kunta

Kunta was thrown into the bottom of the boat and covered with an old smelly cloth.

Kunta knew it was the middle of the night, for through the small open window high in the wall he could see stars.

Between treatment and prayer, a few days later Kunta showed signs of beginning to rally .

Confronted with Kunta's stiff dignity and reserve, though, none quite ventured to challenge him in any way directly.

After the others had gone to bed and all had become still , Kunta limped outside .

As he knelt planting among his rows Kunta remembered how lush the fields around Juffure always looked at this time of year .

Kunta soon began to replace him as the plantation's best-informed source of news and gossip from the outside.

Beside himself with happiness, the fiddler Sat. on Kunta's three-legged stool, fiddle across his lap, and went on babbling.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, it seemed to Kunta that his people were always enduring one hardship or another.

in a language that Kunta did not understand.

Kunta had been seized in the forest and then hit on the head with a hard object.

Even the wild animals of his homeland, it seemed to Kunta, had more dignity than these creatures.

Kunta looked at him blankly, though he understood exactly what he meant.

Kunta thanked the old man for offering, but reassured him that he'd be able to get along fine.

Word began to get around that Kunta had actually been seen smiling and even laughing in Bell's kitchen.

Kunta's mind reeled at what he heard, and he vowed silently that someday he too would venture to such exciting places.

Kunta had been hit on the head with a hard object.

Kunta's seriousness conveyed the degree of his concern.

Exasperated, the brown one got up and brought from a corner oddly shaped box that Kunta had seen him arrive with.

Kunta could hardly wait to get back home and pass this fascinating story along to the others.

Kunta marveled at his uncles' fluent talking in the strange tongues they spoke.

and Kunta's back bled from rolling over on the hard wooden boards.

Suddenly, unmistakably, amid the cries, Kunta heard his words.

Kunta's back bled from rolling over on the hard wooden boards.

Kunta wondered why the white people had done this to him.

One day, a young man named Kunta Kinte.

What happened to Kunta in this story?

Kunta lay numbly , in a kind of stupor .

The only new duty Kunta really hated was having to carry that basket for Bell every day .

People in the village wondered what had become of Kunta Kinte.

Kunta and the other blacks didn't know what would become of them.

Finally, Kunta was thrown into the bottom of the boat

and Kunta could see in daylight for the first time