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Grade: 5,    Subject: LanguageArts,    Topic: Reading Non-Fiction
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The Boys' Ambition (Part 1)
by Mark Twain

When I was a boy, there was but one permanent ambition among my comrades in our village Hannibal, Missouri on the west bank of the Mississippi River. That was, to be a steamboat-man. We had transient ambitions of other sorts, but they were only transient. When a circus came and went, it left us all burning to become clowns; the first minstrel show that came to our section left us all suffering to try that kind of life; now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates. These ambitions faded out, each in its turn; but the ambition to be a steamboat-man always remained.

Once a day a cheap, gaudy packet arrived upward from St. Louis, and another downward from Keokuk. Before these events, the day was glorious with expectancy; after them, the day was a dead and empty thing. Not only the boys, but the whole village, felt this. After all these years I can picture that old time to myself now, just as it was then: the white town drowsing in the sunshine of a summer's morning; the streets empty, or pretty nearly so; one or two clerks sitting in front of the Water Street stores, with their splint-bottomed chairs tilted back against the wall, chins on breasts, hats slouched over their faces, asleep-- with shingle-shavings enough around to show what broke them down; a sow and a litter of pigs loafing along the sidewalk, doing a good business in watermelon rinds and seeds; two or three lonely little freight piles scattered about the 'levee;' a pile of 'skids' on the slope of the stone-paved wharf, and the fragrant town drunkard asleep in the shadow of them; two or three wood flats at the head of the wharf, but nobody to listen to the peaceful lapping of the wavelets against them; the great Mississippi, the majestic, the magnificent Mississippi, rolling its mile-wide tide along, shining in the sun; the dense forest away on the other side; the 'point' above the town, and the 'point' below, bounding the river-glimpse and turning it into a sort of sea, and withal a very still and brilliant and lonely one. Presently a film of dark smoke appears above one of those remote 'points;' instantly a drayman, famous for his quick eye and prodigious voice, lifts up the cry, 'S-t-e-a-m-boat a-comin'!' and the scene changes! The town drunkard stirs, the clerks wake up, a furious clatter of drays follows, every house and store pours out a human contribution, and all in a twinkling the dead town is alive and moving. Drays, carts, men, boys, all go hurrying from many quarters to a common center, the wharf. Assembled there, the people fasten their eyes upon the coming boat as upon a wonder they are seeing for the first time. And the boat is rather a handsome sight, too. She is long and sharp and trim and pretty; she has two tall, fancy-topped chimneys, with a gilded device of some kind swung between them; a fanciful pilot-house, a glass and 'gingerbread', perched on top of the 'texas' deck behind them; the paddle-boxes are gorgeous with a picture or with gilded rays above the boat's name; the boiler deck, the hurricane deck, and the texas deck are fenced and ornamented with clean white railings; there is a flag gallantly flying from the jack-staff; the furnace doors are open and the fires glaring bravely; the upper decks are black with passengers; the captain stands by the big bell, calm, imposing, the envy of all; great volumes of the blackest smoke are rolling and tumbling out of the chimneys-- a husbanded grandeur created with a bit of pitch pine just before arriving at a town; the crew are grouped on the forecastle; the broad stage is run far out over the port bow, and an envied deckhand stands picturesquely on the end of it with a coil of rope in his hand; the pent steam is screaming through the gauge-cocks, the captain lifts his hand, a bell rings, the wheels stop; then they turn back, churning the water to foam, and the steamer is at rest. Then such a scramble as there is to get aboard, and to get ashore, and to take in freight and to discharge freight, all at one and the same time; and such a yelling and cursing as the mates facilitate it all with! Ten minutes later the steamer is under way again, with no flag on the jack-staff and no black smoke issuing from the chimneys. After ten more minutes the town is dead again, and the town drunkard asleep by the skids once more.
 
Question 1:
What ambition did the author and his friends have as young boys?

to be a tourist guideto own a steamboat

to work at a portto be a steamboat-man
 
Question 2:
What does the author mean by "transient ambitions"?

ambition those never existambition those are permanent

ambition those are short-livedto fulfill one's ambition
 
Question 3:
What did the boys desire to be, when the circus came to the village?

clownsjugglers

acrobatstightrope walkers
 
Question 4:
According to the author, how were the streets of Hannibal usually?

crowdedpleasant

busyempty
 
Question 5:
Whom could you see sleeping in the shadow of the pile of skids?

author's friendsdrunkards

the store ownersa litter of pigs
 
Question 6:
Where could you see the pile of skids?

in front of the Water Street storeson the slope of the wharf

along the sidewalkon the front deck of the ship
 
Question 7:
What are the decks of the steamboat fenced with?

red flagsgilded devices

white railingsgold bells
 
Question 8:
When did the town of Hannibal turn alive and moving?

when the circus team come to the townwhen the Spring Festival is approaching

when the steamboat comes to the wharfwhen the cargo train comes to the station
 
Question 9:
Where could you see a picture or gilded rays?

on the hurricane deckon the chimneys

on the deck railingson the paddle boxes
 
Question 10:
Who stood by the big bell?

the steamboat captainthe store clerk

the cabin boythe passengers
 
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