By the time we finished, herring(鲱鱼)covered the bottom of the boat as deep as my calves(腿肚子). For the first time in days, my father seemed happy as a herring choker(捕鲱鱼的人). Then he looked at the western sky, and his smile faded. The storms were sweeping out of Canada hard and fast. No one could predict their arrival. All fishermen feared them.
“We’re going back,” my father said. He pulled the cord and started the motor.
We were only two miles out, but the shoreline looked to me as far away as the moon. Over the distant hills, black clouds ran toward us like wild horses. We made it only halfway home before we met the storm.
The wind came first. It lifted the lake in whitecaps. The weight of the herring made us ride low in the water, and the waves broke over our bow. My father struggled to hold us on course. I’d put on my raincoat, but I had no life jacket.
Then the rain fell so hard we couldn’t see the land. The boat was filling with water. I was scared, but I saw my father sitting straight, holding the boat steady into the wind, and I felt hopeful. He didn’t look hurt at all.
I was starting to think we were going to make it. That’s when the motor died. My father pulled the cord hard, but the motor wouldn’t catch. We would go down in no time.
“Grab an oar(浆),” he cried above the wind. He always carried two oars for just such a moment. We began to pull hard. My father grunted, from pain or effort I couldn’t tell. He dug his oar into the violent lake and bowed into the wind again. With all my strength, I pulled on my own oar.
The wind pushed hard against us. Ws seemed to be fighting the anger of the whole lake. I was tired. My arms felt heavy and on fire. I didn’t know how much longer I could push that oar through the water.
As if he heard my thinking, my father called to me, “I need you, Karl. Only a little longer.”
So I kept rowing.
Just when I thought I had no more strength, I heard it. The sound of waves breaking against the shore. We moved into the shelter of our small cove and rode the swells toward the landing.
My mother rushed through the rain to greet us. “I’ve been so worried,” she said. She hugged me and then my father.
“Nothing to worry about,” he assured her. He put his hand on my shoulder. “You did well, son. How do you feel?”
Tired as I was, I managed a smile. “I feel like a herring choker.”
The author’s father decided to go back because______.

A．the motor didn’t work well

B．they couldn’t catch more herrings

C．the storm would arrive at any time

D．it was too cold for them to stay any longer

The author created a picture of ______ with the underlined sentence in Para.8.

A．a rare chance

B．a violent struggle

C．an exciting trip

D．an amazing experience

According to the passage, what was the main reason Karl kept rowing even though he was very tired?

A．He did not want to lose all the fish.

B．He knew the storm was about to end.

C．He knew his mother was waiting on shore.

D．He did not want to disappoint his father.

We can learn from the passage the author felt ______ after arriving home safe.

A．he were a real man

B．he needed his father’s praise

C．he shouldn’t have gone out to the lake

D．he would be a herring choker when he grew up

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