Shadow Of The Wolf (Stepping Stone, paper)
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Libby Mitchell can’t believe her luck! In 1841, her pioneer family decides to move north—near her best friend, Fawn, who lives with the Ottawa tribe. But the girls’ happiness at reuniting is short-lived. Greedy men want to cheat Fawn’s people out of their land and put all of the forest in danger. Now Libby and Fawn must think of a way to stop them—before the woods that they call home are lost forever.
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“Vinnie, I’m tired of living in a bundle, like squirrels packed into a hollow tree.” “But, Rob, our cabin is so comfortable.” “Wait until you hear about our new home. It was built for an American Fur Company trader. It has a kitchen and a parlor. Upstairs, there are two bedrooms.” At that Mama looked happier. Our log cabin had only two small rooms. “Papa,” I asked, “would I have my own room?” “Yes, Libby,” said Papa, smiling, “but that is not the best of it. The house is on a bluff
Cataloging-in-Publication Data Whelan, Gloria. Shadow of the wolf / by Gloria Whelan ; illustrated by Tony Meers. p. cm. “A Stepping Stone book.” SUMMARY: In 1841, thirteen-year-old Libby and her family begin a new life on the shores of Lake Michigan, where her father works as a surveyor for the Ottawa Indians and Libby is reunited with her Indian friend Fawn. eISBN: 978-0-307-55959-3 [1. Ottawa Indians—Juvenile Fiction. 2. Ottawa Indians—Fiction. 3. Indians of North
wrong, but I would have given up many trees to keep her. The loneliness of this strange, new place made me long for something of my own to hold on to. We were all too tired from our travels to let Mr. Blanker’s rudeness keep us awake. For the first time in his life William slept through the night. Papa said the sound of the waves soothed him. Indeed, the washing of the waves against the shore is the most restful sound you can imagine. Somewhere between one wave and another I fell asleep.
you must also ask them to let women vote.” Papa shook his head. “You can’t be serious, Vinnie. That day will never come.” When we arrived at the Indian village, I ran to find Fawn. She was standing at the entrance of her wigwam wearing the snow-shoes we had made. “I am going to find some wood for the fire,” Fawn said. “Winter has come so early this year. Our wood may not last.” “I’ll come with you,” I said. Fawn went to borrow snowshoes for me. When she returned, she helped me strap them onto
were disappearing from Saginaw. And if we went north, I would see Fawn. I had made friends in Saginaw, but none like Fawn. She was happy to watch a caterpillar on a leaf for five minutes at a time. Still, it was troublesome to think about going to unknown country. While I waited for Papa to come back, I returned to my favorite places: the tall elm tree where the oriole had nested, the little stream where I had gathered tadpoles, and the stand of poplars where I used to hide in the early evenings