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Into the Firestorm: A Novel of San Francisco, 1906

Into the Firestorm: A Novel of San Francisco, 1906

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by Deborah Hopkinson

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“I believe I can just see you on the streets of that bright city.”

Gran’s gone now, but her words live on with Nicholas Dray, almost twelve, as he makes his way from the hot cotton fields to that Queen of Cities: San Francisco. Nick’s on his own for the first time, with nowhere to turn. Then he meets jaunty, talkative Pat


“I believe I can just see you on the streets of that bright city.”

Gran’s gone now, but her words live on with Nicholas Dray, almost twelve, as he makes his way from the hot cotton fields to that Queen of Cities: San Francisco. Nick’s on his own for the first time, with nowhere to turn. Then he meets jaunty, talkative Pat Patterson, owner of the most beautiful store–and the friendliest golden dog–in all the city. And for the first time in months, Nick feels safe. Safe in San Francisco.

But the year is 1906, the month is April, and early one morning the walls begin to shake. The floor begins to buckle. And the earth opens up. A devastating earthquake and then raging firestorms ravage the city, and Nick is right in the middle of it all. But for a young boy who’s got few ties and nothing to lose, what’s the right choice: escape to safety or stay–at deadly risk–to help others?

From acclaimed author Deborah Hopkinson comes a suspenseful and carefully researched novel of the Great 1906 San Francisco Earthquake and Fire and of one boy’s heroic fight to survive it.

From the Hardcover edition.

Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Sally J. K. Davies
When Nicholas Dray's grandmother dies, he has no other family left to take care of him. Only eleven years old, he leaves the hot fields of Texas where he has worked most of his young life as a cotton picker. He decides to run away to the bright lights of San Francisco. Set in 1906, this is the story of a young boy's adventures and fight for survival during the Great San Francisco Earthquake and Fire. During his travels, a Chinese-American boy in Chinatown, a talkative little girl named Annie, a literary shopkeeper by the name of Pat Patterson, and his dog Shakespeare, befriend Nick. When Nick first arrives in San Francisco, he has no job, no money, and no food. He finally finds some work looking after Mr. Patterson's shop while he is away on business for a day. Soon after Mr. Patterson leaves, a huge earthquake hits the city and the destructive fires start. Nick must find a way to keep the shop merchandise safe, help Annie and her injured, pregnant mother reach safety, and rescue the dog "Shake." In the Author's Note, Hopkinson tells how she was inspired to write this story. A newspaper article from that time describes the dramatic story of a young hero named Charles Nicholas Dray who really did risk his life to safe his new employer's important business papers and his employer's dog in San Francisco's Great Earthquake and Fire.
School Library Journal
Gr 5-8-The terror of the 1906 disaster is brought powerfully alive in this fast-paced tale. When 12-year-old Nick Dray's grandmother dies, he is placed in an orphanage. He runs away, leaving Texas for the bright lights of San Francisco. Once there, he talks his way into a job at a stationery store, which he guards while the owner is away on business. One morning, the boy is startled awake by the earthquake and decides he will try to save the man's most prized possessions, including his dog, Shake. Nick also helps his neighbors escape their badly damaged rooming house and leads them to the safety of Golden Gate Park. Readers will feel as if they're in the middle of the nonstop action. Descriptions of the rubble, fire, and chaos are vivid and detailed. The geography and history of the city are woven smoothly into the story, placing all of the action into context. Nick is a thoroughly developed protagonist, as are the supporting characters. There are also some thoughtful insights into the nature of catastrophes, such as "Disaster like this, it's the poor who suffer the most."-Kristen Oravec, Cuyahoga County Public Library, Strongsville, OH Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Running away from the county poor farm in Texas, 11-year-old Nicholas Dray arrives in San Francisco penniless. He convinces Mr. Pat Patterson, a stationer on Jackson Street, to hire him. Nick watches the shop while Pat goes out of town, only to be separated from his new employer when the earthquake hits. Nick manages to save valuables from the store and help save his neighbor Annie Sheridan and her pregnant mother, leading them to safety in Golden Gate Park. In the process, Nick discovers that "the true heart of a city is its people." Characterization and action are strong in this memorable tale of a city and a boy who finds his place in the world. An author's note provides statistics about the havoc wrought by the quake and includes a few titles for readers wanting to learn more. Based on eyewitness accounts, the tale brings to life an event young readers will find fascinating. (Historical fiction. 8-12)
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“Based on eyewitness accounts, the tale brings to life an event young readers will find fascinating.”–Kirkus Reviews

“Middle graders in search of quick, entertaining historical fiction–ideal for book reports–should take a look.”–The Bulletin

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Road Kid

“Hey, kid. Get back here and empty your pockets.”

Nicholas Dray whirled to see a burly policeman pointing a black club right at him. He froze in astonishment. This should not be happening. Not to Nick the Invisible.

Nick could count only three things he was good at. First, he could pick cotton. Working cotton—planting, thinning, chopping, and picking it—was about all he’d done for most of his eleven years.

Nick wasn’t bad at writing, either. Oh, not putting words together to tell a story or anything, just making letters and words look nice. Back in Texas, he’d often come home after working in the fields and sink down with his back against their wooden shack. Before long he’d be scratching in the dust with a stick until Pa yelled at him to finish his chores or Gran called him in to eat some steaming-hot corn bread.

Being invisible was Nick’s third and newest skill. He’d only gotten good at it since becoming a road kid, since that morning a few weeks ago when he’d finally taken off from the Lincoln Poor Farm for Indigents and Orphans.

Nick had worried a lot about whether he’d be able to make it to California from Texas. But between begging rides from farmers and even hopping a few freight trains, things had gone pretty well. Not one policeman or official-looking person had paid him any mind. In fact, Nick had gotten so confident, he’d begun to think of himself as Nick the Invisible.

So how could he have let this policeman sneak up on him? How could it be that now, when he’d finally arrived in San Francisco, just where he wanted to be, he wasn’t invisible at all?

“Hey, kid, didn’t you hear me the first time? Get back here and empty your pockets.” The policeman’s yell drowned out the clanking of a cable car. The big man lumbered closer, looking like a giant bear, with bushy red eyebrows sprouting every which way. “I saw you stick your grimy hand into that vegetable cart.”

“You can’t send me back. I didn’t take anything, Bushy Brows,” Nick mumbled out loud, pushing off into a run.

And that was true enough. Nick hadn’t stolen a thing—at least not yet. He’d only stopped to feast his eyes on the bright lettuces and cabbages and breathe in the fresh, sweet scent of oranges piled in neat rows. He couldn’t help it. He was that hungry.

Nick pulled his old brown cap over his curly hair and lunged into the crowd. His wild hair could be a problem. It made him easy to spot—and easy for policemen like Bushy Brows to remember him.

Nick never used to mind his hair. For one thing, Gran kept it cut close during cotton season so as to keep his head cooler. She’d always told Nick his hair was a gift from his mother. Since his mother had died when he was born, Nick didn’t carry any real memories of her, not the kind that make you sad, anyway. There was just that faded wedding photograph in a cracked frame that Gran kept free of dust as best she could.

“My, how Janet would’ve laughed to see such a shock of wild curls wasted on a boy,” Gran would say in her soft drawl as Nick sat on an upturned bucket while she trimmed away. She always made sure to scatter the cut locks to the wind so the birds would have something for their nests.

Nick risked a glance back at the policeman. Another mistake. He wheeled forward again to find a well-dressed man with a thick brown mustache barreling down on him.

At that moment, Bushy Brows let loose an ear- splitting cry. “Stop. Thief!”

“A thief, eh? I’ll teach you, young ruffian,” growled the man, thrusting out a long black umbrella.


“Ow!” Nick cried out as the umbrella hit his shins. The man made a grab for him, but Nick twisted away, his heart pounding. His head felt light from not eating.

Nick did his best, though. He skipped around businessmen in suits and hats, ladies in long dark skirts and crisp white shirtwaist blouses, deliverymen toting crates and boxes. Veering onto the cobblestone street to avoid bumping a tottering elderly lady, he found himself face to face with a snorting horse pulling a cart.

“Easy, Betsy,” the driver crooned to his mare. “You watch it, boy. Lucky for you I ain’t driving one of those fast new automobiles.”

By now Nick was panting. He could feel drops of sweat trickle down the back of his neck. This should have been easy, but everything was going wrong. And then, just when he felt sure he’d left the police officer behind, he tripped.

Nick threw out his hands, scraping his palms hard on the sidewalk. He groaned and closed his eyes, feeling a wave of sickness wash over him. It all sounded far away: laughter and voices, the ironclad wheels of wagons clattering along on cobbled streets, cable cars screeching and clanging.

“I got you.” Nick felt something hard jab into his back.

The large, round officer loomed above him, panting slightly. Nick looked up and tried to bring the man into focus. His eyebrows were enormous, with hairs sticking out in all directions like a thicket of blackberry branches.

The officer poked. “Get up, boy.”

Nick got to his feet slowly. He staggered a little, feeling dizzy with hunger. “I didn’t take anything, sir. Honest.”

“You talk funny. You’re not from here, are you? We got enough problems with the Chinese without snotty runaways roaming the city,” the policeman grumbled. “Now turn out your pockets and tell me where you live.”

Nick’s heart sank. He stuck his hands into his pockets, closing his right hand tightly around the two coins he’d kept safe for so long.

What was it Mr. Hank had said that last day? “Once a picker, always a picker.”

A cotton picker. Maybe, after all, the boss man had been right. Maybe that’s all he’d ever be.

Cotton Picker

Before. Before the Lincoln Poor Farm for Indigents and Orphans, there’d been Mr. Hank’s farm. He and Gran had landed there in late summer, after they’d been driven off their sharecrop.

“I ain’t happy about taking in an old lady and a kid,” Mr. Hank had grumbled. “But I’m short of hands right about now. If you can keep up and put in a full day’s work, you can stay.”

“My grandson picks cotton faster than a grown man, Mr. Hank,” Gran assured him. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he picks a hundred pounds a day when the cotton is at its peak.”

Mr. Hank scoffed, “He looks too skinny. Probably lazy, too.” And from that moment, Nick made up his mind to try.

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“Based on eyewitness accounts, the tale brings to life an event young readers will find fascinating.”–Kirkus Reviews

“Middle graders in search of quick, entertaining historical fiction–ideal for book reports–should take a look.”–The Bulletin

Meet the Author

Deborah Hopkinson is the author of many acclaimed books for young readers, including Sweet Clara and the Freedom Quilt (Knopf), Apples to Oregon, and Saving Strawberry Farm. Sky Boys: How They Built the Empire State Building, illustrated by James Ransome, will be published in Spring 2006 by Schwartz & Wade Books. The author lives in Oregon.

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Anonymous 5 days ago
I said shakingly beacause the man that te main character ends up bworking for has a two year old or at least i thongk its a two year old golden retriever named Shake short for Shakespeare!! Head to thunder and shados res. One and join SnowClan and leave a post for Skystar. Please.
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Good book!!!!
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Into the fire Storm by: Deborah Hopkinson Do you want adventure, excitement and action? Well, this book is for you. This book is for any one who is eager to learn about the 1906 earthquake in San-Francisco. The information in this book is perfect for the middle school age group. The voice the author used was very into the characters for example: after reading this book I could describe the characters as if they where my best friends. It was also in chronological order to the earthquake events. You could just imagine you where there. The book is about a boy named nick he lost his parents at a young age and lived with his grandmother for a while, but she dies of an illness while nick was picking cotton in the fields. He had picked cotton all his life, and now that his family is gone he wants out. So he runs away to San-Francisco, and meets up with his new ¿family¿ a shop keep and a dog that Mr. Pat 'the shop keep' loves like his own son, and the dogs name is shake 'short for Shakespeare'. Almost a day after they had all met Mr. Pat had to go on a business trip. So, he left his beloved dog behind with nick to watch over. As soon as he left Anna 'a ¿friend¿ he met the day before' heard and told him congratulations. The next morning nick woke up to find the dog was gone, and the world was shaking and he blurted out the word EARTHQUAKE! He saw Annie and her pregnant mother and tried to get them to safety which would be Union Square. Their journey to Union Square is a hard one. He still hasn¿t found shake, and he doesn¿t even know if he will make it out of here alive. It¿s up to you to find out who lives, who dies, and who you will never see again. Take my advice this is a good read.