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the story of callan

by kate chopin

cavend by kate chopin is a short story

about a girl

she lived in a rural place without any

traces of civilization

this place was located near the railway

and once the train stopped near her

house unexpectedly

the author described the passengers

through the eyes of the little girl

let us begin the story

the sun was just far enough in the west

to send inviting shadows

in the center of a small field and in

the shade of a haystack which was there

a girl lay sleeping she had slept long

and soundly

when something awoke her as suddenly as

if it had been a blow

she opened her eyes and stared a moment

up in the cloudless sky

she yawned and stretched her long brown

legs and arms

lazily then she arose never minding the

bits of straw

that clung to her black hair to her red

bodice

and the blue cotonate skirt that did not

reach her naked ankles

the log cabin in which she dwelt with

her parents was just outside the

enclosure in which she had been

sleeping beyond was a small clearing

that did duty as a cotton field

all else was dense wood except the long

stretch that curved round the brow of a

hill

and in which glittered the steel rails

of the texas and pacific

road when

cannon emerged from the shadow she saw a

long train of passenger coaches standing

in view

where they must have stopped abruptly it

was that sudden stopping which had

awakened her

for such a thing had not happened before

within her recollection

and she looked stupid at first with

astonishment

there seemed to be something wrong with

the engine

and some of the passengers who

dismounted went forward to investigate

the trouble

others came strolling along in the

direction of the cabin

where cannon stood under an old knolled

mulberry tree

staring her father had halted his new at

the end of the cotton row

and still staring also leaning upon his

plow

there were ladies in the party they

walked awkwardly in their high-heeled

boots over the rough

uneven ground and held up their skirts

mentally

they talk parasols over their shoulders

and

laughed him moderately at the funny

things which their masculine companions

were saying

they tried to talk to cannon but could

not understand the french patois with

which she answered them

one of the men a pleasant-faced

youngster

drew a sketchbook from his pocket and

began to make a picture of the girl

she stayed motionless her hands behind

her

and her wide eyes fixed earnestly upon

him

before he had finished there was a

summons from the train

and all went scampering hurriedly away

the engine screeched it sent a few laser

puffs into the still air

and in another moment or two had

vanished bearing its human cargo with it

cannon could not feel the same after

that

she looked with new and strange interest

upon the trains of

cars that passed so swiftly back and

forth across her vision

each day and wondered whences people

came

and whether they were going

her mother and father could not tell her

except to say

that they came from loin law bars and

were going to you say tier q

too one day she walked miles down the

track

to talk with the old flatman who stayed

down there by the big water tank

yes he knew those people came from the

great cities in the north

and were going to the city in the south

he knew all about the city

it was a grand place he had lived there

once

his sister lived there now and she would

be glad enough

to have so fine a girl is calling to

help her cook and scrub

and tend the babies and he thought

cannon might earn as much as five

dollars a month

in the city

so she went in a new coat on aid

and her sunday shoes with a sacrally

guarded straw

that the flatman sent to his sister

the woman lived in a tiny stuccoed house

with green blinds and three wooden steps

leading down to the bonquette

there seemed to be hundreds like it

along the street

over the housetops loom the tall masts

of ships

and the home of the french market could

be heard on a still morning

callin was at first bewildered she had

to readjust

all her preconceptions to fit the

reality of it

the flatman's sister was a kind and

gentle task mistress

at the end of a week or two she wanted

to know how the girl liked it all

callan liked it very well for it was

pleasant

on sunday afternoons to stroll with the

children

under the great solemn sugar sheds or to

sit upon the compressed cotton bales

watching the stately steamers the

graceful

boats and noisy little tugs that ply the

waters of the mississippi

and it fooled her with agreeable

excitement to go to the french market

where the hanson gascon butchers were

eager to present their compliments

and little sunday bouquets to the pretty

acadian girl

and to throw fistfuls of lignia up into

her basket

when the woman asked her again after

another week

if she was still pleased she was not so

sure

and again when she questioned calling

the girl turned away

and went to sit behind a big yellow

cistern

to cry unobserved for she knew now that

it was not the great city

and his crowds of people she had so

eagerly sought

but the pleasant-faced boy who had made

her picture that day under the mulberry

tree

and that is the tale of callin by kate

chopin

the end you might also

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death comes across a giant and is badly

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the young man comes across the beaten

down death

and helps him up the grateful death

promises the young man that

though he cannot spare a young man when

the time comes he will send messengers

beforehand

to warn the young man of his death

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