Narrative Fiction- English
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Dorothy lived in the midst of the Great Kansas Prairies with Uncle Henry who was a farmer and mm who was the farmer's wife. Their house was small for the lumber to build. It had to be carried by wagon. Many miles, there were four walls, a floor and a roof which made one room. And this room contained a rusty looking cook stove, a cupboard with the dishes, a table, three or four chairs and the beds, Uncle Henry and Aunt em had a big bed in one corner and Dorothy a little bed in another corner. There was no Garrett at all and no cellar except for a small hole dug in the ground called a cyclone cellar where the family could go in case one of those great whirlwinds arose mighty enough to crush any building in its path. It was reached by a trap door in the middle of the floor from which the ladder led down into the small dark hole. When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the Great Gray Prairie on every side. Not a tree nor a house broke the broad sweep of flat country that reached to the edge of the sky in all directions. The sun had baked the plowed land into a gray mass with little cracks running through it. Even the grass was not green for the sun had burned the tops of the long blades until they were the same gray color to be seen everywhere. Once the house had been painted, but the sun blistered the paint and the rain washed it away and now the house was as dull and gray as everything else. When Aunt Ann came here to live, she was a young pretty wife, the son and win changed her too. They had taken the sparkle from her eye and left them a sober gray. They had taken the red from her cheeks and lips and they were gray also. She was thin and gaunt and never smiled.