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| The Sign of the Beaver |
| Author(s): Speare, Elizabeth George |
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| List Price: $14.99 |
| Format: CD-Audio (Three CD) |
| Publisher: Penguin Random House Audio Publishing Group |
| Imprint: Listening Library |
| ISBN: 1400084970 or 9781400084975 |
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| Twelve-year-old Matt is left on his own in the Mai ... |
 | Twelve-year-old Matt is left on his own in the Maine wilderness while his father leaves to bring the rest of the family to their new settlement. When he befriends Attean, an Indian chief’s grandson, he is invited to join the Beaver tribe and move north. Should Matt abandon his hopes of ever seeing his family again and go on to a new life?>hr<Elizabeth George Speare was born in Massachusetts surrounded by a large extended family and has lived in New England all her life. A graduate of Boston University, she always aspired to write, but actually began when her two children were in junior high school.>hr
He turned and looked back at the log house. It was a fair house, he thought; his mother would have no cause to be ashamed of it. He had helped to build every inch of it. He had helped to cut down the spruce trees and haul the logs and square and notch them. He had stood at one end of every log and raised it, one on top of the other, fitting the notched ends together as snugly as though they had grown that way. He had climbed the roof to fasten down the cedar splints with long poles, and dragged up pine boughs to cover them. Behind the cabin were the mounds of corn he had helped to plant, the green blades already shooting up, and the pumpkin vines just showing between the stumps of trees.
If only it were not so quiet. He had been alone before. His father had often gone into the forest to hunt, for hours on end. Even when he was there, he was not much of a talker. Sometimes they had worked side by side through a whole morning without his speaking a single word. But this silence was different. It coiled around Matt and reached into his stomach to settle there in a hard knot.
He knew it was high time his father was starting back. This was part of the plan that the family had worked out together in the long winter of 1768, sitting by lamplight around the pine table back in Massachusetts. His father had spread out the surveyor’s map and traced the boundaries of the land he had purchased in Maine territory. They would be the first settlers in a new township. In the spring, when the ice melted, Matt and his father would travel north. They would take passage on a ship to the settlement at the mouth of the Penobscot River. There they would find some man with a boat to take them up the river and then on up a smaller river that branched off from it, many days’ distance from the settlement. Finally they would strike out on foot into the forest and claim their own plot of land. They would clear a patch of ground, build a cabin, and plant some corn. In the summer his father would go back to Massachusetts to fetch his mother and sister and the new baby, who would be born while they were gone. Matt would stay behind and guard the cabin and the corn patch.
It hadn’t been quite so easy as it had sounded back in their house in Quincy. Matt had had to get used to going to sleep at night with every muscle in his body aching. But the log house was finished. It had only one room. Before winter they would add a loft for him and his sister to sleep in. Inside there were shelves along one wall and a sturdy puncheon table with two stools. One of these days, his father promised, he would cut out a window and fasten oiled paper to let in the light. Someday the paper would be replaced with real glass. Against the wall was a chimney of smaller logs, daubed and lined with clay from the creek. This too was a temporary structure. Over and over his father had warned Matt that it wasn’t as safe as a stone chimney and that he had to watch out for flying sparks. He needn’t fear. After all the work of building this house, Matt wasn’t going to let it burn down about his ears.
“Six weeks,” his father had said that morning. “Maybe seven. Hard to reckon exactly. With your ma and sister we’ll have slow going, specially with the new little one.
“You may lose track of the weeks,” he had added. “Easy thing to do when you’re alone. Might be well to make notches on a stick, seven notches to a stick. When you get to the seventh stick you can start looking for us.”
A silly thing to do, Matt thought, as though he couldn’t count the weeks for himself. But he wouldn’t argue about it, not on the last morning.
Then his father reached up to a chink in the log wall and took down the battered tin box that held his watch and his compass and a few silver coins. He took out the big silver watch.
“Every time you cut a notch,” he said, “remember to wind this up at the same time.”
Matt took the watch in his hand as gently as if it were a bird’s egg. “You aim to leave it, Pa?” he asked.
“It belonged to your grandpa. Would’ve belonged to you anyhow sooner or later. Might as well be now.”
“You mean — it’s mine?”
“Aye, it’s yourn. Be kind of company, hearing it tick.”
The lump in Matt’s throat felt as big as the watch. This was the finest thing his father had ever possessed.
“I’ll take care of it,” he managed finally.
“Aye. I knowed you would. Mind you don’t wind it up too tight.”
Then, just before he left, his father had given him a second gift. Thinking of it, Matt walked back into the cabin and looked up at his father’s rifle, hanging on two pegs over the door.
“I’ll take your old blunderbuss with me,” his father had said. “This one aims truer. But mind you, don’t go banging away at everything that moves. Wait till you’re dead sure. There’s plenty of powder if you don’t waste it.”
It was the first sign he had given that he felt uneasy about leaving Matt here alone. Matt wished now that he could have said something to reassure his father, instead of standing there tongue-tied. But if he had the chance again, he knew he wouldn’t do any better. They just weren’t a family to put things into words.
He reached up and took down the rifle. It was lighter than his old matchlock, the one his father had carried away with him in exchange. This was a fine piece, the walnut stock as smooth and shining as his mother’s silk dress. It was a mite long, but it had a good bal |
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Alternative Editions
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| The Sign of the Beaver; by Speare, Elizabeth George; HMH Books, Clarion Books |
| The Sign of the Beaver; by Speare, Elizabeth George; HMH Books, Clarion Books |
| The Sign of the Beaver; by Speare, Elizabeth George; HMH Books, Clarion Books |
| The Sign of the Beaver; by Speare, Elizabeth George; Gale, A Cengage Company, Thorndike Press Large Print |
| The Sign of the Beaver; by Speare, Elizabeth George; Gale, A Cengage Company, Thorndike Press Large Print |
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