Dogtooth Peak in Central California’s Sierra National Forest, towers 10,300 feet
above sea level, jutting from the surrounding rock like a hand reaching for the sky. Bishop, a
retired officer had been hiking, on and off, since he was a Boy Scout; in recent years, after
returning to the hobby, he’d bagged some of the highest peaks in the West.
One day, during the descent, Bishop noticed- a pile of stones, used to mark a trail. He
headed in the direction the pile seemed to indicate. The path down from the summit quickly
grew steeper. There were no more markers, but Bishop saw a flat, sandy patch about 30 feet
below. Since the slope was nearly vertical, his foot slipped, and he was sailing through the
air. Dazed, he lay in the sand, trying to piece together what had happened. He’d fallen only
ten feet, and no limbs were broken.He began to follow a narrow drainage channel down the mountainside. Soon it led
him to a vast expanse of granite, as steep and slick as a playground slide. Bishop tried using
the edge of a slab for traction, but his boots shot out from under him, and he skidded a short
yet terrifying distance on his backside. He shouted for help, but the only response was the
echo of his own voice. Heart pounding, he lay there for several minutes, then checked himself
for damage. Incredibly, his limbs were still intact, though the skin was rubbed raw over much
of the front of his body and face, and his elbows were painfully bruised.
Bishop continued on to the lowest possible resting place, a dent in the granite that
was just deep enough to cradle his hip, with a foothold below it and a handhold above. He
saw a helicopter buzz by and was gripped with despair when it didn’t slow down. Then, to his
astonishment, he spied something beyond the boulders that he hadn’t noticed before: tents
and a man painting at an easel. Elated, Bishop waved and yelled, but when he looked again,
it had all vanished- there were only pine trees. He realized he’d been hallucinating, his
senses deranged by dehydration and sleeplessness.
Hours later Bishop saw a chopper moved slowly past. He was absolutely certain this
one was real- and this time, he was right. But in his drab clothes, against the expanse of gray
rock, he was an invisible speck. The pilot never saw him. Bishop had managed to stay alert
through his second night on the rock, but as the day wore on, he couldn’t stop himself from
dozing. Each time he awoke, he found he’d slipped down to a spot where only one foot and
one hand could grip the wall.
Finally, a helicopter rescued and took him to the hospital. Bishop has learned a
lesson from the experience: “Don’t be so impulsive. Realize I have limits.” David Rippe, who
rescued him had a different kind of insight. This was the first time he’d found a missing hiker
alive who was in a predicament like Bishop’s. “Usually, by the time we get there, it’s a body
recovery”, he explained. “This shows you to never give up hope. Anything is possible.”
(a) Give the meaning of the following words as used in the passage. One word answers or short
phrases will be accepted: [3]
(i) jutting (ii) Dazed (iii) skidded
(b) Answer the following questions briefly in your own words: [9]
(i) Who was Bishop? What was his hobby? [1]
(ii) What happened to Bishop when he was descending the Dogtooth Peak? [2]
iii)What did Bishop see in his hallucination and why?
(iv)Why was Bishop certain that the chopper was real?
(v) What lesson did David Rippe learn after rescuing Bishop?
(c) In not more than 50 words, state how Bishop survived the ordeal.
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Who was Bishop? What was his hobby? [1]
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