The Georgia sun was blazing by the time my brothers and I located Mitchell chopping wood on the north bank of the creek. Two of
his younger brothers were with him, stacking the logs he split. As we dismounted, Mitchell struck his axe into a fallen log, then yanked it out again and held it across his chest. To tell the truth, I'd have preferred it if we had found him tending some other chore. I for one knew that Mitchell had a hot temper, and there was no telling what he might take a notion to do with that axe. Hammond, though, seemed to take no notice of the axe as he and George walked over to Mitchell. Robert and I stayed by the horses. —The Land, Mildred D. Taylor Use the drop-down menus to answer the questions. What is Paul's viewpoint in this passage? What causes Paul to have this viewpoint?
