The Sniper
The Sniper
The Sniper
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Analysis
Workshop
Some very old stories have such enduring appeal that they influence works
written many centuries later. One reason these stories remain relevant is that
they feature themes about emotions and experiences that are common across
virtually all time periods and cultures. These universal themes show up again
and again in literaturefrom ancient myths and folktales to todays bestsellers.
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Close Read
1. Reread lines 48. How do
the ivy leaves symbolize
Johnsy and her feelings
about life?
When Sue awoke from an hours sleep the next morning she found Johnsy
with dull, wide-open eyes staring at the drawn green shade.
Pull it up; I want to see, she ordered, in a whisper.
Wearily Sue obeyed.
But, lo! after the beating rain and fierce gusts of wind that had endured
through the livelong night, there yet stood out against the brick wall one ivy
leaf. It was the last on the vine. Still dark green near its stem, but with its
serrated edges tinted with the yellow of dissolution and decay, it hung bravely
from a branch some twenty feet above the ground.
It is the last one, said Johnsy. I thought it would surely fall during the
night. I heard the wind. It will fall to-day, and I shall die at the same time. . . .
The day wore away, and even through the twilight they could see the lone
ivy leaf clinging to its stem against the wall. And then, with the coming of
the night the north wind was again loosed, while the rain still beat against the
windows and pattered down from the low Dutch eaves.
When it was light enough Johnsy, the merciless, commanded that the shade
be raised.
The ivy leaf was still there.
Johnsy lay for a long time looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was
stirring her chicken broth over the gas stove.
Ive been a bad girl, Sudie, said Johnsy. Something has made that last leaf
stay there to show me how wicked I was. It is a sin to want to die.
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characters
important statements
The narrator or the characters may make
statements that hint at the theme. Ask
What key statements are made by the
characters or the narrator?
What ideas do these statements
emphasize?
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setting
Setting can convey theme because of
what it means to the characters and
readers. Ask
How does the setting affect the
characters and the plot?
What might the setting represent?
symbols
Characters, conflicts, and settings can
serve as symbols that support the
theme. Ask
What might the characters, conflicts,
and setting represent?
What ideas do these symbols
communicate?
Short story
by Liam OFlaherty
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The long June twilight faded into night. Dublin lay enveloped in darkness,
but for the dim light of the moon, that shone through fleecy clouds, casting
a pale light as of approaching dawn over the streets and the dark waters of the
Liffey. Around the beleaguered Four Courts the heavy guns roared. Here and
there through the city machine guns and rifles broke the silence of the night,
spasmodically, like dogs barking on lone farms. Republicans and Free Staters1
were waging civil war.
On a roof-top near OConnel Bridge, a Republican sniper lay watching.
Beside him lay his rifle and over his shoulders were slung a pair of field-glasses.
His face was the face of a studentthin and ascetic, but his eyes had the cold
gleam of the fanatic. They were deep and thoughtful, the eyes of a man who
is used to looking at death.
He was eating a sandwich hungrily. He had eaten nothing since morning.
He had been too excited to eat. He finished the sandwich, and taking a flask
of whiskey from his pocket, he took a short draught. Then he returned the
flask to his pocket. He paused for a moment, considering whether he should
risk a smoke. It was dangerous. The flash might be seen in the darkness and
there were enemies watching. He decided to take the risk. Placing a cigarette
between his lips, he struck a match, inhaled the smoke hurriedly and put out
the light. Almost immediately, a bullet flattened itself against the parapet2 of
the roof. The sniper took another whiff and put out the cigarette. Then he
swore softly and crawled away to the left.
Cautiously he raised himself and peered over the parapet. There was a
flash and a bullet whizzed over his head. He dropped immediately. He had
seen the flash. It came from the opposite side of the street.
He rolled over the roof to a chimney stack in the rear, and slowly drew
himself up behind it, until his eyes were level with the top of the parapet.
There was nothing to be seenjust the dim outline of the opposite housetop
against the blue sky. His enemy was under cover.
Just then an armored car came across the bridge and advanced slowly up
the street. It stopped on the opposite side of the street fifty yards ahead. The
sniper could hear the dull panting of the motor. His heart beat faster. It was
an enemy car. He wanted to fire, but he knew it was useless. His bullets
would never pierce the steel that covered the grey monster.
Close Read
1. Which setting details in
the first paragraph help
convey a grim, dangerous
picture of war? One
detail has been boxed.
1. Republicans and Free Staters: The Irish Republican Army (Republicans) wanted
complete independence from England. The Irish Free Staters wanted Ireland to
govern itself but still remain part of the British Empire.
2. parapet: a low wall along the edge of a roof or balcony.
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Then round the corner of a side street came an old woman, her head
covered by a tattered shawl. She began to talk to the man in the turret of the
car. She was pointing to the roof where the sniper lay. An informer.
The turret opened. A mans head and shoulders appeared, looking towards
the sniper. The sniper raised his rifle and fired. The head fell heavily on the
turret wall. The woman darted toward the side street. The sniper fired again.
The woman whirled round and fell with a shriek into the gutter.
Suddenly from the opposite roof a shot rang out and the sniper dropped his
rifle with a curse. The rifle clattered to the roof. The sniper thought the noise
would wake the dead. He stopped to pick the rifle up. He couldnt lift it. His
forearm was dead. . . . He muttered, Im hit.
Dropping flat on to the roof, he crawled back to the parapet. With his left
hand he felt the injured right forearm. The blood was oozing through the
sleeve of his coat. There was no painjust a deadened sensation, as if the arm
had been cut off.
Quickly he drew his knife from his pocket, opened it on the breastwork of
the parapet and ripped open the sleeve. There was a small hole where the bullet
had entered. On the other side there was no hole. The bullet had lodged in the
bone. It must have fractured it. He bent the arm below the wound. The arm
bent back easily. He ground his teeth to overcome the pain.
Then, taking out his field dressing, he ripped open the packet with his
knife. He broke the neck of the iodine bottle and let the bitter fluid drip into
the wound. A paroxysm of pain swept through him. He placed the cotton
wadding over the wound and wrapped the dressing over it. He tied the end
with his teeth.
Then he lay still against the parapet, and closing his eyes, he made an effort
of will to overcome the pain.
n the street beneath all was still. The armored car had retired speedily over
the bridge, with the machine gunners head hanging lifeless over the turret.
The womans corpse lay still in the gutter.
The sniper lay for a long time nursing his wounded arm and planning
escape. Morning must not find him wounded on the roof. The enemy on the
opposite roof covered his escape. He must kill that enemy and he could not use
his rifle. He had only a revolver to do it. Then he thought of a plan.
Taking off his cap, he placed it over the muzzle of his rifle. Then he pushed
the rifle slowly upwards over the parapet, until the cap was visible from the
opposite side of the street. Almost immediately there was a report, and a
bullet pierced the center of the cap. The sniper slanted the rifle forward. The
cap slipped down into the street. Then, catching the rifle in the middle, the
sniper dropped his left hand over the roof and let it hang, lifelessly. After a few
moments he let the rifle drop to the street. Then he sank to the roof, dragging
his hand with him.
Crawling quickly to the left, he peered up at the corner of the roof. His
ruse had succeeded. The other sniper seeing the cap and rifle fall, thought that
Close Read
3. Why does the sniper
shoot the man in the
armored car and the
woman? Explain how
you think the writer
wants you to feel about
the snipers actions.
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he had killed his man. He was now standing before a row of chimney pots,
looking across, with his head clearly silhouetted against the western sky.
The Republican sniper smiled and lifted his revolver above the edge of the
parapet. The distance was about fifty yardsa hard shot in the dim light, and
his right arm was paining him. . . . He took a steady aim. His hand trembled
with eagerness. Pressing his lips together, he took a deep breath through his
nostrils and fired. He was almost deafened with the report and his arm shook
with the recoil.
hen, when the smoke cleared, he peered across and uttered a cry of joy.
His enemy had been hit. He was reeling over the parapet in his death
agony. He struggled to keep his feet, but he was slowly falling forward,
as if in a dream. The rifle fell from his grasp, hit the parapet, fell over, bounded
off the pole of a barbers shop beneath and then clattered on to the pavement.
Then the dying man on the roof crumpled up and fell forward. The body
turned over and over in space and hit the ground with a dull thud. Then it
lay still.
The sniper looked at his enemy falling and he shuddered. The lust of battle
died in him. He became bitten by remorse. The sweat stood out in beads on
his forehead. Weakened by his wound and the long summer day of fasting and
watching on the roof, he revolted from the sight of the shattered mass of his
dead enemy. His teeth chattered. He began to gibber to himself, cursing the
war, cursing himself, cursing everybody.
He looked at the smoking revolver in his hand and with an oath he hurled
it to the roof at his feet. The revolver went off with the concussion, and the
bullet whizzed past the snipers head. He was frightened back to his senses by
the shock. His nerves steadied. The cloud of fear scattered from his mind and
he laughed.
Taking the whiskey flask from his pocket, he emptied it at a draught.
He felt reckless under the influence of the spirits. He decided to leave the roof
and look for his company commander to report. Everywhere around was quiet.
There was not much danger in going through the streets. He picked up his
revolver and put it in his pocket. Then he crawled down through the sky-light
to the house underneath.
When the sniper reached the laneway on the street level, he felt a sudden
curiosity as to the identity of the enemy sniper whom he had killed. He
decided that he was a good shot whoever he was. He wondered if he knew
him. Perhaps he had been in his own company before the split in the army.
He decided to risk going over to have a look at him. He peered around the
corner into OConnell Street. In the upper part of the street there was heavy
firing, but around here all was quiet.
The sniper darted across the street. A machine gun tore up the
ground around him with a hail of bullets, but he escaped. He threw
himself face downwards beside the corpse. The machine gun stopped.
Then the sniper turned over the dead body and looked into his
brothers face.
Close Read
6. How does the Republican
sniper resolve his conflict
with the second sniper?
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