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An excerpt from "A Message From The Sea" by Charles Dickens
- Cloze

Activity set by Daniel Baldry

First, do these activities: verbs, nouns, and other. Then, do this Cloze. Listen to the MP3 recording if necessary: MP3. Fill in all the gaps with the missing words, then press "Check" to check your answers. Use the "Hint" button to get a free letter if an answer is giving you trouble. Click the this button again for another letter. Note that you will lose points if you ask for hints! Finally, do the Quiz.

Primero, haz las actividades de vocabulario. Luego escucha la grabación si es necesario. Rellena los espacios en blanco con las palabras que faltan. Haz click en "Check" para comprobar tus aciertos. Si te resulta difícil la respuesta utiliza el botón "Hint" y te revelará una letra de la casilla en la que te encuentres, puedes clickear varias veces en "Hint" y te dará cada vez una letra más de la palabra. Para obtener ayuda también puedes clickear en el botón "[?]" y te dará una pista. Perderás puntos con las pistas. Luego haz el Cloze y el Quiz.


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An excerpt from A Message From The Sea by Charles Dickens

Chapter I. The Village
"And a mighty sing'lar and pretty place it is, as ever I saw in all the days of my life!" said Captain Jorgan, looking up at it.

Captain Jorgan had to look high to look at it, for the village was built up the face of a steep and lofty cliff . There was no road in it, there was no wheeled vehicle in it, there was not a level yard in it. From the sea-beach to the cliff-top two irregular of white houses, placed opposite to one another, and here and there, and there and here, rose, like the sides of a long succession of of crooked ladders, and you climbed up the village or climbed down the village by the between, some six feet wide or so, and made of sharp irregular stones. The old pack- saddle, long laid aside in most parts of England as one of the appendages of its infancy, here intact. Strings of pack- horses and pack-donkeys slowly up the staves of the ladders, bearing fish, and coal, and such other cargo as was unshipping at the from the dancing fleet of village boats, and from two or three little coasting traders. As the beasts of burden ascended , or descended light, they got so lost at intervals in the floating clouds of village smoke, that they seemed to down some of the village chimneys, and come to the surface again far off, high above others. No two houses in the village were alike, in chimney, size, shape, door, window, , roof-tree, anything. The sides of the ladders were musical with water, running clear and bright. The staves were musical with the feet of the pack-horses and pack-donkeys, and the voices of the fishermen them up, mingled with the voices of the fishermen's wives and their many children. The pier was musical with the wash of the sea, the creaking of and windlasses, and the airy fluttering of little and sails. The rough, sea-bleached boulders of which the pier was made, and the whiter of the shore, were brown with drying nets. The red-brown cliffs, richly wooded to their extremest verge, had their softened and beautiful forms reflected in the bluest water, under the clear North Devonshire sky of a November day without a cloud. The village itself was so steeped in autumnal foliage, from the houses lying on the pier to the round of the topmost ladder, that one might have fancied it was out a bird's- nesting, and was (as indeed it was) a wonderful climber. And mentioning birds, the place was not without some music from them too; for the rook was very busy on the higher levels, and the with his flapping wings was fishing in the bay, and the little robin was hopping among the great stone blocks and iron rings of the , fearless in the faith of his ancestors, and the Children in the Wood.

Thus it came to pass that Captain Jorgan, sitting balancing himself on the pier-wall, struck his leg with his open hand, as some men do when they are --and as he always did when he was pleased--and said, -
"A mighty sing'lar and pretty place it is, as ever I saw in all the days of my life!"

Captain Jorgan had not been through the village, but had come down to the pier by a side-road, to have a preliminary look at it from the level of his own natural element. He had seen many things and places, and had stowed them all away in a intellect and a vigorous memory. He was an American born, was Captain Jorgan,--a New-Englander,--but he was a citizen of the world, and a combination of most of the best qualities of most of its best countries.

For Captain Jorgan to sit anywhere in his long-skirted blue coat and blue trousers, without holding converse with everybody within speaking distance, was a impossibility. So the captain fell to talking with the fishermen, and to asking them knowing questions about the fishery, and the tides, and the currents, and the race of water off that point , and what you kept in your eye, and got into a line with what else when you ran into the little ; and other nautical profundities. Among the men who exchanged ideas with the captain was a young fellow, who exactly hit his fancy,--a young fisherman of two or three and twenty, in the rough sea-dress of his , with a brown face, dark curling hair, and bright, modest eyes under his Sou'wester hat, and with a frank, but simple and retiring manner, which the captain found uncommonly . "I'd bet a thousand dollars," said the captain to himself, "that your father was an honest man!"