Salt: A Story of Friendship in a Time of War

Salt: A Story of Friendship in a Time of War

by Helen Frost
Salt: A Story of Friendship in a Time of War

Salt: A Story of Friendship in a Time of War

by Helen Frost

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Overview

Anikwa and James, twelve years old in 1812, spend their days fishing, trapping, and exploring together in the forests of the Indiana Territory. To Anikwa and his family, members of the Miami tribe, this land has been home for centuries. As traders, James's family has ties to the Miami community as well as to the American soldiers in the fort.

Now tensions are rising—the British and American armies prepare to meet at Fort Wayne for a crucial battle, and Native Americans from surrounding tribes gather in Kekionga to protect their homeland. After trading stops and precious commodities, like salt, are withheld, the fort comes under siege, and war ravages the land. James and Anikwa, like everyone around them, must decide where their deepest loyalties lie. Can their families—and their friendship—survive?

In Salt, Printz Honor author Helen Frost offers a compelling look at a difficult time in history.

A Kirkus Reviews Best Book of 2013

A Frances Foster Book


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250062895
Publisher: Square Fish
Publication date: 12/01/2015
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 176
Sales rank: 115,073
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.50(h) x 0.60(d)
Lexile: NP (what's this?)
Age Range: 10 - 14 Years

About the Author

Helen Frost is the author of several books for young people, including Diamond Willow, Crossing Stones, The Braid, and Keesha's House, a Printz Honor Book. She currently lives in Fort Wayne, Indiana, with her family.

Read an Excerpt

JAMES
 
Dang mosquito bit me right where I can’t reach it.
I rub my back against a hickory tree—up and down,

side to side. There—almost got it. Might look silly,
but nobody’s watching. Except a squirrel—I hear it
 
up there in the branches, and I get out my slingshot.
Ma will be happy when I bring home something

 
for the soup pot. Where is that old squirrel, anyhow?
Sounds like a whole family of ’em, laughing at me,

and I can’t see even one. What? Not again! It’s
Anikwa, laughing as he jumps down from the tree

 
and lands beside me. How long has he been watching?
I swear he can sound like anything! Squirrel, bumblebee,

 
bluebird, or bullfrog. Once, I heard my baby sister crying,
but when I turned to look—it wasn’t Molly, it was him!

 
ANIKWA

James looks
up in the tree like he thinks
there’s a real squirrel hiding somewhere
in its branches. I suck in my cheeks
to make myself stop laughing—
he shakes his head,
puts away
his stone and slingshot,
gives me a smile that means I got him
this time, but next time he’ll be watching if I
try that trick again. Come on, he motions as he heads
to the berry bushes. I’ve seen him out here picking berries
every afternoon since they started to get ripe.
Makiinkweeminiiki, I say, pretending to
put berries in my mouth and
pointing down the trail
toward the bushes.
He nods his head.
Yes, he says,
blackberries. As we walk
to the berry patch, he tries my word—
makiinkweeminiiki, and I try his—blackberries.
I roll both words around like berries
in my mouth.

 
Copyright © 2013 by Helen Frost

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