1. What is an alliance? What does this word mean?
Alliance represents a state of two or more countries(groups of people) being allied, to achieve their same aims. By this way, they can support, help, work with each other. And fight with the same enemies. All in all, the groups get together for forming a more strong group, to achieve their purpose.
Great traders themselves, the Hurons navigated the rivers of Central Canada and were very prosperous. They would become the leading source of furs for the French.
2. Why would Champlain want to form an alliance with the Hurons?
3. This is a picture of Champlain and his Huron allies on the left fighting the Iroquois. This is one of the earliest images of Europeans and First Nations people interacting.
a. Explain what you see in the picture in 3-5 sentences. Look carefully at the picture.
b. Do you think this is a realistic image of the situation? Explain why or why not in 5-8 sentences.
4. The Hurons had many economic advantages because of their geographic location and territory. They were located on the southern shore of Georgian Bay, where the fishing was excellent.
a. Find a map of Georgian Bay. Explain where this bay is.
b. Translate the word bay.
5 . Find a photograph of Georgian Bay that you like. Explain why you like it in 3-5 sentences.
The vegetation of this region includes mixed forests, meadows, and fields. The sandy soil was perfect for planting corn, squash, pumpkins, and beans.
6. Take a look at this piece of Canadian Art called "Stormy Weather". The artist is Frederick Varley. He illustrated the stormy weather of Georgian Bay.
a. How do you feel when you see this painting? Explain in 5-8 sentences. Tell me why you feel that way.
7. This is a poem by A.J.M Smith. It was put together with this image on a past provincial exam.
a. When you read this poem, how do you feel about the Canadian landscape? Explain in 10-12 sentences. Think deep and be creative.
A.J.M. Smith
Cedar and jagged fir
uplift sharp barbs
against the gray
and cloud-piled sky;
and in the bay
blown spume and windrift
and thin, bitter spray
snap
at the whirling sky;
and the pine trees
lean one way.
A wild duck calls
to her mate,
and ragged
and passionate tones
stagger and fall,
and recover,
and stagger and fall,
on these stones -
are lost
in the lapping of water
on smooth, flat stones.
This is a beauty
of dissonance,
this resonance
of stony strand,
this smoky cry
curled over a black pine
like a broken
and wind-battered branch
when the wind
bends the tops of the pine
like a broken
and wind-battered branch
when the wind
bends the tops of the pines
and curdles the sky
from the north.
This is the beauty
of strength
broken by strength
and still strong
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