In the Belly of the Bloodhound: Being an Account of a Particularly Peculiar Adventure in the Life of Jacky Faber (Turtleback School & Library Binding Edition)

In the Belly of the Bloodhound: Being an Account of a Particularly Peculiar Adventure in the Life of Jacky Faber (Turtleback School & Library Binding Edition)

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by L. A. Meyer

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Jacky Faber and her classmates at the Lawson Peabody School for Young Girls in Boston are kidnapped while on a school outing and transported in the hold of a slave ship bound for the slave markets of North Africa.  See more details below


Jacky Faber and her classmates at the Lawson Peabody School for Young Girls in Boston are kidnapped while on a school outing and transported in the hold of a slave ship bound for the slave markets of North Africa.

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Children's Literature - Naomi Williamson
Jacky Faber, of Bloody Jack, Curse of the Blue Tattoo, and Under the Jolly Roger, returns to Boston and the safety of the Lawson Peabody School for Girls, with the label of pirate and a price on her head. Once again Jacky finds herself in a world different from that which she hails. This story begins with the Battle of Trafalgar and follows Jacky as she aims her small sailing boat, the Morning Star, for Boston and what she hopes will be a safe homecoming. Knowing that she could not sail her boat from Spain to America, she follows the shipping lanes until she finds the Enterprise, a merchantman heading for a destination close to where she wants to be. Jacky leaves the ship in Newport, once again on the Morning Star, and sets sail for Boston. Upon her arrival she discovers wanted posters declaring a bounty of 250 pounds sterling alive or 100 pounds dead for the "Quick Apprehension of the Notorious Pyrate Jacky Faber." It is about this time that Jacky finds a young boy to help her with her sailing as well as her fishing business. When Jim is nearly beaten to death by bounty hunters, Jacky realizes the need to leave the area temporarily and sails to Dovecote, the home of her school friend, Amy Trevelyne, where, if she is welcomed, Jacky knows she will be safe. When the school year begins, Amy and Jacky return to the Lawson Peabody School for Girls ready for a new adventure. When Jacky's nemesis, Clarissa Howe, returns, Jacky knows that some things never change. This year Clarissa has brought her slave attendant with her—to anti-slavery Massachusetts! When a planned field trip for the girls goes awry, Jacky realizes that her past troubles havebeen nothing compared to what she now faces. Kidnapped by unscrupulous slave traders, the girls are placed in the hold of a slave ship bound for Africa, where they will be sold at Arab slave markets. But Jacky being Jacky means that they will not go down without a fight. She organizes the girls and "asks" two others, with Clarissa as one, to join her as leaders. What follows is an amazing story of what people can and will do when lives hang in the balance, particularly their own. With Jacky's ever present spirit she leads the girls in training and preparation, and when the time is right, they make their move to outwit and outmaneuver the captain and crew of the Bloodhound. Meyer has written another excellent adventure in which he shares historical tidbits mixed in with some great fiction.
VOYA - Lois Parker-Hennion
The adventures of girl-pirate Jacky Faber continue aboard The Bloodhound, a slave ship aboard which the abducted girls of the Lawson Peabody School, including Jacky, find themselves after some trickery occurs on a school outing. The girls are put in the hold and must endure horrible conditions as the ship heads toward North Africa where their kidnappers plan to sell them as sex slaves. During the journey, the clever and resourceful Jacky manages to develop a plan to outsmart the evil captain and crew. To maintain solidarity among the girls, Jacky shares leadership with two other girls, including her nemesis, Clarissa Howe, but as usual, Jacky's craftiness saves them. She insists that all of the girls continue with their studies, sing, dance, and maintain a regular routine to pass the time and keep their spirits up. These activities also mask the sound of the knife that bit-by-bit peels away an escape route. In the evening, Jacky tells stories of her childhood living with a street gang in London, and of her pirating adventures, helping the girls get through the interminable nights. Meyer has another winner here that will have fans of Jacky Faber eagerly turning pages and awaiting a fifth book. This plot-driven novel, where the bad guys are defeated and the good girls win, is one more fabulous adventure for Jacky and friends and a thoroughly delightful story for middle school through adult readers.
KLIATT - Claire Rosser
For libraries collecting the series about Jacky Faber, this is of course a necessary purchase. The sagas are long, very long. Fortunately, there is nonstop action and suspense. In this episode, Jacky has returned from the Battle of Trafalgar, but back in Boston life doesn't calm down for her. She and her classmates from Lawson Peabody School for Young Girls are abducted by an irate captain involved in the slave trade. This fellow plans to sell the lovely white maidens in North Africa and make a huge fortune for himself. Well, it's quite a voyage, as Jacky organizes her friends in resistance to this plan, from the belly of the ship, the Bloodhound. Amidst the detailed action is the exploration of what it means to be a slave. One of the main characters, Jacky's longtime nemesis at school, is Clarissa, a Southerner who owns her personal slave. Clarissa becomes an essential leader in the girls' struggle for freedom, and in doing so, she finally understands slavery. Of course, the story ends with another crisis for Jacky, and will continue. Reviewer: Claire Rosser
School Library Journal

Gr 7 Up

The impudent Jacky Faber, on whose head the King of England has put a price for piracy, is back in L. A. Meyer's fourth Bloody Jack adventure (Harcourt, 2006). This time, Jacky and her classmates at the Lawson Peabody School for Young Girls are kidnapped and forced onto a slave ship, the Bloodhound . The slavers intend to sell the girls into the harems of North Africa. Of course, Jacky refuses to go quietly and soon has hatched a daring escape plan. It's wonderful to see the girls rise to the challenge and use their brains to outwit their male captors. The relationship between Jacky and her arch-nemesis Clarissa Howe is a hoot. Narrator Katherine Kellgren is perfect, juggling American, French, and British accents with ease. Her vivid delivery of Meyer's top-notch dialogue brings the tale to life. Listeners should be familiar with Jacky's previous exploits to follow the action here. All libraries serving teens will want this excellent addition to audiobook collections.-Tricia Melgaard, Centennial Middle School, Broken Arrow, OK

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Demco Media
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Bloody Jack Adventure Series, #4
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5.60(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.60(d)
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12 - 17 Years

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In the Belly of the Bloodhound

Being an Account of a Particularly Peculiar Adventure in the Life of Jacky Faber
By Meyer, Louis A.

Harcourt Children's Books

Copyright © 2006 Meyer, Louis A.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0152055576

Chapter 1
December 1, 1805

Any old port in a storm. That's what I'm thinking as I carefully weave my little boat through the ships in the crowded harbor. I've seen many ports and I've weathered many storms and good old Boston Harbor is looking right good to me at this moment. Hmmm . . . be wary, though, girl. There's three British warships lying over there at Long Wharf. Got to steer clear of them, for sure, as the men on board could have heard of the price that's on my poor head and might be of a mind to try to collect it. My head, that is . . . Imagine that . . . a reward of two hundred and fifty pounds, and all for the body of one insignificant girl-- a full Royal Navy captain's pay for a year, and wouldn't some lucky sailor like to nab that?
As I clear the end of Long Wharf, I pull my cap further down over my face and sail on. Don't mind me, Sirs. Just a simple fisher lass heading home, nothing more.
Now I start working my way over to the land. I'm remembering that there's an open bit of gravelly beach between Howard's and Codman's wharves, and that is where I'm of a mind to land. The wind is fair and my sail is drawing well and I'm cuttingneatly through boats and ships that are anchored out. I pull in a bit closer and look over at the warships. They could see me from where they lay, if they cared to look. But who cares about some fishmonger's dutiful daughter out plying her family's trade? That's what I'm thinking. Or hoping. But, oh Sirs-- you, my fellow countrymen and fellow sailors-- if only you knew what has happened at Trafalgar, you would not be sitting so peacefully here. It's plain they haven't gotten the word yet.
Codman's Wharf passes on my port side and I throw the tiller over and bring the sail in close-hauled. When I hear and feel the scrape of the bottom on my keel, I loose the sail and the Morning Star slips her nose up elegantly onto the beach. Pretty neat sailing, old girl, I'm thinking, patting her gunwale affectionately. I know it's been a long trip for the both of us, from Trafalgar to here, that's for sure, and now you just rest.
For a moment I sit there in wonder at being back in Boston again, then I go forward and loosen the halyard, letting the sail and its booms collapse to the deck. I'm about to gather it in and wrap it up, when there's a noise behind me and I spin around in alarm, my shiv out of my vest and in my hand. By God, they're not going to take me without--
But it is nothing but a boy. A very ragged and dirty boy, to be sure, but just a boy. He is the very picture of a wharf rat, a breed with which I am very familiar, having once been one myself, back when I lived under London's Blackfriars Bridge as a member in good standing of the Rooster Charlie Gang of Naked Orphans. Blackfriars Bridge was real close to the docks on the Thames, so, yes, I know this kind of boy quite well.
"Need some help, Missy?" he says with hope in his voice. It's plain from the ribs sticking out under his too-short shirt that he hasn't eaten in a while and he looks real willin' to earn a penny. Well, I can't argue with that, as I'm all for youthful spunk and enterprise. I slide my knife back in my vest.
"Well, maybe. Help me stow the sail."
He leaps on board to help me wrap the sail around the boom, and we lash it down tight with the mainsheet and secure it to its stay post.
"There, Missy, tight as a drum. Anything else? Polish your brass, shine up your brightwork, varnish your oars?"
This one is younger than me-- maybe thirteen, fourteen. His hair is held back with a piece of old twine and I can see both his knees through the rips in the trousers that end raggedly at his calves. He is, of course, barefoot.
"You can see, young Master Wharf Rat, that the Morning Star has neither brass work nor brightwork, nor do her oars need varnishing," I say severely, in my best Naval Officer voice, "but you may, if you wish to earn a penny, watch over her till I return, which might be today, or might be tomorrow. If you know a place where she can be moored . . ."
"Oh, yes, Missy. See that pier over by the market? I'll tie it up there. So many fishing boats go in and out of there that they'll never notice us."
"All right," I say. I dig in the purse that hangs by my side and pull out a penny and flip it to him. "Go spend this on something to eat first and then tend to moving her. And mark me-- This is the Morning Star and she is a her, not an it. Do you get that?"
He nods.
"You can do it by yourself?"
"Oh, yes, Missy, I'm a thoroughgoing seaman! I'll get her anywhere you need her."
I give a quick snort. "Very well, Seaman . . . What is your name, boy?"
"Tanner, Missy. Jim Tanner."
"Why are you not in school?" I ask, suspiciously. I can't let anything happen to the Star after getting her all the way here.
"Done with that. Learned all I needed to. I can read and cipher some. That's all a seaman needs, I figure."
"Who are your parents? Where do you live?"
"My mother died havin' me. Dad was lost at sea a year ago. Ain't got no other people. I sleep under the docks, mostly, sometimes in woodsheds when I can find one that ain't locked." He looks a bit defiant when he says this. Hmmm . . . dirt poor but possessed of some pride, at least.
"Surely you could find a better place to sleep, up in the town."
"Maybe, but then Wiggins'd catch me and indenture me to some farmer and I don't want that. I'm a seaman, as I told you."
I know the fact that I am dressed in my serving-girl gear is why he's being as familiar as he is being. Time to put him straight. "Very well, Seaman Tanner, you may carry on with your duties. When I return, you shall see another penny. But I warn you, if you try anything cute, like stealing my boat, then things will go very hard for you. Very hard."
He nods, unconvinced, I know, of just how hard I could make things for him should I want to. I decide to convince him of this.
"Do you know of a John Thomas? Smasher McGee?" I ask, drilling my eyes into his. I name a few more of my more colorful Boston pierside acquaintances. "They are my very good friends, and they would do anything for me-- anything-- including running down, gutting, and making fish bait out of a treacherous wharf rat. Do you take my meaning, young Master Tanner?"
It is plain that he knows at least some of these sterling individuals, for he gulps and nods. "I wasn't gonna mess with your boat, Missy," he says, looking hurt. "I know you weren't, Seaman Tanner," I say, more kindly now andfeeling a little bit sorry for doubting him, "but I was just making sure."
With that I turn to go down into the cuddy to change. I dive into my seabag and choose my black school dress, black bonnet, and lace mantilla. I have to leave the hatch open for light.
"Turn around, Master Tanner, and face away," I call out to him. He ducks his head and does an about-face.
After I have put on my clothes, I come back up and I look him over. He stands there expectantly, shuffling his feet. I decide to trust him.
"I now leave the Morning Star in your hands, Jim Tanner. Take good care of her, for she has taken good care of me. And maybe she will take good care of you, as well." I put on my bonnet and throw the mantilla over my shoulders. "And, by the way, my name is Nancy Alsop. That is Miss Alsop to you."
With that I once again place my foot on Boston soil and head up toward Union Street.

Copyright 2006 by L. A. Meyer
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In the Belly of the Bloodhound 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 89 reviews.
Orla More than 1 year ago
While reading this book I felt like I was in the belly of the Bloodhound. I could hear the chains rattling and the ship creaking with every toss of a wave. Louis Meyer is, in my opinion, an extraordinary writer. He makes the words literally come alive. Jacky's courage and bravado are an example every girl should follow.
sadie_leona More than 1 year ago
These novels are AWESOME! Someone who DOESN'T read LA Meyer is missing something! His writing is a real treat!
Guest More than 1 year ago
When Jacky makes it back to the rebuilt Lawson Peabody School for Young Girls, she doesn't expect to be welcomed. Surprisingly, she is taken in once again. But her peace-and-quiet doesn't last long when she and her classmates are abducted and forced onto a slave ship, the Bloodhound. Jacky, not even with all her wit and craftiness, can get the girls out of this predicament without some help. And if that means help from enemies, so be it. Who knew there could be so much adventure while stuck on a slaver? Mr. Meyer's writing blows my mind, as always. This is a truly amazing tale, and I recommend it to anyone. This is definitely one of my favorite books in the series.
Guest More than 1 year ago
very fabulous. Jacky Faber is my hero. she is not shy about what she thinks and she is strong and just a great role model. plus the book is beautifully written and it just sucks you into the book. For me any book that can do that has got to be a good one. its funny, scary, exciting.... everything! Jacky Faber Rules!!!!!!
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The previous book in this series really slowed down and lost the charm of the original for me, but this one picks it right back up again! It took a bit to get to the capture part, but for me, when the story got slow it didn't take long to once again be hard to put down. Gotta love those Lawson ladies!
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Meyer continues the incredible adventures of Jacky Farber with yet more excellent historical background and great realism. Each of these novels is just a bit different and raises historical and societal issues of the place and time. This novel centers on the issues of slavery and that becomes all too real as these young women of the Lawson Peabody School are captured and sent to be slaves in hareems across the ocean. Meyer develops strong but different women characters in this novel who do effect their escape. Highly recommended.
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