The Tinker's Daughter: A Story Based on the Life of Mary Bunyan [NOOK Book]

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John Bunyan, author of Pilgrim's Progress, only mentioned one of his children in his memoirs- Mary. Born blind, her story still intrigues us today. Mary developed a fierce determination for independence despite her disability after years of proving she was not hindered by her blindness. Only when she admits she needs help does she tap into the Source of all strength.

Imagines the search for faith experienced by the ten-year-old blind daughter of John Bunyan, author ...

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John Bunyan, author of Pilgrim's Progress, only mentioned one of his children in his memoirs- Mary. Born blind, her story still intrigues us today. Mary developed a fierce determination for independence despite her disability after years of proving she was not hindered by her blindness. Only when she admits she needs help does she tap into the Source of all strength.

Imagines the search for faith experienced by the ten-year-old blind daughter of John Bunyan, author of "Pilgrim's Progess," during her father's imprisonment for preaching found contrary to the edicts of the Church of England.

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Warm and inspiring, The Tinker's Daughter abounds with word pictures that bring meaning to the world of blind Mary Bunyan.  Sure to touch a family's heart!
-Lois Walfrid Johnson, Author, Adventures of the North Woods and The Riverboat Adventures Series

A great read!  Mary Bunyan's life shows the power of God's Word to change hearts and overcome hardships, whether you live in the 1600s or today.
-Pamela Walls, Author, Abby & The South Seas Adventures series

Wendy Lawton has a gift for transporting her readers back in time and making that time so real.  One cannot help but admire Mary Bunyan, who, though blind, is able to accomplish so much.  What a wonderful example of love, sometimes tough love, in action.  Mary's life is her testimony, and this powerfully written story makes one want to be like her.
-Lauraine Snelling, Author, Golden Filly and High Hurdle series

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781575677057
  • Publisher: Moody Publishers
  • Publication date: 4/1/2002
  • Series: Daughters of the Faith Series
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: New Edition
  • Pages: 144
  • Sales rank: 720,215
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

WENDY LAWTON, an award-winning writer, sculptor, and doll designer, founded the Lawton Doll Company in 1979. She currently works as an agent for the Books&Such Literary Agency. Wendy has written numerous books, including six for her Daughters of Faith series and four for her Real TV series. Wendy is active in her church and is a frequent speaker for women's groups. Wendy and her husband, Keith, are parents to three adult children and live in Hilmar, California.
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The Tinker's Daughter

A Story Based on the Life of Mary Bunyan


By Wendy Lawton, Cessandra Dillon

Moody Publishers

Copyright © 2002 Wendy Lawton
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-57567-705-7



CHAPTER 1

Farewell at the Forge


Clang, clink, clink. Clang, clink, clink. The sledgehammer beat a steady rhythm against the hot metal sheet on the anvil.

"Papa? What are you making?" Mary spoke loudly because of the roaring fire in the forge.

"When did you come in, wee Mary?"

"I have been sitting on the stool for a while, listening to you work." Mary asked her question again. "What are you making?"

"I am making a lantern," he answered, hitting the metal again.

Mary could tell by the sound that the metal was not yet thin enough for Papa to begin piercing the intricate patterns that would allow light to escape. Once the sheet had been perforated, he would shape the metal into a cylinder. How good it felt to sit beside the warm forge while her father worked the metal! The sounds and smells reminded her of the old times.

"I came out here to think," Papa said. "I can always think better with a hammer in hand."

"Do you want me to go back into the cottage so that you can be alone?"

"Nay, Mary." She heard him put his tools down. He closed the door to the forge. She could feel her father pull his bigger stool next to hers. "There. 'Tis much quieter. We haven't had a good talk in a long time." Her father's strong hands lifted her off her stool and into the familiar nest of his lap. She almost protested that she was not a babe in arms, but she wriggled deeper into the warmth and comfort instead. Inhaling the mixture of wood smoke, soap, and earth that mingled with the beloved scent of her father was a comfort not to be denied.

"'Tis a good thing you are still a wee mite, Mary."

"I am not ..." Mary started to protest but she could feel the chuckles rumbling in her father's belly and she realized that he was teasing her. "Oh, Papa."

"You are no bigger than my anvil. But you are much more interesting."

"Will you tell me what you see ... please?" Nobody could paint a picture with words the way her father, John Bunyan, could. Mary, blind since birth, lived for her father's descriptions. They made her feel as though she could see.

"Aye. Now then, where shall I begin? Picture a thick head of fine hair, curling slightly at the shoulder, eyes the color of this smooth piece of metal," he put a cold piece of metal in her hand, "and an uncommonly tickly mustache. I must confess—I am a handsome man. I stand taller than any in Bedford. I have—"

"Oh, Papa. Do not tease me so and stop tickling me with your mustache! I know what you are like. Everyone talks of you," she said, teasing him right back, "although never have I heard you referred to as handsome."

Papa's stomach bounced her as he laughed.

She felt shy asking, but the older she was, the more she wondered about herself. "Could you tell me what I look like?"

How Papa loved to tease his children. It was hard to get a solemn answer from him. "You may be a little bigger than my anvil." He lifted her high into the air, feet dangling. "Hmm, I would say about five stone in weight."

"I know the lightness of my frame, but I also know I am as strong as an ox." She was getting exasperated. Don't fathers ever know when to be serious with their daughters?

Her father settled her on his knees. "Well, little daughter, I must admit that you are passing fair."

"You mean I am pretty?"

"You have curls the color of wild honey warmed by the fireplace." He pulled on one of her ringlets.

Mary was forever trying to pull Mama's tortoise-shell comb through her tangle of curls, but she loved the picture of warm honey. The smooth richness of honey was hard to forget, even in this month of November. Each summer the honey was warmed so that the wax of the honeycomb would float to the surface. The smell was not easily forgotten. And the taste ... "I do like the sound of that color." She waited for him to go on.

"Your eyes are the same gentle blue of your mama's silky ribbon." His voice had become as soft as the well-worn ribbon.

Mary slept with that ribbon each night since her mama died and kept it tucked in her apron pocket by day.

"Your mama was a beautiful woman, Mary," her father said, reading her thoughts. "She had the same honey hair as you, but instead of your curls, hers was smooth and straight." He sighed, and the slow intake and release of breath shifted Mary ever so slightly on his lap. "When we wed, she brought me the most valuable dowry a man could obtain."

Dowry. The word sounded familiar, but Mary could not place it. "What is a dowry?"

"When a couple marries, the girl's family shares its wealth with the newlyweds. Most often it is silver coins or even gold, but your mama's dowry was far more valuable." He paused and Mary waited for the story. "She brought two books with her to the marriage: Plain Man's Pathway to Heaven by Pastor Arthur Dent and Practice of Piety by Lewis Bayly."

Mary heard a scuffling sound by the far window and another sound that caused fear to grip her stomach—a cynical laugh that could only belong to Gifre. "Did you hear that, Papa?" asked Mary.

"Hear what?"

"I thought I heard Gifre sneaking around outside." Perhaps she was wrong.

"No, I heard nothing over the din of the forge, but my hearing is not as sensitive as yours. Has that boy been bullying you again?" Papa asked.

"He never stopped, but I do not allow it to worry me." Mary stiffened her back. After all, he would not risk hurting her ... would he? "But we were speaking of Mama's dowry—you said the books were valuable. More valuable than gold?"

"These were," her father answered, "for they helped me find my way to the Truth." He paused. "Never have I hidden my own rough youth from you, Mary. It was said that there was no one in the village of Elstow who could blaspheme like the young tinker, John Bunyan. I am not proud of it, mind you, but it is a fact."

"And these books taught you how to stop cursing?" Mary asked.

"Oh, no, I could never have changed my life by myself. They pointed me to the One who would change me. Your mama helped set me on the path too. No question about that."

"If you tried hard enough, surely you could have conquered the habit," Mary said with determination.

"My fiercely independent little daughter," her father said, sighing. "You'll have your own arduous journey to make until you learn that you cannot do it in your own strength. I doubt not that you will come to Christ, but you shall have to discover the Truth on your own, just as I did."

"Tell me what you mean, Father."

"You have spent so many years proving that you are little hindered by blindness that you have developed a fearsome determination. Your toughest lesson may be learning how to depend on God and on other people." Papa was quiet for a time. "Your mama would be proud of you, Mary. Look at how much you have done since she has been gone. You are scarcely ten years old, yet you have helped your sister care for the household and you have been a little mama to Jake and Thomas."

"I loved doing it, Papa. Bets and I were a team until—" Mary realized she had said too much. Papa had married Elizabeth the year following Mama's death. Elizabeth was kind, with a soft voice and gentle hands. Bets said their new stepmother was pretty, but she was only seventeen years old. Seventeen. Just seven years older than Mary. There was no way Elizabeth could ever be a mama to Mary.

"Mary, you are the oldest child and I know you had a hard time accepting Elizabeth." After giving Mary a chance to reply, he continued. "I never thought I would be able to love again after your mama died, but Elizabeth was a gift from God. Coming into our family of four children cannot have been easy for her, but she has done her best to ease the burden."

"I know, Papa." Mary hung her head as Papa continued to talk.

"I had hoped you would be friends long before this, and now with the new baby on the way ..." His arms enfolded her as he rocked her back and forth as if she were the baby. She wished she could stay like this forever, even if she was almost grown.

"I will try, Father. I will try much harder."

"You will, lass. I value your strength. If anything were to happen, you would be one to depend on."

Mary shivered. If anything were to happen.

Ever since he started preaching about four years ago, things had not been the same. How odd that her father was at the center of this whirlwind of English politics and religion. She remembered when he worked as a tinker in Elstow. How she yearned for the days when he spent his time mending pots and kettles and fashioning things out of metal.

* * *

The trouble had started several weeks earlier with warnings. Late at night men came to the cottage to speak with her father. "You must stop preaching," one warned. "Word is out that in spite of promising tolerance, the parish churches are pressuring King Charles to do something about the nonconformists."

Another voice chimed in, "Ever since the royalists managed to get Charles on the throne they have been anxious for a restoration of their former power." The voice grew more insistent. "They see you as a threat."

"They do not endure threats lightly," the first voice warned.

Mary recalled the sound of Father shifting his stance. By the thud of his firmly planted feet, she knew that he was not going to budge.

"Thank you, brothers, for the warning," he had said. "I know that you did so at great risk to your own families. I wish it did not have to come to this, but we made too much progress to allow our freedoms to be swallowed by the state church's bid to regain power."

They argued for hours. Much of it was confusing to Mary, but she understood that her father was too visible and too successful as a lay preacher to go unnoticed. The people who assembled to hear him talk about the Lord had begun to number into the hundreds. Papa made words come alive. No one could make Mary see more clearly than Papa. He seemed to have that effect on everyone.

When they left, Mary had hundreds of questions for her father. "Why are we in trouble, Papa?"

"'Tis not 'we' who are in trouble, wee Mary, 'tis I."

"What did you do wrong?"

"God called me to preach and I answered that call. During Cromwell's time we worshipped with complete freedom outside of the state church. Were it just a few years earlier, my activities would be perfectly legal. Now—who knows?"

"Can you simply stop preaching?"

"No, lass. I spent many years of my life wandering from God. If I have learned but one lesson, it is that I would sooner face danger in partnership with Him than a life of ease apart from Him."

"What will happen if you continue?" Mary could not imagine life without Papa.

"I am afraid it will go hard on us, Mary. Unless something intervenes, I will be arrested. If I still don't agree to give up my calling, I will be sent away from England, or worse." He paused. "Are you sure you want to hear the answers to your questions?"

"Aye, Papa."

"Aye." Her father sighed. "Never have I seen a one like you, Mary. You are a child in years only—you have borne more than your share of burdens." She found herself in her favorite place, sitting on Papa's lap, surrounded by his great, gentle arms.

"How I pray that you learn you cannot carry your burden alone."

* * *

"Mary, what are you thinking about?"

They were still sitting by the forge, but Mary's mind had been miles away.

"I was thinking about the trouble. Do you think—" Mary heard the cottage door slam and Bets calling for Papa.

"In here." Papa put Mary down, but held on to her hand. She could hear him breathing slowly, as if to fortify himself.

"Papa! There are men coming," Bets announced breathlessly. "Elizabeth says it is the constables." Mary could hear the quiver of fear in Bets's voice. Bets was just ten months younger than Mary and they had been each other's confidants for as long as they could remember. It took a lot to scare Bets.

"Girls, into the cottage by the back door. I shall close the forge and follow."

Papa had barely gotten into the house when they heard a ferocious pounding on the front door. The battering continued until the door was opened and Papa was summoned. Mary crowded close to Papa so she could tell what was happening. The constable with the heaviest tread—the one who smelled of roast mutton—cleared his throat with an explosive harrumphing sound and then began reading in a self-important voice. She could only catch snatches of the unfamiliar words.

"... an upholder and maintainer of unlawful assemblies and conventicles." He made more phlegm-clearing noises. She could hear a crowd gathering outside the open door. "... not conforming to the National Worship of the Church of England."

He was arresting Papa for unlicensed preaching. "John Bunyan, you are under arrest and sentenced to perpetual banishment by order of his majesty, Charles II, King of England." Perpetual banishment! Her stomach twisted. That meant that he was to be sent away from England forever.

Mary heard the crowd milling outside the open door. Some were even weeping. As her father slowly gathered his things, she heard a thud and felt the shudder of something heavy hitting the floor. Someone outside shrieked, "Elizabeth has fainted."

Mary moved to where Elizabeth had been standing. Her father leaned close to her ear. His voice was broken—so different from the playful, teasing voice in the forge. "Mary, take care of Elizabeth. If you can, please get word to me at the Bedford Gaol that everything is well—or find someone to send a note to me—anything. Anything." He kneeled on the floor by his unconscious wife for what seemed to be the longest time. Was he praying? Was he crying? She heard him kiss Elizabeth.

Mary could hear her sister Bets bring the baby to their father. As usual, Bets was trying to be strong, but Mary could sense the wad of sorrow groaning in Bets's chest. Two lingering kisses and murmurings—one must have been for Bets, the other for little Thomas. She felt the whoosh of air as her brother rushed over and she heard the sound of her father ruffling seven-year-old Jake's hair.

At last he drew Mary tightly to his side. "Oh, wee Mary ..." The rest of the words seemed lost in his throat. He ran his calloused fingers down Mary's face, as if to savor its softness. His kiss on her forehead was as gentle as the stroke of a feather. As he dipped his hand into her honey hair, she felt him let it curl around his finger. She reached her hands up to memorize his face and touched wetness on his cheeks.

He gently took her hands away. "Take care of them, Father God," he whispered.

His body seemed loath to move, but she could feel him tighten with resolve as he stood. His reluctant steps vibrated on the bare floor as he moved toward the door, speaking to the crowd outside. "Leaving my family is like pulling the flesh from my bones." The words seemed to be ripped from his very soul.

CHAPTER 2

Black of Night


Mary woke with a start. Something was wrong. She moved hand along the floor to the mat against the wall and felt both sleeping children. She touched the blanketed mound to her left and was satisfied. Her two brothers and sister slept. A moment of stillness, then she heard the restless creak of bed ropes below her sleeping loft.

Elizabeth. Something is wrong with Elizabeth.

Mary eased off the pallet, careful not to disturb the other children. Slipping her arms into her thin robe, she slid her hand along the wall to the bannister and undertook the steep stairs. Feeling the edge of each well-worn plank with her bare toes, she reached with the opposite foot to the step below. She quickly repeated this familiar motion, counting one ... two ... three ... all the way till she leapt over the sixteenth step to land on the rough wooden floor. She hurried to the tiny bedroom alcove just off the common room. Whether from being startled awake or from the awful fear that something else was going wrong, she couldn't tell, but her heart was thumping so hard she could feel the drumming in her ears.

"Elizabeth?" She moved in closer and could hear her stepmother's labored breathing.

"Mary, is that you?" Elizabeth's damp hands pulled her to the bedside. "Something is very wrong. 'Tis not time for the baby yet." The young girl could feel tremors of fear as the clammy hands began to tighten. Elizabeth, now writhing, whispered her name, clenching her teeth on the last desperate syllable. Mary heard each separate wave of pain in that prolonged "eeeeeee" of her name.

When the pain subsided, Elizabeth loosened the grip on Mary's hands. "You must get help. Do you know where Midwife Dunkirk lives?"

"Aye. I think so."

"Please bring her back here. Things are not as they should be." Elizabeth's breathing reminded Mary of the heaving of a blown horse, as if the very act of pulling air into lungs was painful. "Do you need Bets or Jake to go along?"

"No." Mary thought of her brother and sister sleeping upstairs. Seven-year-old Jake would love the adventure of going out into the night, but he could be such a pest. She hated to have to explain everything to him. And Bets—well, Bets already did more than her share of work. "I can go alone."

"Go then," she said, "and Godspeed."

Mary quickly moved around the obstacles in the dark room. She took off her robe, hung it on her peg, and pulled her dress on over the top of her chemise. She reached for a pair of warm woolen stockings that had been drying on the hearth and yanked them over her cold feet. Her shoes stood precisely where she had placed them at bedtime, making it easy to quickly slide her feet into them. Taking her cloak from the peg by the entry, she unlatched the door and moved into the chill November night, closing the door behind her.

The dampness hit with a jolt of reality. She shrank back against the cottage wall. What am I doing out here? How am I to find the midwife? Oh, Papa! Can anything more go wrong? Mary turned around and opened the cottage door to reclaim the safety of home.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from The Tinker's Daughter by Wendy Lawton, Cessandra Dillon. Copyright © 2002 Wendy Lawton. Excerpted by permission of Moody Publishers.
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Table of Contents

TABLE OF CONTENTS

1. Farewell at the Forge

2. Black of Night

3. Quarrel in the Kitchen

4. Slough of Despond

5. St. Andrew's Day Fair

6. An Unusual Friendship

7. Gypsies, Beggars, and Tinkers

8. Putting the Pieces in Place

9. Uproar at the Cottage

10. Gifre's Attack

11. The Healing Begins

12. All Things Through Christ
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  • Posted January 25, 2013

    I found Mary Bunyan's story very interesting. She was a blind gi

    I found Mary Bunyan's story very interesting. She was a blind girl, and she had an independent spirit. This book is only a fictional account of her life. Her papa, the famous John Bunyan (author of Pilgrims' Progress) was a preacher. Mary is proud to say he is her father, even when he gets in trouble with the authorities and is sent to prison, because he is doing good works. Mary believes in God, but she also thinks she can handle life by herself, without extra guidance. However, that is not where this story steers Mary. Someone new steps into her life to teach her a lesson.

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  • Posted June 20, 2011

    Great Series for Girls

    The Tinker's Daughter is a story based on the life of Mary Bunyan. John Bunyan, the puritan preacher who wrote Pilgrim's Progress, had 10 children. Only the name of one of them is known, Mary. It is also known that she was blind from birth. This story is loosely based upon those few facts and what can be known about what life was like for the Puritans. At the beginning of the story, John has been taken to Prison and his second wife Elizabeth is expecting her first child. Mary sets out at the beginning to find a way to provide for their family while her father is in prison.

    There are several things I love about this story.
    -It is well written. Attention was paid to details--even in how color was described in terms of sound or touch, which is appropriate when speaking to someone who has never seen color (or at least that's what I found when I researched it).
    -I like the use of the glossary at the back and the italicized words to help readers know which words are explained in the glossary. It is very helpful and makes the story more sound more feasible.
    -The story of how Mary came to truly trust God to take care of her and her family was a sweet, hopeful, and encouraging story.
    -I am glad that the author explained at the end what is and isn't known about Mary Bunyan. This will help readers understand that this is historical fiction--but it is not a biography. Just as many movies say they are based upon a real story, so are many books. These adaptations are not 100% true to the real story, but they resemble what is known.

    I did ask my daugher, who is 7, to read it and she acquiesced, but she didn't get into it. I think this is because though she can read the book, she still wants a few pictures. This would be a great book for 4th-8th grade girls. It is listed in Heart of Dakota's history read alouds for 6-8th grades.

    Please note that I received a complimentary copy of this book from Moody Publishing for review.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 26, 2005

    I enjoyed this book

    This book was an excellent historical story. The story was inspirational in that the main character found God through her shortcomeings, and accepted that she needed Him, but I found this book kind of slow reading. It took some time for the events to actually happen. I would still recommend this book, however, because it is always enjoyable to me when historical figures are brought to life on the pages of a book.

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