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Wednesday, June 1st, 2005
9:26a - Another Misplaced Entry


This really belongs in the booklevel journal where I store the segments used to establish the reading level of the book. I've discovered that if the selected pages are mostly conversation, the reading level is incredibly low, but if the section is not, the level can jump years. Since I was not watching that at first, I can refer to the on-line passages when I think something is out of wack. It already lead to retyping more pages for one of the books.

Green Grass of Wyoming
by Mary O'Hara
Reading Level: 6.8

Sometimes the deer and horses grazed together, paying no attention to each other.

On winter days of true Wyoming gloriousness, when the sun, in a cloudless sky of deepest blue, blazed down through crystal air and poured its heat and energy into the horses like charges of electricity, Jewel was almost bereft of her senses with excitement and happiness. Nothing like this had ever been known by her before. She frolicked like a yearling. She bucked and frisked and tossed her head, stood on her hind legs and pawed at nothing.

The little group of yearlings a few miles away could easily be seen through the clear air. Jewel went flying off to make friends with them. Thunderhead, without even lifting his head kept an eye on all they did. Jewel returned. She always returned now. She had learned her lessons and got no more bites on her haunches. She no longer feared Thunderhead except for a seemly attention to his wishes. Once she found herself grazing close beside him. They moved slowly, almost keeping step, their sharp teeth jerking left, then right, another step, and with a full mouth, the stallion raised his head high tossing his eyes in a wide circle, a glance which took in every moving thin within a radius of many miles. All’s well -- and he lowered his head and again went step by step along with Jewel, their muzzles almost touching. He was not greedy. He willingly left her the good tuft of grass they were approaching. She came to feel a confidence in him. She knew that when he watched and stood guard, he stood guard for the whole herd.
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