Read the text and do the task. Fill in each gap with an appropriate phrase from the list. Write the appropriate letter in the gap. There are more phrases than gaps.
My father was, I am sure, (1) to be a cheerful, kindly man. Until he was thirty-four years old he worked as a farm hand for a man named Thomas Butterworth whose place lay near the town of Bidwell, Ohio. He had then a horse of his own and on Saturday evenings drove into town to spend a few hours (2) with other farm hands. In town he drank several glasses of beer and stood about in Ben Head’s saloon – crowded on Saturday evenings with visiting farm hands. Songs were sung and glasses thumped on the bar. At ten o’clock father drove home along a lonely country road, made his horse comfortable for the night and himself went to bed, quite happy in his position in life. He had at that time no notion of trying (3) .
It was in the spring of his fifty-fifth year that father married my mother, then a country school teacher, and in the following spring I came wriggling and crying (4) . Something happened to the two people. They became ambitious. The American passion for (5) took possession of them.
It may have been that mother was responsible. Being a school teacher she had no doubt read books and magazines. She had, I presume, read of how Garfield, Lincoln, and other Americans rose (6) and as I lay beside her – in the days of her lying-in – she may have dreamed that I would some day (7) . At any rate she induced father to give up his place as a farm hand, sell his horse and embark on (8) . She was a tall silent woman with a long nose and troubled gray
eyes. For herself she wanted nothing. For father and myself she was (9) .
eyes. For herself she wanted nothing. For father and myself she was (9) .
The first venture into which the two people went turned out badly. They rented ten acres of poor stony land on Grigg’s Road, eight miles from Bidwell, and launched into chicken raising. I grew into boyhood on the place and got my first impressions of life there. From the beginning they were impressions of disaster and if, in my turn, I am a gloomy man inclined to see (10) , I attribute it to the fact what should have been for me the happy joyous days of childhood were spent on a chicken farm.
(from “The Egg” by Sherwood Anderson)
A into the world
B rule men and cities
C intended by nature
C intended by nature
D in social intercourse
E to rise in the world
F an independent enterprise of his own
G farm hands’ attitude
H getting up in the world
I the darker side of life
J incurably ambitious
K from poverty to fame and greatness
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