WorksheetsGrade 5 Comprehension
Total questions: 10
Worksheet time: 50mins
Read the passage carefully and answer the question which come after it.
It is easy to talk about crossing a river, and when I look at the line on the map which represents that river I crossed, I am amazed that such a small thing should once have caused me such great fear. Yet I have rarely faced a job I liked so little as that one. The river ran yellow and slow under a clear moon. On this side, a thick growth of bush clothed the river bank, but on the other side I could see a swamp and tall grasses. The distance across was no more than fifty yards but I would have swum a mile more readily in deep, clear water. The place smelt of crocodiles.
I prepared to enter the river. I held my gun between my teeth, and with a prayer to God slipped into the muddy waters. I swam in the wild way of beginner. The current was not strong and the water was moderately warm; but I seemed to go very slowly, and I was cold with fear. In the middle, the river suddenly shallowed, and my chest hit against a mud-bank. I though it was a crocodile, and in my confusion the pistol dropped from my mouth and disappeared.
I walked a few steps, then came into deep water again. Almost before I knew it, I had reached the opposite bank. With feverish haste I scrambled up to the hard soil. I was across, but, alas, I had lost my only weapon.
Question: Why is the writer amazed when he looks at the map?
That line are used to represent rivers
That rivers are so easy to cross
That he was once so terrified by the river shown on the map
That the lines are so small
Read the passage carefully and answer the question which come after it.
It is easy to talk about crossing a river, and when I look at the line on the map which represents that river I crossed, I am amazed that such a small thing should once have caused me such great fear. Yet I have rarely faced a job I liked so little as that one. The river ran yellow and slow under a clear moon. On this side, a thick growth of bush clothed the river bank, but on the other side I could see a swamp and tall grasses. The distance across was no more than fifty yards but I would have swum a mile more readily in deep, clear water. The place smelt of crocodiles.
I prepared to enter the river. I held my gun between my teeth, and with a prayer to God slipped into the muddy waters. I swam in the wild way of beginner. The current was not strong and the water was moderately warm; but I seemed to go very slowly, and I was cold with fear. In the middle, the river suddenly shallowed, and my chest hit against a mud-bank. I though it was a crocodile, and in my confusion the pistol dropped from my mouth and disappeared.
I walked a few steps, then came into deep water again. Almost before I knew it, I had reached the opposite bank. With feverish haste I scrambled up to the hard soil. I was across, but, alas, I had lost my only weapon.
Question: The river was __________
narrow and muddy
broad and swift-flowing
sunlit and pleasant
deep and black
Read the passage carefully and answer the question which come after it.
It is easy to talk about crossing a river, and when I look at the line on the map which represents that river I crossed, I am amazed that such a small thing should once have caused me such great fear. Yet I have rarely faced a job I liked so little as that one. The river ran yellow and slow under a clear moon. On this side, a thick growth of bush clothed the river bank, but on the other side I could see a swamp and tall grasses. The distance across was no more than fifty yards but I would have swum a mile more readily in deep, clear water. The place smelt of crocodiles.
I prepared to enter the river. I held my gun between my teeth, and with a prayer to God slipped into the muddy waters. I swam in the wild way of beginner. The current was not strong and the water was moderately warm; but I seemed to go very slowly, and I was cold with fear. In the middle, the river suddenly shallowed, and my chest hit against a mud-bank. I though it was a crocodile, and in my confusion the pistol dropped from my mouth and disappeared.
I walked a few steps, then came into deep water again. Almost before I knew it, I had reached the opposite bank. With feverish haste I scrambled up to the hard soil. I was across, but, alas, I had lost my only weapon.
Question: What time was it?
Early morning
Mid-day
Night
Afternoon
Read the passage carefully and answer the question which come after it.
It is easy to talk about crossing a river, and when I look at the line on the map which represents that river I crossed, I am amazed that such a small thing should once have caused me such great fear. Yet I have rarely faced a job I liked so little as that one. The river ran yellow and slow under a clear moon. On this side, a thick growth of bush clothed the river bank, but on the other side I could see a swamp and tall grasses. The distance across was no more than fifty yards but I would have swum a mile more readily in deep, clear water. The place smelt of crocodiles.
I prepared to enter the river. I held my gun between my teeth, and with a prayer to God slipped into the muddy waters. I swam in the wild way of beginner. The current was not strong and the water was moderately warm; but I seemed to go very slowly, and I was cold with fear. In the middle, the river suddenly shallowed, and my chest hit against a mud-bank. I though it was a crocodile, and in my confusion the pistol dropped from my mouth and disappeared.
I walked a few steps, then came into deep water again. Almost before I knew it, I had reached the opposite bank. With feverish haste I scrambled up to the hard soil. I was across, but, alas, I had lost my only weapon.
Question: Where was the writer before he crossed the river?
Standing in the swamp
Hiding behind the tall grasses.
Facing the bushes
On the bush-covered bank of the river
Read the passage carefully and answer the question which come after it.
It is easy to talk about crossing a river, and when I look at the line on the map which represents that river I crossed, I am amazed that such a small thing should once have caused me such great fear. Yet I have rarely faced a job I liked so little as that one. The river ran yellow and slow under a clear moon. On this side, a thick growth of bush clothed the river bank, but on the other side I could see a swamp and tall grasses. The distance across was no more than fifty yards but I would have swum a mile more readily in deep, clear water. The place smelt of crocodiles.
I prepared to enter the river. I held my gun between my teeth, and with a prayer to God slipped into the muddy waters. I swam in the wild way of beginner. The current was not strong and the water was moderately warm; but I seemed to go very slowly, and I was cold with fear. In the middle, the river suddenly shallowed, and my chest hit against a mud-bank. I though it was a crocodile, and in my confusion the pistol dropped from my mouth and disappeared.
I walked a few steps, then came into deep water again. Almost before I knew it, I had reached the opposite bank. With feverish haste I scrambled up to the hard soil. I was across, but, alas, I had lost my only weapon.
Question: Why did he hold his fun between his teeth?
so that he could say a prayer to God
To prevent it becoming wet in the river
In order to shoot a crocodile.
To help him to float on the water
Read the passage carefully and answer the question which come after it.
It is easy to talk about crossing a river, and when I look at the line on the map which represents that river I crossed, I am amazed that such a small thing should once have caused me such great fear. Yet I have rarely faced a job I liked so little as that one. The river ran yellow and slow under a clear moon. On this side, a thick growth of bush clothed the river bank, but on the other side I could see a swamp and tall grasses. The distance across was no more than fifty yards but I would have swum a mile more readily in deep, clear water. The place smelt of crocodiles.
I prepared to enter the river. I held my gun between my teeth, and with a prayer to God slipped into the muddy waters. I swam in the wild way of beginner. The current was not strong and the water was moderately warm; but I seemed to go very slowly, and I was cold with fear. In the middle, the river suddenly shallowed, and my chest hit against a mud-bank. I though it was a crocodile, and in my confusion the pistol dropped from my mouth and disappeared.
I walked a few steps, then came into deep water again. Almost before I knew it, I had reached the opposite bank. With feverish haste I scrambled up to the hard soil. I was across, but, alas, I had lost my only weapon.
Question: Why did he swim badly?
The current carried him off his course
The water was too warm
He was cold with fear.
The river was too shallow
Read the passage carefully and answer the question which come after it.
It is easy to talk about crossing a river, and when I look at the line on the map which represents that river I crossed, I am amazed that such a small thing should once have caused me such great fear. Yet I have rarely faced a job I liked so little as that one. The river ran yellow and slow under a clear moon. On this side, a thick growth of bush clothed the river bank, but on the other side I could see a swamp and tall grasses. The distance across was no more than fifty yards but I would have swum a mile more readily in deep, clear water. The place smelt of crocodiles.
I prepared to enter the river. I held my gun between my teeth, and with a prayer to God slipped into the muddy waters. I swam in the wild way of beginner. The current was not strong and the water was moderately warm; but I seemed to go very slowly, and I was cold with fear. In the middle, the river suddenly shallowed, and my chest hit against a mud-bank. I though it was a crocodile, and in my confusion the pistol dropped from my mouth and disappeared.
I walked a few steps, then came into deep water again. Almost before I knew it, I had reached the opposite bank. With feverish haste I scrambled up to the hard soil. I was across, but, alas, I had lost my only weapon.
Question: Why did the writer's chest hit against a mud-bank?
He was looking for the pistol he had dropped
The river had suddenly become shallow
He was confused, and thought he saw a crocodile
He had reached the deep middle part of the river
Read the passage carefully and answer the question which come after it.
It is easy to talk about crossing a river, and when I look at the line on the map which represents that river I crossed, I am amazed that such a small thing should once have caused me such great fear. Yet I have rarely faced a job I liked so little as that one. The river ran yellow and slow under a clear moon. On this side, a thick growth of bush clothed the river bank, but on the other side I could see a swamp and tall grasses. The distance across was no more than fifty yards but I would have swum a mile more readily in deep, clear water. The place smelt of crocodiles.
I prepared to enter the river. I held my gun between my teeth, and with a prayer to God slipped into the muddy waters. I swam in the wild way of beginner. The current was not strong and the water was moderately warm; but I seemed to go very slowly, and I was cold with fear. In the middle, the river suddenly shallowed, and my chest hit against a mud-bank. I though it was a crocodile, and in my confusion the pistol dropped from my mouth and disappeared.
I walked a few steps, then came into deep water again. Almost before I knew it, I had reached the opposite bank. With feverish haste I scrambled up to the hard soil. I was across, but, alas, I had lost my only weapon.
Question: After passing the middle of the river, the writer thought ________________
that the river was deeper than at first
that he could walk all the rest of way in shallow water
that the opposite bank would be too hard to climb
that he completed the rest of the crossing surprisingly quickly.
Read the passage carefully and answer the question which come after it.
It is easy to talk about crossing a river, and when I look at the line on the map which represents that river I crossed, I am amazed that such a small thing should once have caused me such great fear. Yet I have rarely faced a job I liked so little as that one. The river ran yellow and slow under a clear moon. On this side, a thick growth of bush clothed the river bank, but on the other side I could see a swamp and tall grasses. The distance across was no more than fifty yards but I would have swum a mile more readily in deep, clear water. The place smelt of crocodiles.
I prepared to enter the river. I held my gun between my teeth, and with a prayer to God slipped into the muddy waters. I swam in the wild way of beginner. The current was not strong and the water was moderately warm; but I seemed to go very slowly, and I was cold with fear. In the middle, the river suddenly shallowed, and my chest hit against a mud-bank. I though it was a crocodile, and in my confusion the pistol dropped from my mouth and disappeared.
I walked a few steps, then came into deep water again. Almost before I knew it, I had reached the opposite bank. With feverish haste I scrambled up to the hard soil. I was across, but, alas, I had lost my only weapon.
Question: What was the only thing the writer regretted when he reached the opposite bank?
That he had nothing left to defend himself with
That he still had to cross a swamp
That he had brought nothing to eat
That he had not shot a crocodile
Read the passage carefully and answer the question which come after it.
It is easy to talk about crossing a river, and when I look at the line on the map which represents that river I crossed, I am amazed that such a small thing should once have caused me such great fear. Yet I have rarely faced a job I liked so little as that one. The river ran yellow and slow under a clear moon. On this side, a thick growth of bush clothed the river bank, but on the other side I could see a swamp and tall grasses. The distance across was no more than fifty yards but I would have swum a mile more readily in deep, clear water. The place smelt of crocodiles.
I prepared to enter the river. I held my gun between my teeth, and with a prayer to God slipped into the muddy waters. I swam in the wild way of beginner. The current was not strong and the water was moderately warm; but I seemed to go very slowly, and I was cold with fear. In the middle, the river suddenly shallowed, and my chest hit against a mud-bank. I though it was a crocodile, and in my confusion the pistol dropped from my mouth and disappeared.
I walked a few steps, then came into deep water again. Almost before I knew it, I had reached the opposite bank. With feverish haste I scrambled up to the hard soil. I was across, but, alas, I had lost my only weapon.
Question: Which is the best title for this extract?
African rivers
A narrow escape from a crocodile
The interest of maps
Crossing a river
