The
following is a summary of parts 1 and 2 of the poem. But the summary
contains ten errors (errors of fact, not errors of language). Rewrite
the summary, correcting the errors.
An
elderly sailor met three people who were going to a wedding-feast. He
stopped one of them, and started to tell him a strange story. “I
was a sailor on a ship,” he said. “We left the harbor in
good weather, and sailed south for many days. Then the weather
changed, and we were driven towards the north pole by a very strong
tide. There, we were surrounded by mist and snow and by waves as high
as the mast of our ship. Soon, our ship was completely trapped in the
mud. But one day, an albatross came through the fog. We called to it,
and gave it food. Then a break appeared in the ice, and we began to
sail south, the albatross followed us. It became our friend: we
called to it, and gave it food.”
The
young sailor stopped, with a haunted look on his face. “Whatever
is the matter?” asked the wedding guest, anxiously. “I
shot the albatross,” answered the ancient mariner “with
my gun.”
He
went on: “As we continued our journey, the weather improved a
little; the wind continued to blow our ship northwards, away from the
south pole, but the fog still blotted out the sun. My ship-mates
constantly told me what a wicked thing I had done, to kill the bird
that had brought the ice. But when the fog did not clear, they
changed their minds: they told me that I had done a good thing. To
kill the bird that brought the fog.”
Suddenly,
the wind stopped, and our ship was becalmed: we could not move at
all. Day after day the ship stayed in the same spot, with the rain
beating down above us. Day after day, we had no water to drink. Our
tongues dried up, and we could not speak. My ship-mates gave me evil
looks. Since they felt that I was responsible for their problems,
they hung the dead albatross around my waist as a sign of my guilt.”
The following is a summary of parts 1 and 2 of the poem. But the summary contains ten errors (errors of fact, not errors of language). Rewrite the summary, correcting the errors.
An elderly sailor met three people who were going to a wedding-feast. He stopped one of them, and started to tell him a strange story. “I was a sailor on a ship,” he said. “We left the harbor in good weather, and sailed south for many days. Then the weather changed, and we were driven towards the north pole by a very strong tide. There, we were surrounded by mist and snow and by waves as high as the mast of our ship. Soon, our ship was completely trapped in the mud. But one day, an albatross came through the fog. We called to it, and gave it food. Then a break appeared in the ice, and we began to sail south, the albatross followed us. It became our friend: we called to it, and gave it food.”
The young sailor stopped, with a haunted look on his face. “Whatever is the matter?” asked the wedding guest, anxiously. “I shot the albatross,” answered the ancient mariner “with my gun.”
He went on: “As we continued our journey, the weather improved a little; the wind continued to blow our ship northwards, away from the south pole, but the fog still blotted out the sun. My ship-mates constantly told me what a wicked thing I had done, to kill the bird that had brought the ice. But when the fog did not clear, they changed their minds: they told me that I had done a good thing. To kill the bird that brought the fog.”
Suddenly, the wind stopped, and our ship was becalmed: we could not move at all. Day after day the ship stayed in the same spot, with the rain beating down above us. Day after day, we had no water to drink. Our tongues dried up, and we could not speak. My ship-mates gave me evil looks. Since they felt that I was responsible for their problems, they hung the dead albatross around my waist as a sign of my guilt.”
An
elderly sailor met three people who were going to a wedding-feast. He
stopped one of them, and started to tell him a strange story. “I
was a sailor on a ship,” he said. “We left the harbor in
good weather, and sailed south for many days. Then the weather
changed, and we were driven towards the south
pole by a very strong
wind.
There, we were surrounded by mist and snow and by ice
as high as the mast of our ship. Soon, our ship was completely
trapped in the ice.
But one day, an albatross came through the fog. We called to it, and
gave it food. Then a break appeared in the ice, and we began to sail
north,
the albatross followed us. It became our friend: we called to it, and
gave it food.”
The
old sailor
stopped, with a haunted look on his face. “Whatever is the
matter?” asked the wedding guest, anxiously. “I shot the
albatross,” answered the ancient mariner “with my
cross-bow.”
He
went on: “As we continued our journey, the weather improved a
little; the wind continued to blow our ship northwards, away from the
south pole, but the fog still blotted out the sun. My ship-mates
constantly told me what a wicked thing I had done, to kill the bird
that had brought the breeze.
But when the fog did not clear, they changed their minds: they told
me that I had done a good thing. To kill the bird that brought the
fog.”
Suddenly,
the wind stopped, and our ship was becalmed: we could not move at
all. Day after day the ship stayed in the same spot, with the sun
shining above us. Day
after day, we had no water to drink. Our tongues dried up, and we
could not speak. My ship-mates gave me evil looks. Since they felt
that I was responsible for their problems, they hung the dead
albatross around my neck
as a sign of my guilt.”
An elderly sailor met three people who were going to a wedding-feast. He stopped one of them, and started to tell him a strange story. “I was a sailor on a ship,” he said. “We left the harbor in good weather, and sailed south for many days. Then the weather changed, and we were driven towards the south pole by a very strong wind. There, we were surrounded by mist and snow and by ice as high as the mast of our ship. Soon, our ship was completely trapped in the ice. But one day, an albatross came through the fog. We called to it, and gave it food. Then a break appeared in the ice, and we began to sail north, the albatross followed us. It became our friend: we called to it, and gave it food.”
The old sailor stopped, with a haunted look on his face. “Whatever is the matter?” asked the wedding guest, anxiously. “I shot the albatross,” answered the ancient mariner “with my cross-bow.”
He went on: “As we continued our journey, the weather improved a little; the wind continued to blow our ship northwards, away from the south pole, but the fog still blotted out the sun. My ship-mates constantly told me what a wicked thing I had done, to kill the bird that had brought the breeze. But when the fog did not clear, they changed their minds: they told me that I had done a good thing. To kill the bird that brought the fog.”
Suddenly, the wind stopped, and our ship was becalmed: we could not move at all. Day after day the ship stayed in the same spot, with the sun shining above us. Day after day, we had no water to drink. Our tongues dried up, and we could not speak. My ship-mates gave me evil looks. Since they felt that I was responsible for their problems, they hung the dead albatross around my neck as a sign of my guilt.”
