Gray Paulsen, Hatchet

For reading this week we got to read chapters 3 & 4.  For the activity we had a google drawing to all our tasks and I did find interesting parts of the story and write them down so I did that and put it on a google drawing.  This book is really good so far and interesting.

Going to die Brian thought. His whole brain screamed it in a sudden silence. He wiped his mouth with the back of his arm and held to nose down. The plane went into a glide, a very fast glide that ate altitude, and suddenly there weren’t any lakes. All he’d seen since they started flying over the forest was lakes and now they were gone. He desperately needed a lake right in front of the plane and all he say through the the windscreen were trees, green death trees. Not quite in front but slightly to the right he saw a lake. L-shaped with rounded corners, and the plane was nearly aimed at the long part of the L, coming from the bottom but heading to the top. He pushed right rudder pedal and the nose moved over. But the turn cost him speed and now the lake was above the nose. He pulled back on the wheel slightly and came up. This caused the plane to slow dramatically and almost seem to stop and wallow the air. The controls became very loose and frightened Brian, making him push the wheel back in. this increased the speed a bit but filled the windscreen once more with nothing but trees, and put the lake well above the nose and out of reach.  For a space of three or four seconds things seemed to hang, almost stop. The plane was flying, but so slowly, so slowly . . . it would never reach the lake. Brian looked out to the side and saw a small pond and at the edge of the pond some large animal - he thought moose - standing out in the water. All so small looking so stopped, the pond and the moose and the trees, as he slid over them now only three of four feet off the ground - all a picture. Then everything happened at once. Trees suddenly took on detail, filled his whole vision with green, and he knew he would hit and die, would die, but his luck held and just as he was to hit he came into an open lane, a channel of fallen trees, a wide place leading to the lake. The plane, committed now to landing, to crashing, fell into the wide place like a stone, and Brian eased back on the wheel and braced himself  for the crash. But there was a tiny bit of speed left and when he pulled on the wheel the nose came up and he saw in front the blue of the lake and at that instant the plane hit the trees. There was a great wrenching at the wings caught the pines of the clearing and broke back. Then the wild crashing sound, ripping of metal, and the plane rolled to the right and blew through the trees, out over the water and down, down slam into the lake, skip once on water as hard as concrete, water that tore the windscreen out and shattered to the side windows, water that dove him back into his seat. Someone screamed tight of fear and pain.