Wait for Me, Watch for Me, Eula Bee

Wait for Me, Watch for Me, Eula Bee

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by Patricia Beatty, Daniel Mark Duffy
     
 

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The heart-pounding story of a Texan boy's transformation to a Comanche brave and back again.

With Pa off fighting in the Civil War, Lewallen Collier and his little sister are captured in a bloody Comanche raid. Admiring Lewallen's courage, the Indians give him the name Sings His War Song and try to teach him the ways of a young brave. But Lewtie dreams only of

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The heart-pounding story of a Texan boy's transformation to a Comanche brave and back again.

With Pa off fighting in the Civil War, Lewallen Collier and his little sister are captured in a bloody Comanche raid. Admiring Lewallen's courage, the Indians give him the name Sings His War Song and try to teach him the ways of a young brave. But Lewtie dreams only of escape — and of the day he can return to rescue little Eula Bee.

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Captured by the Comanches while his father is off fighting the Civil War, 13-year-old Lewallen Collier plots to escape and rescue his little sister. Ages 10-up. (Oct.)

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780688100773
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
11/01/1990
Pages:
224
Product dimensions:
5.50(w) x 8.25(h) x 0.56(d)
Lexile:
970L (what's this?)
Age Range:
8 - 12 Years

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Chapter One

"Maybe They Won't Come"

Leaning against a porch post of the cabin, Lewallen Collier looked on unhappily as his father, Joe, and his oldest brother, Johnny, mounted up to ride away to join the Confederate Army. Their saddlebags were bulging with food. Bedrolls and canteens were tied to the back of their saddles, and each man was armed with a Bowie knife and a pistol. The older Collier rode with a musket across the front of his saddle within easy reach of his hand. Who knew what dangers they might run into on their long journey to Houston? Wild animals, outlaws, Indians — or maybe now that the War had come — Yankees not yet driven out of Texas.

Although Joe and Johnny Collier went out well armed, Lewallen knew they had left weapons behind — a pistol for himself and Daniel, his younger brother, a rifle for his mother, Elizabeth, and another for her old uncle Joshua, not to mention the pitchforks and hoes that could be used as weapons in time of danger.

The farewells were brief and strained. Joe Collier had a hug for each child and a kiss for his wife. She didn't want him to go off to war so soon and had asked him in vain not to volunteer and to wait to be called up. He didn't speak to her now, but to her uncle said, "You look after them, josh. I say Johnny and me'll be back here farming a year from this time, in the spring or the summer of sixty-two at the latest. It won't take long for us Texas sharpshooters to whip them Yankees to a standstill and get the Civil War over and done with." Then as Uncle Joshua had nodded, agreeing with him, Joe Collier's gaze had gone searchingly from Lewallen's face toDaniel's, in turn, and he had said to them, "You boys, promise me to obey your ma and Uncle josh and watch out for your little sister, Eula Bee. See that she don't get into any mischief. Keep her away from those no-good neighbors of ours, them Cabrals."

"Yes, Pa," was all Lewallen said, though he felt like shouting, You don't have to volunteer so soon. You can wait, Pal You can wait, Johnny!

Johnny, who was all too eager to go off to win the War, called out from atop his frisky sorrel, "I'll bring a Yankee soldier's hat back for each of you boys and for you, Ma, a fringed, silk shawl and a real-true China doll for Eula Bee."'

Thirteen-year-old Lewallen noticed that his words brought only a wan smile from Mrs. Collier but a joyous one from his three-year-old, redheaded sister, Eula Bee, who was too young to understand anything but the promise of getting a present from her beloved Johnny. He understood, though, and so did his mother. He and his mother were alike, not redheaded, freckly, and brown-eyed like the rest of the family but thin, dark-haired, and grayeyed. He and she thought alike, too. They knew that they were being left to defend their land — a frail woman, an old man, and two half-grown boys, himself and Daniel.

Going to stand beside his mother as his father and Johnny rode off out of sight beyond the post oaks that bordered the road to the creek, Lewallen was the only one to hear her murmur, "May God watch over us all."

Uncle Joshua, who was too far away to hear, turned to Daniel. "You got the loudest whistle here, Dan'l. Run down to the creek and whistle that fool of a dog Rascal back here where he belongs. Don't let him follow your pa and Johnny off to Houston. The Confederate Army don't need that bag of fleas. Then you come right back here. You and me and Lewtie haven't got the morning chores done yet, remember. just because some of the Colliers ride off to war don't mean that the world's come to an ending and the green things are going to stop growing."

Lewallen watched his mother take Eula Bee sadly by the hand and lead her into the kitchen end of the double cabin. Uncle Joshua watched her, then said, "Lewtie, your ma, even as a girl, was ever inclined to look on the dark side of things."

"Uncle Josh, Ma didn't want to come all the way out to West Texas where it's so lonesome. East Texas would've suited her better."

"Now, Lewtie, what difference does it make? Your pa would've gone off to war from there, too."

The boy stood with folded arms and said solemnly, "Uncle josh, there are a lot more folks in East Texas. It'd be safer there. There are panthers and wolves and bad neighbors hereabouts, like them Cabrals, and there are Indians, too. There are so many kinds of Indians that you don't always know who's friendly and who ain't."

"Truly said, Lewtie. That's why all of us got to stay in sight of the cabin and keep a musket or pistol close to hand." Lewallen went into the sleeping part of the double log house and took down a heavy loaded pistol, from where it hung on the wall, and put it into his belt. Bending over to weed would be even harder work with the pistol on, but from now on it would be with him all the time, even under his pillow at night. His pa had taught him to fire it with some accuracy, but he hoped he wouldn't need to, unless it was at a thieving chicken hawk. He sighed, thinking of his pa's farewell words.

"Watch out for Eula Bee. Keep her away from them Cabrals." He meant don't let her mix with their little gal, Angelita, and the same thing ought to go for Daniel and the Cabral boy, Tomas...

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