Матеріали для Нової української школи 1 клас - планування, розробки уроків, дидактичні та методичні матеріали, підручники та зошити

Підручник Англійська мова 9 клас для спеціалізованих шкіл з поглибленим вивченням англійської мови - Л.В. Калініна - Генеза 2017 рік

Unit 2. Nature around us

2.6. Text Files

a) Before you read

You are going to read the story “The Trumpet of the Swan” by E.B. White.

Do some pre-reading activities which will help you to understand the text better.

• Content Anticipation

The character of the story liked to explore. What in your opinion did the boy like to explore? If you have a chance, what and where would you like to explore?

• Language Anticipation

Think and decide what any explorer would be able to do. Write 5-8 ideas.

• Cultural Anticipation

The character of the story lives in Canada. Discuss the places in Canada that may be good for exploring.


Look at the picture and try to predict what the story may be about.

b) While you read

Read the jumbled list of events from the story and place them in their correct sequence.

• The female swan was sitting on eggs and the male glided slowly back and father quarding her.

• The boy decided to go to the swans again next day.

• Sam was travelling through the wild swamp, which was a dangerous place.

Sam asked his father if they would come back in 35 days.

• Sam decided to tell his father about his finding.

• The boy hoped to see little swans in 35 days and he wrote about it in his diary.

• Canada is a big place with many woods and swamps.

• The father asked the boy to be careful while exploring.

• Sam enjoyed his life on his father’s cattle ranch, but the thing he enjoyed most in life was the camping trips in Canada with his father.

• Today Sam was lucky to see the nest of a trumpeter Swan.


Walking back to camp through the swamp, Sam wondered whether to tell his father what he had seen.

“I know one thing,” he said to himself. “I’m going back to that little pond again tomorrow. And I’d like to go alone. If I tell my father what I saw today, he will want to go with me. I’m not sure that’s a very good idea”.

Sam was eleven. His last name was Beaver. He was strong for his age and had black hair and dark eyes like an Indian. Sam walked like an Indian, too, putting one foot straight in front of the other and making very little noise. The swamp through which he was travelling was a wild place — there was no trial, and it was boggy underfoot, which made walking difficult. Every four or five minutes Sam took his compass out of his pocket and checked his course to make sure he was headed in a westerly direction. Canada is a big place. Much of it is wilderness. To get lost in the woods and swamps of western Canada would be a serious matter.

As he trudged on, the boy’s mind was full of the wonder of what he had seen. Not many people in the world have seen the nest of a Trumpeter Swan. Sam had found one on the lonely pond on this day in spring. He had seen the two great white birds with their long white necks and black bills. Nothing he had ever seen before in all his life had made him feel quite the way he felt, on that wild little pond, in the presence of those two enormous swans. They were so much bigger than any bird he had ever seen before. The nest was big, too - a mound of sticks and grasses. The female was sitting on eggs: the male glided slowly back and forth, guarding her.

When Sam reached camp, tired and hungry, he found his father frying a couple of fish for lunch.

“Where have you been?” asked Mr. Beaver.

“Exploring,” replied Sam. “I walked over to a pond about a mile and a half from here. It’s the one we see from the air as we’re coming in. It isn’t much of a place - nowhere near as big as this lake we’re on.”

“Did you see anything over there?” asked his father.

“Well,” said Sam, “it’s a swampy pond. And it’s hard to get to - you have to cross a swamp.”

“See anything?’ repeated Mr Beaver.

I saw a muskrat,” said Sam, “and a few Red-winged Blackbirds.”

“Sam,” he said, “I know you like to go exploring. But don’t forget - these woods and marshes are not like the country around home in Montana. If you ever go over to that pond again, be careful you don’t get lost. I don’t like you crossing swamps. You could step into a soggy place and there wouldn’t be anybody to pull you out.”

“I’ll be careful,” said Sam. He knew perfectly well he would be going back to the pond where the swans were. And he had no intention of getting lost in the woods. He felt relieved that he had not told his father about seeing the swans. And he liked being alone, particularly when he was in the woods. He enjoyed the life on his father’s cattle ranch in the Sweet Grass country in Montana.

But the thing he enjoyed most in life was these camping trips in Canada with his father. Mrs Beaver didn’t care for the woods, so she seldom went along - it was usually just Sam and Mr Beaver. They would motor to the border and cross into Canada. There Mr Beaver would hire a bush pilot to fly them to the lake where his camp was, for a few days of fishing and loafing and exploring. Sam did the exploring. And then the pilot would return to take them out.

These were the pleasantest days of Sam’s life, these days in the woods, far, far from everywhere - no automobiles, no roads, no people, no noise, no school, no homework, no problems, except the problem of getting lost. And, of course, the problem of what to be when he grew up. Every boy has that problem.

After supper that evening, Sam and his father sat for a while on the porch. Sam was reading a bird book.

“Pop,” said Sam, “do you think we’ll be coming back to camp again about a month from now - I mean, in about thirty-five days or something like that?”

“I guess so,” replied Mr Beaver. “I certainly hope so. But why thirty-five days? What’s so special about thirty-five days?”

“Oh, nothing,” said Sam. “I just thought it might be very nice around here in thirty-five days.”

Sam went indoors. He knew a lot about birds, and he knew it would take a swan about thirty-five days to hatch her eggs. He hoped he could be at the pond to see the young ones when they came out of the eggs.

Sam kept a diary - a daybook about his life. It was just a cheap notebook that was always by his bed.

On the day he found the swan’s nest, this is what Sam wrote in his diary: “I saw a pair of trumpeter swans today on a small pond east of camp. The female has a nest with eggs in it. I saw three, but I’m going to put four in the picture - I think she was laying another one. This is the greatest discovery I ever made in my entire life.”

Sam closed his notebook, undressed and lay there with his eyes closed. In a few minutes he was asleep.

c) After you read


Sam had a very interesting hobby. What do you think of it? Do you approve or disapprove of his sayings and doings?


Imagine you have a chance to talk to Sam. What questions would you like to discuss with this Canadian boy?

Group discussion

Sam tried to protect the rare swans the way he could. Discuss what people round the world must do to protect nature and environment.


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