PLZZZ HELP Using the passage below, please awer the question that follows
The Tuscarore people lived in the eastern areas of North Caroline in the century. As European settlers moved into their homelanda, tertions between these grouperose European setter moved onto native lands without apology. Boon Yuscarora women and children
were being ducted and sold into slavery by the settlers Tuscarora hunting parties were attacked and killed or sold into every in 1710, prior to the outbreak of the Tuscarora War, the Tuscarora people made a plea to the governor of Pennsylvania, Desperate for peace
ora desire for peace between the settlers and themselves, even if it required leaving their homeland. However, the governor of Pennsylvania was reluctant to give them sanctuary. Among other issues, the governor feared an alliance between the ruscarora and the
Pensylvan requel. He feared increasing the Native American presence in Peraylania would upset the settlers already there. Ultimately, the Tuscarora had to make the best of their hard it in North Carolina. The harassment from settere did not stop, and in 17, war
broke out between the settlers and the Tuscarora
Which of the following represents the most likely View European settlers had of the events leading up to the Tuscarora War?

A: The natives were peaceful so we should not exploit them, enslave them, and take
their land."

B: The natives gave us many chance to find a peaceful solution and we would not listen

C: The natives were not legal owners of the land and we were in our treatment of them”

D: The natives have behaved July and try by sharing the land and their family resources with us

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Consider the speakers in "the raven" and the speaker in "the song of wandering aengus." write two paragraphs to compare and contrast the voice in these two poems. how does the poet give the speaker in each poem a distinctive voice? what effect does this voice have in each poem? use examples from each poem to as evidence for your answer "the raven"once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—while i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“‘tis some visitor,” i muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—only this and nothing more.”ah, distinctly i remember it was in the bleak december, and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. eagerly i wished the morrow; —vainly i had sought to borrowfrom my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost lenore—for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name lenore—nameless here for evermore. and the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainthrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; so that now, to still the beating of my heart, i stood repeating“‘tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; this it is and nothing more.”"the song of wandering aengus." i went out to the hazel wood, because a fire was in my head, and cut and peeled a hazel wand, and hooked a berry to a thread; and when white moths were on the wing, and moth-like stars were flickering out, i dropped the berry in a streamand caught a little silver trout. when i had laid it on the floori went to blow the fire aflame, but something rustled on the floor, and some one called me by my name: it had become a glimmering girlwith apple blossom in her hairwho called me by my name and ranand faded through the brightening air. plz hurry