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American Story: The White Heron

Written by Sarah Orne Jewett




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Sylvie gave a long sigh. She knew the wild bird's secrete now. Slowly, she began her dangerous trip down the ancient pine tree. She did not dare to look down and tried to forget that her fingers hurt and her feet were bleeding. All she wanted to think about was what the stranger would say to her when she told him where to find the heron's nest.

As Sylvie climbed slowly down the pine tree, the stranger was waking up back the farm. He was smiling because he was sure from the way the shy little girl had looked at him that she had seen the white heron.

About an hour later Sylvie appeared. Both her grandmother and the young man stood up as she came into the kitchen. The splendid moment to speak about her secrete had come. But Sylvie was silent. Her grandmother was angry with her. 'Where had she been?' The young man's kind eyes looked deeply into Sylvie's own dark grey ones. He could give Sylvie and her grandmother ten dollars. He had promised to do this and they needed the money. Besides, Sylvie wanted to make him happy. But Sylvie was silent. She remembered how the white heron came flying through the golden air and how they watched the sun rise together from the top of the world. Sylvie could not speak. She could not tell the heron's secrete and give its life away.

The young man went away disappointed later that day. Sylvie was sad. She wanted to be his friend. He never returned. But many nights Sylvie heard the sound of his whistle as she came home with her grandmother's cow. Were the birds better friends than their hunter might have been? Who can know?

You have been listening to the story called 'The White Heron', written by Sarah Orne Jewett. It was adapted for Special English by Donna Desintise. Your narrator was Kay Gallant. Listen again next week at the same time for this Special English program of American Stories. This is Shep O'Neal.
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Homework Part IV

Sylvie gave a long sigh. She knew the wild bird's secrete now. Slowly, she began her dangerous trip down the ancient pine tree. She did not dare to look down and tried to forget that her fingers hurt and her feet were bleeding. All she wanted to think about was what the stranger would say to her when she told him where to find the heron's nest.

As Sylvie climbed slowly down the pine tree, the stranger was waking up back the farm. He was smiling because he was sure from the way the shy little girl had looked at him that she had seen the white heron.

About an hour later Sylvie appeared. Both her grandmother and the young man stood up as she came into the kitchen. The splendid moment to speak about her secrete had come. But Sylvie was silent. Her grandmother was angry with her. "Where had she been?" The young man's kind eyes looked deeply into Sylvie's own dark grey ones. He could give Sylvie and her grandmother ten dollars. He had promised to do this and they needed the money. Besides, Sylvie wanted to make him happy. But Sylvie was silent. She remembered how the white heron came flying through the golden air and how they watched the sun rise together from the top of the world. Sylvie could not speak. She could not tell the heron's secrete and give its life away.

The young man went away disappointed later that day. Sylvie was sad. She wanted to be his friend. He never returned. But many nights Sylvie heard the sound of his whistle as she came home with her grandmother's cow. Were the birds better friends than their hunter might have been? Who can know?

You have been listening to the story called "The White Heron", written by Sarah Orne Jewett. It was adapted for Special English by Donna Desintise. Your narrator was Kay Gallant. Listen again next week at the same time for this Special English program of American Stories. This is Shep O'Neal.

Perseverance can sometimes equal genius in its results

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Sylvie gave a long sigh. She knew the wild birds secret now. Slowly she began her dangerous trip down the ancient pine tree, she didn’t dare to look down and try to forget her fingers hurt and her feet were bleeding. Also she wanted to think about was what the stranger would see to her when she told him where to find the heron’s nest.

As Sylvie climbed slowly down the pine tree, the stranger was waking up back the farm. He was smiling because he was sure from the way the shy little girl had looked him that she had seen the white heron.

About an hour later, Sylvie appeared. Both her grandmother and young man stood up as she came into the kitchen. The splendid moment to speak about her secret had come. But Sylvie was silent. Her grandmother was angry with her. “Where has she been?”

The young man’s kind eyes looked deeply into Sylvie’s owe dark gray ones. He could give Sylvie and her grandmother 10 dollars. He had promised to do this. And they needed the money. Besides, Sylvie wanted to make him happy.

But Sylvie was silent. She remembered how the white heron came flying through the golden air and how they watched the sunrise together from the top of the world. Sylvie could not speak, she could not tell the heron’s secret and give its life away. The young man went away disappointed later that day. Sylvie was sad. She wanted to be his friend. He never returned.

But many nights Sylvie heard the sound of his whistle and she came home with grandmother’s cow. Were the birds better friends than their hunter might have been? Who can know?

You have been listening to the story called "The White Heron", written by Sarah Orne Jewett. It was adapted for Special English by Donna Desintise. Your narrator was Kay Gallant. Listen again next week at the same time for this Special English program of American Stories. This is Shep O'Neal.
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Story 4

Sylvie gave a long sigh. She knew the while birds secret now.

Slowly she began her dangerous trip down / pine tree. She did not dare to look down and tried to forget that her fingers hurt and her feet were bleeding. All she wanted to think about was what the stranger would say to her when she told him where to find the heron's nest.

As Sylvia climbed slowly down the pine tree, the stranger was wakening up, back to the farm. He was smiling because he was sure from the way the shy little girl had looked at him that she had seen the white heron.

About an hour later Sylvie appeared. Both her grandmother and young man stood up as she came into the kitchen. The splendid moment to speak about her secrete had come. But Sylvie was silent. Her grandmother was angry with her. "Where has she been?" The young man's kind eyes looked deeply into Sylvia's own dark gray ones. He could give Sylvie and her grandmother ten dollars. He had promised to do this. And they needed the money. Besides Sylvie wanted to make him happy.

But Sylvie was silent. She remembered how the white heron came flying through the golden air. And how they watched the sunrise together from the top of the world.

Sylvie could not speak, she could not tell the heron secrete and give its life away. The young man went away disappointed later that day. Sylvie was sad. She wanted to be his friend. He never returned. But many nights Sylvie heard the sound of his whistle as she came home with her grandmother's cow.

With birds, better friends, than their hunter might if been who can know.


You have been listening to the story called The White Heron, written by Sarah Orne Jewett. It was adopted for Special English by Donna Desintise. Your narrator was Kay Gallant. Listen again next week at the same time for this Special English program of American Stories. This is Shep O'Neal.
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Sylvie gave a long sign. She knew the wild bird’s secret now. Slowly, she began her dangerous trip down the ancient pine tree. She did not dare to look down and tried to forget that her fingers hurt and her feet were bleeding. All she wanted to think about was what the stranger would say to her when she told him why to find the heron’s nest.

As Sylvie climbed slowly down the pine tree, the stranger was waking up back at the farm. He was smiling, because he was sure from the way the shy little girl had looked at him that she had seen the white heron. About an hour later, Sylvie appeared. Both the young man her grandmother stood up as she came into the kitchen. The splendid moment of speaking her secret had come. But Sylvie was silent. Her grandmother was angry with her;” Where have you been?” the young man’s kind eyes looked deeply into Sylvie’s own dark grey ones. He could give Sylvie and her grandmother ten dollars. He had promised to do this and they needed the money. Besides, Sylvie wanted to make him happy. But Sylvie was silent. She remembered how the white heron came flying through the golden air and how they watched the sun rising together from the top of the world. Sylvie could not speak. She could not tell the heron’s secret and give its life away.

The young man went away, disappointed. Later that day, Sylvie was sad. She wanted to be his friend. He never returned. But many nights, Sylvie heard the sound of his resort and she came home with her grandmother’s cow. Were the birds better friends than the hunter might have been, who could know?
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 About an hour later, the girl appeared both the grandmother and the young man stranger stood up. And she came into the m kitchen. The spend land moment to speak about her secret had come. But Sophie was silent, her grandmother was angry with her” where has she been.” The younger man kind eyes look deeply into Sophie’s own dark green ones, He could give Sophie and her grandmother 10 dollars , he has promised to do this .and they needed the money. Besides, Sophie wants to make him happy. But sophiere was silence.

 She remembers the white Heron can fly in the golden air. How they watch the sunrise together from the top of the world. Sphiere could not speak. She could not tell the white Heron secret and gave the lives away.

 The young an went away with disappointment later than.sophiere was sad. She wants to be his friend, he never returns. But many nights sophiere heard the sound under his whistler, and she came home with her grandmother calls. With the birds, better friends the hunter might have been, who can know.
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Sylvie gave a long sign. She knew the wild bird’s secret now. Slowly, she began her dangerous trip down the ancient pine tree. She did not dare to look down and tried to forget that her fingers hurt and her feet were bleeding. All she wanted to think about was what the stranger would say to her when she told him why to find the heron’s nest.

As Sylvie climbed slowly down the pine tree, the stranger was waking up back at the farm. He was smiling, because he was sure from the way the shy little girl had looked at him that she had seen the white heron. About an hour later, Sylvie appeared. Both the young man her grandmother stood up as she came into the kitchen. The splendid moment to speak her secret had come. But Sylvie was silent. Her grandmother was angry with her;” Where has she been?” the young man’s kind eyes looked deeply into Sylvie’s own dark grey ones. He could give Sylvie and her grandmother ten dollars. He had promised to do this and they needed the money. Besides, Sylvie wanted to make him happy. But Sylvie was silent. She remembered how the white heron came flying through the golden air and how they watched the sun rising together from the top of the world. Sylvie could not speak. She could not tell the heron’s secret and give its life away.

The young man went away, disappointed. Later that day, Sylvie was sad. She wanted to be his friend. He never returned. But many nights, Sylvie heard the sound of his resort and she came home with her grandmother’s cow. Were the birds better friends than the hunter might have been, who could know?


HOMEWORK

Sylvie gave a long sigh, she knew wild birds secret now. Slowly she began her dangerous trip down the ancient pine tree. She didn’t dare look down, try to forget that her fingers hurt and her feet were bleeding. All she wanted to think about was what the stranger would see to her when she told him where it find the herons nests.

As Sylvie climbed slowly down the pine tree, the stranger was waiting up back the farm. He was smiling because he was sure on the way the shy little girl had looked him. That she had seen the white heron. About an hour later Sylvie appeared, both grandmother and young man stood up as she came into the kitchen. The splendid moment to speak about her secret had come, but Sylvie was silent. Her grandmother was angry with her. “Where has she been?” The young man’s kind eyes looked deeply into Sylvie’s dark gray ones. He could give Sylvie and grandmother the dollars, he had promised to do this. They needed the money. Besides, Sylvie wanted to make them happy, but Sylvie was silent. She remembered how the white heron came flying through the golden air, and how they watched sun rise together from the top of the world. Sylvie could not speak, she could not tell the herons’ secret and gave its life away.

The young man went away disappointed later that day. Sylvie was sad, she wanted be his friend, he never returned. But many nights Sylvie heard the sound his whistle as she came home with her grandmother’s cow. With birds, better friends than the hunter might be, who could know?

You have been listening to the story called: The White Heron, written by Sarah Orne Jewett. It was adapted for special English by Donna Desintise. Your narrator was Cake Land. Listen again next week get the same time for this special English program of American stories, this is Shep O’Neal.
Homework:

Sophie gave a long sight. She knew the wild bird’s secret now. Slowly, she began her dangerous trip down the ancient pine tree. She did not dare to look down and tried to forget that her fingers hurt and her feet were bleeding. All she wanted to think about was what the stranger would say to her when she told him where to find the heron’s myth.

As so he climbed slowly down the pine tree, the stranger was waking up back of the farm. He was smiling, because he was sure from the way the shy little girl had looked at him, as she had seen the white heron. About an hour later, Sophie appeared, both her grandmother and the young man stood up and she came into the kitchen. The splendid moment to speak about her secret had come.

But Sophie was silent. Her grandmother was angry with her, where has she been? The young man’s kind eyes looked deeply into Sophie’s own dark green ones. He could give Sophie and her grandmother 10 dollars. He had promised to do this, and they needed the money, besides, Sophie wanted to make him happy. But Sophie was silent. She remembered how the white heron came flying through the golden air, and how they watched the sunrise together from the top of the world. Sophie could not speak. She could not tell the heron secret, and give its life away.

The young man went away disappointed later that day. Sophie was sad. She wanted to be his friend. He never returned. But many nights, Sophie heard the sound of his whistle, as she came home with her grandmother’s cow. With the birds, that her friends, then their hunter might have been. Who can help?

You have been listening the story called the White Heron, written by S.J. it was adapted for Special English by D.D. your narrator was K.A. Listen again next week at the same time for this Special English Program of American Stories. This is S.O.
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Homework Part IV

Sylvie gave a long sigh. She knew the wild bird's secrete now. Slowly, she began her dangerous trip down the ancient pine tree. She did not dare to look down and tried to forget that her fingers hurt and her feet were bleeding. All she wanted to think about was what the stranger would say to her when she told him where to find the heron's nest.

As Sylvie climbed slowly down the pine tree, the stranger was waking up back the farm. He was smiling because he was sure from the way the shy little girl had looked at him that she had seen the white heron.

About an hour later Sylvie appeared. Both her grandmother and the young man stood up as she came into the kitchen. The splendid moment to speak about her secrete had come. But Sylvie was silent. Her grandmother was angry with her. "Where had she been?" The young man's kind eyes looked deeply into Sylvie's own dark grey ones. He could give Sylvie and her grandmother ten dollars. He had promised to do this and they needed the money. Besides, Sylvie wanted to make him happy. But Sylvie was silent. She remembered how the white heron came flying through the golden air and how they watched the sun rise together from the top of the world. Sylvie could not speak. She could not tell the heron's secrete and give its life away.

The young man went away disappointed later that day. Sylvie was sad. She wanted to be his friend. He never returned. But many nights Sylvie heard the sound of his whistle as she came home with her grandmother's cow. Were the birds better friends than their hunter might have been? Who can know?

You have been listening to the story called "The White Heron", written by Sarah Orne Jewett. It was adapted for Special English by Donna Desintise. Your narrator was Kay Gallant. Listen again next week at the same time for this Special English program of American Stories. This is Shep O'Neal.

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