – at all events, before you can get within sight of the cypress. It will not do. Stay!” he continued, after a reflective pause, “I have a better plan still: follow the trail of my lazo!”

While speaking, he had lifted the coiled rope and flung the loose end to the earth – the other being secured to a ring in the pommel. Then raising his hat in graceful salutation – more than half directed towards the travelling carriage – he gave the spur to his steed.

The lazo, lengthening out, tightened over the hips of his horse; and, dragging a dozen yards behind, left a line upon the cinereous surface.

Answer the following questions:

1) Who is the owner of the train? Where is he from? Where is he going to?

2) Who accompanies the planter?

3) Why is it hard to find the way?

4) Why did the overseer stop? Who becomes a new guide?

5) Who had left those wheel-tracks that Cassius Calhoun decided to follow?

6) Why did Calhoun’s confident look become clouded?

7) Who helped the travellers find the way? How did he do it?

8) Why didn’t the horseman stay with the travellers to conduct them?