<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800623127050953531</id><updated>2011-10-06T17:02:58.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light in the Forest</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog on the book by Conrad Richter</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800623127050953531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gpotratz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913973167193863370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800623127050953531.post-3168122205681574039</id><published>2010-09-10T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T09:31:39.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Four -  #2</title><content type='html'>In your own words, what is the message that Half Arrow tells True Son that his Indian father has sent Half Arrow to leave with True Son before these two part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think that True Son is thinking about as he wades across the river and leaves the other two Indian friends behind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/800623127050953531-3168122205681574039?l=gpotratz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/feeds/3168122205681574039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-four-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800623127050953531/posts/default/3168122205681574039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800623127050953531/posts/default/3168122205681574039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-four-2.html' title='Chapter Four -  #2'/><author><name>gpotratz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913973167193863370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800623127050953531.post-4205607324186873137</id><published>2010-09-10T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T09:27:36.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Four - #1</title><content type='html'>What did True Son, Half Arrow, and Little Crane say makes the whites as a race so "queer" or odd?&lt;br /&gt;Do all three of them feel about the white culture and the Bible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/800623127050953531-4205607324186873137?l=gpotratz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/feeds/4205607324186873137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-four-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800623127050953531/posts/default/4205607324186873137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800623127050953531/posts/default/4205607324186873137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-four-1.html' title='Chapter Four - #1'/><author><name>gpotratz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913973167193863370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800623127050953531.post-3842424274119817993</id><published>2010-09-10T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T09:27:21.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Three - Essay #2</title><content type='html'>Talk about the journey so far. How was True son kept company on the trip and what gift that was given to him from his home was the most appreciated. Why so you think that gift was so special? Can you think of an object you own that brings you those same kind of feelings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/800623127050953531-3842424274119817993?l=gpotratz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/feeds/3842424274119817993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-three-essay2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800623127050953531/posts/default/3842424274119817993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800623127050953531/posts/default/3842424274119817993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-three-essay2.html' title='Chapter Three - Essay #2'/><author><name>gpotratz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913973167193863370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800623127050953531.post-4779128558129814808</id><published>2010-09-10T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T09:19:24.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Three - Essay #1</title><content type='html'>Talk about what True son planned to do so that he would not have to go to Pennslyvannia with the troops and be returned to his real birth parents. Include how he planned to carry out this action and why he thought it would be a brave thing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/800623127050953531-4779128558129814808?l=gpotratz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/feeds/4779128558129814808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-three-essay-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800623127050953531/posts/default/4779128558129814808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800623127050953531/posts/default/4779128558129814808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-three-essay-1.html' title='Chapter Three - Essay #1'/><author><name>gpotratz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913973167193863370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800623127050953531.post-3643355245895207624</id><published>2010-09-09T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T09:17:31.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;Del Hardy, the white  soldier who speaks Lenni Lenape and is guarding the freed captives, does  not think he will return from this dangerous journey toward Fort Pitt.  The savages know this part of the country well and abound in it. He  refers to Indians as devils, savages, and Injuns, as if they are not  human beings as his culture is. Del believes the rescue  of these white  prisoners of the Indians is a freeing of them.&lt;br /&gt;True Son sees freedom  in a much different light. The frontier settlements, like the one they  are traveling toward, is not seen by True Son as freedom, but as  repression or restrictive. He does not want this freedom, but prefers  the Indian way of life where sleeping under the stars and living outside  provides his freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/800623127050953531-3643355245895207624?l=gpotratz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/feeds/3643355245895207624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800623127050953531/posts/default/3643355245895207624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800623127050953531/posts/default/3643355245895207624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-two.html' title='Chapter Two'/><author><name>gpotratz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913973167193863370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800623127050953531.post-2280627888394403888</id><published>2010-09-09T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T06:45:37.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter One</title><content type='html'>The main character of the book, True Son, has been taken from his Indian  family by the army of Cl. Bouquet around 1764. Having been adopted by  his Indian father at the age  of four when captured by the same, True  Son, now a fifteen year old, is powerless to control his destiny and  must leave the Lenni Lanape tribe and be returned to his white family.   Against all he has learned as an Indian, he shows emotion and can’t  control his anger as he is walked to the army post for the journey to  Fort Pitt by his father.&amp;nbsp; Cuyloga tells his adopted son to go and bring him  no shame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;a class="cssButton" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=800623127050953531&amp;amp;postID=2280627888394403888" id="publishButton" target=""&gt;Publish Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/800623127050953531-2280627888394403888?l=gpotratz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/feeds/2280627888394403888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800623127050953531/posts/default/2280627888394403888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800623127050953531/posts/default/2280627888394403888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpotratz.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-one.html' title='Chapter One'/><author><name>gpotratz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09913973167193863370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
