Hatchet (ch.6-8) - Figurative Language

At one time in the far past it had been scooped by something, probably a glacier, and this scooping had left a kind of sideways bowl, back in under a ledge. (p.57)

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Hot little jets of hate worked into his thoughts... (p.61)

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There were tall pines, the kind with no limbs until very close to the top, with a gentle breeze sighing in them... (p.62)

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...sleep was slow coming and did not finally settle in until the evening cool turned to night cool and the mosquitoes slowed. (p.66)

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Here the trees were not all the way down but twisted and snapped off halfway up from the ground, so their tops were all down and rotted and gone, leaving the snags poking into the sky like broken teeth. (p.73)

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...the rain roared down in sheets. (p.77)

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When he held the jacket up and looked beneath it he saw a stream of red liquid.  He put a finger in it and found it to be sweet and tangy, like pop without the fizz... (p.77)

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...his leg was instantly torn with pain, as if a hundred needles had been driven into it. (p.80)

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He wiped his mouth and tried to move his leg, which had stiffened like wood. (p.84)

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It was his first good luck.
No, he thought.  He had good luck in the landing.  But this was good luck as well, luck he needed. (p.58)

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