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Lake in the Clouds (Wilderness Series #3)
     

Lake in the Clouds (Wilderness Series #3)

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by Sara Donati
 

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In her extraordinary novels Into the Wilderness and Dawn on a Distant Shore, award-winning writer Sara Donati deftly captured the vast, untamed wilderness of late-eighteenth-century New York and the trials and triumphs of the Bonner family. Now Donati takes on a new and often overlooked chapter in our nation’s past—and in the life of the

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In her extraordinary novels Into the Wilderness and Dawn on a Distant Shore, award-winning writer Sara Donati deftly captured the vast, untamed wilderness of late-eighteenth-century New York and the trials and triumphs of the Bonner family. Now Donati takes on a new and often overlooked chapter in our nation’s past—and in the life of the spirited Bonners—as their oldest daughter, the brave and beautiful Hannah, comes of age with a challenge that will change her forever. Masterfully told, this passionate story is a moving tribute to a resilient, adventurous family and a people poised at the brink of a new century.

It is the spring of 1802, and the village of Paradise is still reeling from the typhoid epidemic of the previous summer. Elizabeth and Nathaniel Bonner have lost their two-year-old son, Hannah’s half brother Robbie, but they struggle on as always: the men in the forests, the twins Lily and Daniel in Elizabeth’s school, and Hannah as a doctor in training, apprenticed to Richard Todd. Hannah is descended from healers on both sides—one Scots grandmother and one Mohawk—and her reputation as a skilled healer in her own right is growing.

After a long night spent attending to a birth, Elizabeth and Hannah encounter an escaped slave hiding on the mountain. She calls herself Selah Voyager, and she is looking for Curiosity Freeman—a former slave herself, one of the village’s wisest women and Elizabeth’s closest friend. The Bonners take Selah, desperately ill, to Lake in the Clouds to care for her, and with that simple act they are drawn into the secret life that Curiosity and Galileo Freeman and their grown children have been leading for almost ten years. The Bonners will do what they must to protect the Freemans, just as Hannah will protect her patient, who presents more than one kind of challenge. For a bounty hunter is afoot—Hannah’s childhood friend and first love, Liam Kirby.

While Elizabeth and Nathaniel undertake a treacherous journey through the endless forests to bring Selah to safety in the north, Hannah embarks on a very different journey to New-York City, with two goals: to learn the secrets of vaccination against smallpox, a disease that threatens Paradise, and to find out what she can about Liam’s immediate past and what caused him to change so drastically from the boy she once loved. The obstacles she faces as a woman and a Mohawk make her confront questions long avoided about her place in the world.

Those questions follow her back to Paradise, where she finds that the medical miracle she brings with her will not cure prejudice or superstition, nor can it solve the problem of slavery. No sooner have the Bonners begun to rebound from their losses—old and new—than they find themselves confronted by more than one old enemy in a battle that will test the strength of their love for one another. Hannah faces the decision she has always dreaded: will she make a life for herself in a white world, or among her mother’s people?

Editorial Reviews

bn.com
Readers of Into the Wilderness and Dawn on a Distant Shore followed the Bonners as this hearty band of settlers attempted to establish themselves in late-18th-century New York. Here Elizabeth and Nathaniel Bonner are still coping with the aftermath of the 1801 epidemic that took their two-year-old son. In this absorbing installment, the Bonners embark on two humanitarian missions. Elizabeth and Nathaniel begin a perilous trek to bring an escaped slave to safety; and their daughter Hannah leaves for faraway New York City, searching for information about a vaccination for deadly smallpox.
Publishers Weekly
In this overly long and melodramatic sequel to Into the Wilderness, Donati continues the saga of the Bonner family as they struggle to survive in the wilderness of New York in 1802. They live on a secluded farmstead, high up on a mountain; the nearest town is named Paradise, a cruel joke for a place full of suspicious, fearful gossipmongers. Nathaniel and Elizabeth Bonner are solid citizens and loving parents, a kind of Ward and June Cleaver in buckskin. Hannah, a bright, courageous young woman who dreams of becoming a doctor, is Nathaniel's half-Mohawk daughter by his first wife. The plot involves all the Bonners, and their white and Indian relatives and friends, in the dangerous scheme of smuggling escaped slaves north to freedom in Canada. Add spurned lovers, bounty hunters, scheming women, colorful crackpots, racial prejudice, cruelty, murder, robbery, illicit sex, smallpox and an epidemic of scarlet fever, and 600 pages go by pretty quickly. There is little suspense, despite the smuggling plotline, and the reader is left merely to keep track of scores of characters (many of whom die during the epidemic). Hannah is the most compelling figure, as she tries to combine Indian and white man's medicines and be accepted in an insular, male-dominated profession while also dealing with an old flame who's tracking a runaway slave. Donati's descriptions of early 19th-century medical procedures, remedies and primitive vaccination techniques are graphic and authentic. Although the story could have been trimmed by at least 100 pages, it will still please fans of soap-opera-style historical fiction. (Aug. 6) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A sprawling sequel to Dawn on a Distant Shore (2001) returns to Elizabeth Bonner, her husband Nathaniel, and Nathaniel's half-Indian daughter Hannah, now a young woman and an accomplished healer. With a map sewn from patches of cloth, a fugitive slave named Selah Voyager makes her way to the hamlet of Paradise, near Lake in the Clouds in the wilds of New York, circa 1802. She is lost in the woods and heavily pregnant. Hannah, compassionate and wise, hides Selah from bounty hunters and cures her various ills, aided by her devoted parents. Meanwhile, stepmother Elizabeth is a fount of wisdom who quotes the Bible and Greek philosophers, too, while she makes poultices and herbal remedies for one and all. And Hannah's loving father Nathaniel is strong and good, and much given to spouting Indian lore and legends he picked up from the kindly Mohawks who raised him. But, alas, there is trouble in Paradise: a spiteful young serving woman named Jemima Southern is not content with her lot and delights in gossip. She manages to ferret out all sorts of useful information as she goes about her business on behalf of her employer, the wealthy widow Kuick, who owns the all-important town mill. Turns out that the Ambrose Dye, the overseer at the mill, has a vested interest in finding the runaway slave: Selah belonged to his sister-and Selah killed his brother-in-law. But thanks to the good women of Paradise, the wicked will not prevail, though they try mighty hard in various and sundry ways. That Jemima gets into all sorts of mischief that pretty much drives this meandering story through its intricate twists and turns. When she hears of a hidden treasure in a strongbox, her machinations lead to disasterand eventually all hell breaks loose . . . but there are still many pages to go and a cast of thousands to account for. Interminable.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780553582796
Publisher:
Random House Publishing Group
Publication date:
04/29/2003
Series:
Sara Donati's Wilderness Series , #3
Edition description:
Reprint
Pages:
672
Sales rank:
47,486
Product dimensions:
4.19(w) x 6.86(h) x 1.15(d)

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Chapter One

In the spring of Elizabeth Middleton Bonner's thirty-eighth year, when she believed herself to be settled, secure, and well beyond adventure, Selah Voyager came to Paradise.

It was the screaming of the osprey that brought the women face to face, just past dawn on a Sunday morning. Elizabeth and her stepdaughter Hannah were skirting the marsh at the far end of Half-Moon Lake when the birds started up, making so much noise chasing each other in great diving swoops that the two of them stopped right there to watch. Weary as she was, Elizabeth was glad of the excuse to rest.

On the edge of New York's endless forests the winter gave way reluctantly to warm weather, but when the osprey came back to the lake it was a certainty that the last of the ice would soon be gone. And there were other signs as well, all around them: a red-winged blackbird perched on a cattail; wood frogs hidden among the rushes, their queer duck-clack call echoing over the water; reeds flushed with new green. Elizabeth was looking over the lake and taking comfort in what the day had to offer when Hannah caught sight of a clutch of small white flowers in first blossom. Bloodroot gave up a deep scarlet dye, and it was highly prized.

Elizabeth said, "Can't it wait?" And knew it could not; Hannah simply could not walk away from such a useful growing thing. That she had gone a night without rest was immaterial: she could have run up the mountain and trotted back down again without stopping, or needing to.

With an apologetic look, Hannah pulled a small spade from her basket and knelt down to lift the plant. And froze, as still and attentive as a deer who comes upon a hunter in an unexpected place.

Almost directly before her was a pair of shoes, sitting atop a low oak stump in the early morning sun, as if put there to dry after a walk through the bush. Roughly cobbled and worn down to almost nothing, with scratched blue buckles. Elizabeth had never seen such shoes on anybody in Paradise.

A stranger on the mountain then, and not far off.

The thing to do would be to walk on. It was foolish to even consider confronting a stranger (a trespasser, Elizabeth reminded herself) on the mountain, no matter how curious the footwear such a person might wear. Not with the solemn charge entrusted to her this morning; not as weary as she was. The men would see to it. With the osprey still screeching and wheeling over the lake, Elizabeth was staring at the shoes and arguing silently with herself when Hannah took things into her own hands and pushed the hobblebushes aside.

In a little hollow under an outcropping of stone, a woman lay curled into a ball. Her skin was darker and richer in color than the earth she had slept on; under a homespun jacket her belly was round and taut: yet another child getting ready to fight its way into the world. The vague curiosity that had come to Elizabeth at the sight of the blue buckles was replaced immediately with dread as the woman pulled away from them, her face blank with fear.

It was more than eight years since Elizabeth had last encountered an escaped slave, but she knew with complete certainty that this young woman had run away from someone who considered her to be property.

She said, "You needn't fear us. Have you lost your way?"

For a moment she didn't move at all, and then she scrambled up into a sitting position, looking from Hannah to Elizabeth and back again. Under a high forehead her eyes were luminous with fever, and a trippling pulse beat at the hollow of her throat, as frantic as a bird's.

"I am Elizabeth Bonner. This is my stepdaughter Hannah."

Some of the fear left the woman's face. Her mouth worked without sound, as if language were a burden she had left somewhere on the trail behind her; when her voice finally came to her it was unusually deep and hoarse.

"The schoolteacher. Nathaniel Bonner's wife." She stifled a cough against the back of her hand.

"Yes," said Elizabeth. "Do you know my husband?"

"I heard stories, yes, ma'am."

Hannah said, "You're ill."

She nodded and the turban wrapped around her head slipped; the girl's hair had been shaved to the scalp not so long ago. With trembling fingers she set it to rights. "Been sleeping on the wet ground."

"Were you trying to find someone in the village?" It was as close as Elizabeth could come to asking what she really wanted to know, but it was Hannah who answered.

"She was looking for Curiosity," she said, evoking the name of Elizabeth's closest friend, a woman she loved and trusted as well as any of her own family. To hear Curiosity Freeman's name in connection with a runaway slave in Paradise made complete sense—and was utterly alarming. And what was Hannah's role in this? Elizabeth might have asked, but her stepdaughter had already turned her attention to the stranger and spoke to her directly.

"Curiosity wasn't where she was supposed to be, was she? She had a birth to attend to, but you couldn't know that. So you left again."

The rest of the fear drained from the young woman's face, and Elizabeth saw that she was burning with more than one kind of fever. There was fierce purpose and an acute intelligence in those dark eyes.

She reached into the pocket tied by a string around her waist and held out her hand to them. In the center of her work-hardened palm lay a thin round disk of wood, its edges carved in a geometric pattern, and a white stone lodged at its center. The sight of it made Elizabeth's heart leap in her chest.

"Where did you get that?"

She coughed again, and her fingers swept to a close over the bijou, a gesture as elegant as the folding of a wing. "Almanzo Freeman set me on the path. He gave it to me."

"Almanzo? But he lives—"

"In New York City, yes ma'am. More than two weeks now I been on my way. Last stopped just outside of Johnstown."

The last time Elizabeth had made the journey from New York City to Johnstown, it had taken a full seven days by boat, stage, and wagon. To walk this far from Johnstown would require another two days at the very least; perhaps more, with the April muck at its worst. She could hardly imagine what this young woman had managed on her own, in strange countryside.

"Daughter." Elizabeth spoke in the Mohawk language of Hannah's mother's people. "What do you know about this?"

"I know enough," answered Hannah calmly, in the same language. "But there's no time to explain right now. She's sick, and we can't take her through the village by day."

It was a question, and it wasn't. In her usual competent fashion Hannah had already decided what must be done, and she simply waited for Elizabeth to come to the same conclusion.

And how was she to put a coherent thought together with the osprey screaming and two women staring at her? One of them young enough never to give her own safety a thought; the other with good reason to fear for her life. A young woman in need of help, sent here by Curiosity's son Almanzo, a free man of color living in the city. There were people in Paradise who would take pleasure in returning this woman to whatever punishment waited. Perhaps they would take her child from her.

Elizabeth was aware of the fragile bundle in her arms, suddenly as heavy as iron. She said, "We will take you home with us, Miss—What is your name?"

The young woman straightened her shoulders and took a hitching breath. "Selah Voyager." And then: "I'm thankful for your kindness, ma'am, but I'll just wait here till dark."

"Nonsense," said Elizabeth, more sternly than she intended. "You are hungry and fevered, and this is not such an isolated spot as you might think, so close to the lake. You are much safer at Lake in the Clouds. As are we."

Before they were even in sight of the cabins, the sound of children's shrieking laughter came to them. Selah Voyager jerked to a sudden stop and turned toward Elizabeth.

Hannah said, "There's nothing to fear. The children dive into the water in the mornings and the cold makes them howl."

But it wasn't the children's laughter that had brought Selah up short: her gaze was fixed at a point behind them. Elizabeth knew without turning that someone stood there, and that this young woman had ears keen enough to have heard him, although Elizabeth had not.

Nathaniel said, "I went down to ask after you two, and here you are almost home without me. I see you've brought us some company."

The truth was, her husband's voice had such power over her that Elizabeth's anxiety simply gave way, replaced by relief and pleasure. His hand was on her shoulder and she covered it with her own as she turned to him.

"This is Miss Voyager," Elizabeth said. "She is a friend of Curiosity's."

The young woman curtsied, stifling a cough in her fist.

"Glad to make your acquaintance." Nathaniel's tone was easy, but his expression was equal parts concern and interest.

Hannah said, "We came up the west way, Da. She's chilled through and I want to get her inside."

"Better see to it, then." He was looking hard at Hannah, reading what she had not said from the set of her shoulders and her guarded expression. "We'll follow directly."

Selah Voyager drew herself up to her full height. "Mr. Bonner sir, I am grateful for your help."

Nathaniel managed a smile. "Don't know that I've been any help to you, but you're welcome on Hidden Wolf."

Hannah put out her arms, pointing with her chin to Elizabeth's bundle. When she had taken it and walked on with Selah, Nathaniel pulled his wife closer to examine her face.

"Another stillbirth?"

She nodded, leaning into him.

"I feared as much when you were so long. Kitty's out of danger?"

"Curiosity thinks she will survive, but the child was too small. We said we would bury her next to the others, and then on the way home—" Her voice went suddenly hoarse.

Nathaniel took her by the arm. "You're so tired your knees are wobbling. You can tell me what there is to tell sitting down as well as standing."

The high valley was an oddity, a triangle cut into the side of the mountain at sharp angles. At its far end a waterfall dropped into a narrow gorge; at the widest point two L-shaped cabins stood among blue spruce and birch trees. Three generations of Bonners lived in the east cabin, nearest the falls, and in the other, slightly to the west, lived some of Nathaniel Bonner's Mohawk relatives by his first marriage.

Nathaniel and Elizabeth came out of the woods into the cornfield on the outer apron of the glen. The smell of the earth waking to the spring sun was strong in the air; the stubble of last year's corn crunched underfoot. At the edge of the field a single stunted pine tree had fought its way up through a spill of boulders. Nathaniel sat there and pulled Elizabeth down to sit in the vee of his legs, the back of her head resting on his shoulder and his arms around her waist. Her hair smelled of lavender and chalk and ink, of the tallow candles that had burned all night in a birthing room crowded and tense enough to make her sweat. That was one story she did not have to tell: he had heard others like it too often.

The sound of the waterfall and the children's voices echoed against the cliffs, coming to them in fits and starts: Lily and Kateri scolding, and the boys' laughter in response. Elizabeth was content to be quiet and let him talk, so he told her what had passed while she was in the village, about Hawkeye and Runs-from-Bears going out to walk the trap lines and the fox Blue-Jay killed with his sling shot when it came after the hens. Matilda Kaes had stopped by with five yards of linen, in lieu of cash payment for her grandson's tuition at Elizabeth's school, and Daniel and Blue-Jay had brought a world of trouble upon themselves by eating a pan of stolen cornbread soaked with maple syrup from the last tapping. Nathaniel wondered to himself why, if the boys had made up their minds to eat themselves sick, they hadn't let their sisters in on it, an oversight which had sent Lily and Kateri straight to Many-Doves to report the larceny.

Elizabeth laughed a little at that picture.

Nathaniel said, "You make a man work mighty hard for a smile, Boots."

She twisted in his arms so that he could see that she was capable of smiling, or trying to. They had lost many things in the last year that could not be replaced, and Elizabeth's easy smile was not the least of them. Her sorrow was as clear as the gray of her eyes.

In August a putrid sore throat had come down on the village out of nowhere. Richard Todd and Curiosity had known straight off what they were dealing with, but it took some weeks before the rest of them came to understand. Even after Hannah read them an extract from one of her books, there was no way to really take in the nature of the beast she called malignant quinsy—not until he saw it in the throat of his youngest son.

Hannah made him look, and to this day he wished he had refused. He would no more be able to forget the membrane growing in the soft tissues of the throat than he could forget the boy it had choked to death. Nathaniel thought of the disease as a living thing, a stranger come among them to steal, quick and cruel and unstoppable.

When it was done, not one family had escaped. At Lake in the Clouds they had buried two of their own: Hannah's grandmother Falling-Day, and cradled against her chest for safekeeping, Robbie Bonner, just two years old. Nathaniel still expected to hear the boy's voice whenever he opened his front door.

She said, "Kitty's little girl never even took a breath, Nathaniel. At least we had Robbie for a short while."

"Too short," he said, sounding angry, because he was and always would be. Angry at himself, for letting the boy slip away. The truth was, Nathaniel could not make Elizabeth put down her grief any more than he could put aside his own.

Meet the Author

Sara Donati is the pen name of Rosina Lippi. She lives with her husband, daughter, and various pets in an area between the Cascade Mountains and the Puget Sound.

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Lake in the Clouds (Wilderness Series #3) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 99 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I must say that I was not sure how good this book was going to be, because I was a bit disappointed with Dawn on a Distant Shore. But Donati is back on sure footing here, and is writing about what she knows. I found the 8 year or so time lapse from the end of Dawn on a Distant Shore disconcerting at first, but it ended up being effective, allowing us to see the maturing of LIly and Daniel & especially Hannah (although Lily spoke a bit too maturely for a girl of her young years). It was nice to see all of the old characters and to meet some new ones. Hannah is very likable (and for Diana Gabaldon fans who are also Sara Donati fans perhaps you might appreciate that Hannah is a character entirely unto herself, rather than an extension of her father, as Brianna Fraser seems to be). Some bits were confusing, but will clear up after a second read--however, the last 200 pages or so are tremendously exciting, as the reader is back in Paradise with a terrific plot. All in all, I would say it was a very good book--I enjoyed it and will definitely read it again and again. I have to say that I feared the series would tire itself out, but it has not--in fact, it leaves me with anticipation of another book. Fantastic job, Ms. Donati!
Guest More than 1 year ago
When I first read Into the wilderness I thought it was one of the best books ever written. The writing is excellent, the language beatiful and poetic yet easy to understand and the descriptions of people and places so vivid. The charachters are very strong and halfway through the book I felt as if I had known them for years. Lake In The Clouds certainly does not dissapoint. There is everything from passion, love, humor and adventure. The author very bravely and honestly deals with issues such as racism, class issues and political injustice. To classify this book as a mere romance novel would be very unfair in my opinion and I would definetly recommend it anyone.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is the 3rd book in a fantastic series. If you like Diana Gabaldon you will love this.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Sara Donati has written another outstanding novel! It is rich in it's portral of her wonderful and unique characters and their adventures, loves, trials and triumphs. Read all of her 'Wilderness' book and don't miss a second of any page!
Jamie Eggleston More than 1 year ago
Read the first two from library, but bought the rest of the series for my nook. Loved the whole series. Characters are well rounded, felt like I was in the story. Full of emotion and drama. Highly recommend.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A wonderful series that will leave you thinking of the characters long after you read it. This is one of the few series I could read again.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Lake in The Clouds was wonderful, but I've thought that about every book in the series. I love how the descriptions are so vivid and how I begin to feel what the characters are feeling. If I'm right about the seen the previous reviewer was referring to, in my opinion, it wasn't a big deal. It was only a page and a half long and would only offend certain people's 'moral values'.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In 1802 escaped slave Selah Voyager arrives in Paradise near Half Moon Lake, New York. The ailing Selah seeks Curiosity Freeman, but runs into Elizabeth Bonner and her stepdaughter Hannah instead. Because Selah is sick, Hannah a healer insists on helping the runaway slave regain her health. On Selah¿s tail is bounty hunter and former Paradise resident Liam Kirby, who Hannah loved when they were children. Though Liam¿s appearance tosses her heart for a loop and avaricious neighbors see reward money for turning in Selah, Hannah believes she must follow her values and do the right thing for the runaway slave. Though her actions are noble, Hannah¿s endeavor places herself, her school teaching father, and her stepmother in danger. Fans of historical novels need to read LAKE IN THE CLOUD, a tremendous early Americana tale that brings alive the first decade of the nineteenth century as few books have accomplished. Though rich with interwoven detail, the intelligently and exciting plot contains era issues that the strong cast enables the audience to comprehend including how courageous the Bonner family is. Mindful of the great works of Van Reid, Sara Donati continues her epic adventure (see INTO THE WILDERNESS and DAWN ON A DISTANT SHORE) with another winner. Harriet Klausner
Anonymous 7 months ago
Im only 20 pages in and im sore disappointed. 10 years have passed since book 2. Luke and giselle in scotland, elizabeth has another kid that dies along with falling day and elizabeths father....i thought those are major events. Hopefully book gets better
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There were parts of the book that were very slow and I found myself skimming. While I usually like a long novel, Lake In The Clouds was too long. I loved being able to continue with this interesting series and its characters, however, and thoroughly enjoy Donati's books.
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Angelkixxes3 More than 1 year ago
Lake in the Clouds is #2 on my favorite list for this series. I would highly recommend this series. Especially if you are a Diana Gabaldon fan. Very similar writing styles!!
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Love this series!
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GeoJam More than 1 year ago
My favorite book is the the first in this series but it is a must to read them all. You become inthralled with the characters and have to know their stories and how it will all turn out. This is a historical drama that takes its time to tell a story and give you the since of time and place. Enjoy being transported to the new world and its freedoms and hardships!
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