As I washed the unfinished food down the drain and collected the paper plates to throw out, I considered my
ancestors. What would they think of this excess and
waste? They would have spent days on a hunt to take
down a single bison and then painstakingly find a use for
every single part. Was our heritage picnic becoming a
dishonor to their legacy?
Not even the bison "chips," or dung, went to waste. While
the men hunted the great beasts, women and children
collected the droppings. Once the dung had thoroughly
dried in the sun, it served as fuel for cooking fires.
Which of these best describes how the historical description enhances a
reader's understanding of the personal narrative?