The Trial

The Trial

by Jen Bryant

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Overview

Imagine you are Bruno Richard Hauptmann, accused of murdering the son of the most famous man in America.

In a compelling, immediate voice, 12-year-old Katie Leigh Flynn takes us inside the courtroom of the most widely publicized criminal case of the 20th century: the kidnapping and murder of Charles Lindbergh’s baby son. And in doing so, she reveals the real-life figures of the trial—the accused, the lawyers, the grieving parents—and the many faces of justice.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780440419860
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Publication date: 09/13/2005
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 176
Sales rank: 332,913
Product dimensions: 5.19(w) x 7.63(h) x 0.46(d)
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

Jen Bryant has published poetry, biographies for young readers, and picture books. The Trial is her first novel for children. She grew up in the same New Jersey town where the Lindbergh kidnapping trial took place many years before.

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FLEMINGTON

I’ve lived in this town my whole life and I can tell you . . .
nothing ever happens.

Each week, the farmers bring their chickens and eggs to market and the grain trucks dump and load up at Miller’s Feed Store on North Main.
The streets are wide and clean,
the shop-keepers are friendly,
and all the children walk to school.

At Christmas, Santa comes to the bank and gives out candy-stuffed stockings, and on Halloween there’s a big parade at the courthouse with cider and donuts and prizes for the Prettiest, Funniest, and Scariest.

With all this, you’d think I’d be happy as a clam here in Flemington,
and why that’s not so,
I may never really know–

but I do know that whenever I read
National Geographic or Time
or look through one of my uncle’s travel books–
the ones with pictures of glaciers and deserts,
palm-treed islands and busy cities–
I’m always wishing myself into them.

“You’re restless, Katie Leigh, just like your father was”
is Mother’s explanation, but since he left us so long ago
I guess that’s another thing
I’ll never really know.


THE PHOTOGRAPH

From the photograph, we don’t look a lot alike:
his hair dark brown
(mine is black),
his eyes hazel gray
(mine are dusky green),
his nose long and thin,
(mine small and wide, a few scattered freckles along each side),

but then . . .
there’s that full lower lip
(I have that)
and his dimpled chin
( I have that too)
and the way his head tilts just a little to the left,
like he’s about to ask a question or trying to get a different perspective
(Mother says I do this all the time).

I guess I believe he’s a part of me,
though I wish I had more than a five-by-seven photo to prove it.

AT THE RAILYARD

Sometimes I watch the train men turn engine,
watch the box cars unhitch and recouple,
watch the forklifts load the flatbeds and the fireman shovel coal.

Sometimes I try to remember my father.

Sometimes, when there’s nothing else to do,
I stay all day until the last train leaves,
and all I can see is a thin line of steam,
way off in the distance.

SULLEN

At the tracks, I usually find Mike, his back against the big wooden box where the station master keeps his rain cape and his tools.

We don’t talk much.
But once in a while, we talk a lot.
Mike told me his mother died when he was five and his father has been drinking too much ever since.

On sunny days, I bring a book and read it while he whittles oak sticks into animals with his pocket knife,
or with his hands, shapes faces from and pieces of clay.

When I bring leftovers from the kitchen he tries to refuse, but when I
start chewing, he does too.

He borrows my books, and I know he’s smart because he asks me all these questions about the characters that I never thought about before,
and I have to go home and think on them before I can answer.

Mike is not like the other boys I know . . . he’s not stuck-up or loud-mouthed or silly.

At school, he’s real quiet. He sits in the back row so no one will notice if he falls asleep from staying up late waiting for his father.

The teachers all say he’s “sullen,”
but if you tell him a good joke, he laughs the kind of laugh that makes you join in,
makes you forget your troubles.

Once, when he walked me home,
he stopped before the big blue house on the corner to watch the family inside at supper:
the mother serving the soup, the father carving the bread, the children chattering–
the neat white plates,
the yellow curtains on the windows,
the warm steam rising from the bowls.

WHEN SOMETHING HAPPENED . .
.

Actually, something did happen here about two years ago–
not in our town exactly, but just ten miles away, in Hopewell, N.J.

Something happened on March 1st, 1932, between 7:30 and 10 pm,
at the home of Colonel Charles Lindbergh,
the first man to fly across the Atlantic Ocean alone,
our bravest and greatest pilot, an American hero.

Something happened on that stormy night,
as the wind howled outside his house on Sourland Mountain,
while the Colonel and Mrs. Lindbergh were reading and sipping tea and Wahgoosh, their terrier, laid curled at their feet.

Something happened to the their little baby–Charles Lindbergh, Jr., just 20 months old–
while he was sleeping in his upstairs room,
while the butler was polishing silver and the maid was doing dishes.

Someone climbed into a second-floor window and pulled Little Charlie out of his crib and carried him outside to a ladder and climbed down holding him while the wind groaned and a car waited.

Someone kidnapped
Charles Lindbergh’s first-born son, leaving only some muddy footprints,
a broken ladder,
and a ransom note.

And no one saw who did it.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is one of the BEST books i have ever read, ihad to read it for a school assignment in 5th grade and it was so detailed and well written i could'nt stop reading until i finished the book! If you love mysteries this is the perfect book for you!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is about the trial of Bruno Richard Hauptmann, the supposed kidnappet and killer pf the Lindberghs' baby. The story is fro the viewpoint of Katie, a child observing the trial. Is Bruno innocent, or guty? This novel askes the question. Appearing as a collection of poems, thid novel in verse is a quick, albet very good, read. I recomend knowing some historical backround of the case. Overall, avery good read, but not of War And Piece length. It's short but sweet.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Best book ever i meet the autor
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