A crowd of people surged in to the Eighth Avenue express at

59th Street. By elbowing other passengers in the back, by

pushing and heaving, they forced their bodies into the coaches,

making room for themselves where no room had existed before.

As the train gathered speed for the long [u]run[/u] to 125th Street,

the passengers settled down into small private worlds, thus

creating the illusion of space between them and their fellow

passengers. The worlds were built up behind newspapers and

magazines, behind closed eyes or while staring at the

varicolored show cards that bordered the coaches.



[b]Why was it difficult to get on the

train? [/b]

A crowd of people surged in to the Eighth Avenue express at

59th Street. By elbowing other passengers in the back, by

pushing and heaving, they forced their bodies into the coaches,

making room for themselves where no room had existed before.

As the train gathered speed for the long [u]run[/u] to 125th Street,

the passengers settled down into small private worlds, thus

creating the illusion of space between them and their fellow

passengers. The worlds were built up behind newspapers and

magazines, behind closed eyes or while staring at the

varicolored show cards that bordered the coaches.



[b]The newspapers helped the

passengers[/b]

A crowd of people surged in to the Eighth Avenue express at

59th Street. By elbowing other passengers in the back, by

pushing and heaving, they forced their bodies into the coaches,

making room for themselves where no room had existed before.

As the train gathered speed for the long [u]run[/u] to 125th Street,

the passengers settled down into small private worlds, thus

creating the illusion of space between them and their fellow

passengers. The worlds were built up behind newspapers and

magazines, behind closed eyes or while staring at the

varicolored show cards that bordered the coaches.



[b]Staring at the show cards served the

same purpose as[/b]

A crowd of people surged in to the Eighth Avenue express at

59th Street. By elbowing other passengers in the back, by

pushing and heaving, they forced their bodies into the coaches,

making room for themselves where no room had existed before.

As the train gathered speed for the long [u]run[/u] to 125th Street,

the passengers settled down into small private worlds, thus

creating the illusion of space between them and their fellow

passengers. The worlds were built up behind newspapers and

magazines, behind closed eyes or while staring at the

varicolored show cards that bordered the coaches.



[b]In this passage, the word [u]run[/u] means[/b]

In later life, John Quincy Adams recalled an incident

typical of his mother Abigail's bravery and resourcefulness.

In 1775 British troops from Boston were advancing on

Braintree, searching for rebel arsenals. All day neighbors

traveled the road in front of the Adams' farmhouse,

retreating from the expected attack. Abigail was alone in

her home with her children. When rebel troops arrived,

they advised Abigail to flee. Instead she stayed, handing

over all her precious pewter to the rebels, helping them melt

down the metal for bullets. The rebel soldiers departed, and

Abigail remained, expecting the worst but refusing to give

in to the panic that possessed some of her neighbors.

"Do you wonder," wrote her son, "that a boy of seven who

witnessed this scene is a patriot?"



[b]The neighbors who passed the Adams'

house were trying to[/b]