And in addition to the area that served as Mother and Father’s bedroom, living room, and kitchen, a loft afforded sleeping space for Laurel and Jed. The previous owner had dug a well, felled some of the trees, and built the log house, which had a split-log floor rather than a dirt floor. In the meantime, they would farm the acreage he had bought west of town. Nearly two hundred people already lived there, and Father said it would become a big city, and he would be a farrier, one who shod and treated horses. The large blue cat, Smoke, found a comfortable spot on the wagon tarp and looked out at them as if they were her subjects.Īt the Ohio, they had loaded belongings and animals onto a flatboat and paid the haulage and their fares to the captain, who brought them down the Ohio to the Mississippi, then down and across the Mississippi to the City of New Madrid. Laurel, Father, Jed, their part-collie dog, Ranger, the cow, Dolly, and the nameless brood sow walked.
Father hitched the mules, Samson and Pretty Girl, to the wagon, and they set out for the Ohio River, forty miles away. In March of this year of 1811, soon after she turned fifteen-at about the same time she first espied the comet-Laurel, her brother, Jedidiah, seventeen, and Mother and Father had put their belongings in the wagon and spread a tarpaulin over them.
Last autumn, he had come alone and returned with a deed to fifty acres of land. Tanding in the yard beside their log house, Laurel looked at the starred December sky, quickly located the comet, and shivered-but from fear rather than the cold.įrom the time eight years ago, in 1803, when America bought Louisiana, the vast area west of the Mississippi, from France, Father had wanted to leave Kentucky and move here, to New Madrid County. Manufactured in the United States of America Earthquakes-Missouri-New Madrid-Juvenile fiction.
Summary: In the process of coping with a series of earthquakes which strike the frontier town of New Madrid in 18, fifteen-year-old Laurel discovers an unexpected romance.ġ. When the River Ran Backward / by Emily Crofford. Website address: Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise-without the prior written permission of Carolrhoda Books, Inc., except for the inclusion of brief quotations in an acknowledged review. When the River Ran Backward When the River Ran Backward Emily CroffordĬover illustration copyright © 2000 by Mary O’Keefe YoungĪll rights reserved.
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