Contemporary Indigenous American
Voices Edgenuity updated questions and
answers guaranteed success graded a+
Read the excerpt from Leslie Marmon Silko's story "The Man to
Send Rain Clouds."
The priest stared down at his scuffed brown loafers and the
worn hem of his cassock. "For a Christian burial it was
necessary. "His voice was distant, and Leon thought that his
blue eyes looked tired. "It's O.K., Father, we just want him to
have plenty of water. "The priest sank down into the green chair
and picked up a glossy missionary magazine. He turned the
colored pages full of lepers and pagans without looking at
them. "You know I can't do that, Leon. There should have been
the Last Rites and a funeral Mass at the very least. "Leon put
on his green cap and pulled the flaps down over his ears. "It's
getting late, Father. I've got to go."
Read the excerpt from Leslie Marmon Silko's story "The Man to
Send Rain Clouds."
His fingers were stiff, and it took him a long time to twist the lid
off the holy water. Drops of water fell on the red blanket and
soaked into dark icy spots. He sprinkled the grave and the
water disappeared almost before it touched the dim, cold sand;
it reminded him of something—he tried to remember what it
was, because he thought if he could remember he might
understand this. He sprinkled more water; he shook the
container until it was empty, and the water fell through the light
from sundown like August rain that fell while the sun was still
Voices Edgenuity updated questions and
answers guaranteed success graded a+
Read the excerpt from Leslie Marmon Silko's story "The Man to
Send Rain Clouds."
The priest stared down at his scuffed brown loafers and the
worn hem of his cassock. "For a Christian burial it was
necessary. "His voice was distant, and Leon thought that his
blue eyes looked tired. "It's O.K., Father, we just want him to
have plenty of water. "The priest sank down into the green chair
and picked up a glossy missionary magazine. He turned the
colored pages full of lepers and pagans without looking at
them. "You know I can't do that, Leon. There should have been
the Last Rites and a funeral Mass at the very least. "Leon put
on his green cap and pulled the flaps down over his ears. "It's
getting late, Father. I've got to go."
Read the excerpt from Leslie Marmon Silko's story "The Man to
Send Rain Clouds."
His fingers were stiff, and it took him a long time to twist the lid
off the holy water. Drops of water fell on the red blanket and
soaked into dark icy spots. He sprinkled the grave and the
water disappeared almost before it touched the dim, cold sand;
it reminded him of something—he tried to remember what it
was, because he thought if he could remember he might
understand this. He sprinkled more water; he shook the
container until it was empty, and the water fell through the light
from sundown like August rain that fell while the sun was still
