Boy's Sister example essay topic

HU 142 03-08-05 OUT and OUT The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it. And from there those that lifted eyes could count Five mountain ranges one behind the other Under the sunset far into Vermont. And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled, As it ran light, or had to bear a load. And nothing happened: day was all but done. Call it a day, so they said To please the boy by giving him the half hour That a boy counts so much when saved from work. His sister stood beside them in her apron To tell them 'Supper.

' At the word, As to put the saw down to rest As the saw knew what "supper" meant The saw, leaped out at the boy's hand, or seemed to leap He must have given it a flick of the hand. However it was, The saw met its final lay at rest on the arm of the girl. The boy's first outcry was a rueful laugh, As his sister remained silent as if nothing was of big matters As he froze in astonishment of what had just occurred, Half in appeal, but half as if to keep His sister's life from spilling. Then the boy saw all Since he was old enough to know, big boy Doing a man's work, though a child at heart He could not bear to see what the saw has done. It was not his doing; but the saw, Or was it him that caused this atrocity?

Why was he given the half hour? Why couldn't they let him work into the evening? It was not his fault, His sister screamed "supper" to him. He saw all spoiled. 'Don't them see who has done this The doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!' Sister could not comprehend what has become of the boy, But the raising was done, and the outcome was the boy.

What would happen to him? Not his sister, but to him? The doctor put him in the dark of ether. All attention was to be given to the boy's sister. He cannot allow this to be his fault.

He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath. He paced to and fro, thinking, thinking, Of what to do, what to say now. And then-the watcher of the girl's pulse took fright. No one believed. They listened at her heart. "It is not me" he screamed, "not me!" Little-less-nothing! and that ended it.

No more to build on there. And to the boy, since the boy Was not the one dead, turned to his affairs. Not me to blame. No, no, not me of course.

Her, yes her, she screamed "supper!" She died of her own causes that evening. They, yes they let me go shy of the hour. The girl's life has ended, Though to him; it was his life, his future What to be said and determined. All up to him now.

Conscience was not a factor, He was to be in the right. Questioning lasted into eternity, No matter what was asked, he was not the problem. His sister was the result of her own actions. Him; an innocent bystander. His mind turned to turmoil, They pressured him into hiding. He could not be found, To be found was to be caught, He was not to be caught.