Book 3 in The Wickware Sagas
Middle Grade Historical Time Travel
Tags Middle grades, tweens, time travel, adventure, Revolutionary War, Molly Pitcher, George Washington, Battle of Manmouth,
Can snooty, seventh grader Kristy Sawyer’s day get any worse? It’s a Monday at Langdon Middle School and first thing in the morning Kristy is sent to see Principal DeWitt. His long, drawn out lecture makes her late for Miss Wickware’s history class. But the worst is when she finds out she is being partnered with nerdy Larry Peables to do an oral report on some historical Molly Picture, or Pincher, or Pitcher. And the report is due tomorrow!
Her plan to bat her eyes and flirt with the little nerd, sure that he will jump at the chance to do whatever she wants, blows up in her face when he flat refuses to do the research. Her day takes a drastic turn for the worse when she and Larry find themselves in 1778, Trenton, New Jersey. During their trip back in time, Kristy and Larry come face to face with the British, George Washington, become involved in the Battle of Manmouth, and of course, meet their oral report subject, the famous Molly Pitcher.
She has only Larry to help her figure out why they are there and how are they going to get home.
“What a jerk,” Kristy hollered, hoping Larry heard her. “Like that little twerp could protect me!” She looked around. Not a sound could be heard. No birds, no rustling of leaves, nothing. She opened her mouth to call Larry back, but stopped herself. “He’ll be back!”
Kristy was beginning to regret her outburst when Larry came around the bend in the road, running as fast as he could.
Her “I knew it” smirk faded when she saw the frantic look on his face. He grabbed her arm and dragged her into the group of trees. In the process he succeeded in tripping them both and they ended up rolling into the brush.
“What’s your…” Her words were smothered as Larry’s hand clamped over her mouth. Kristy’s outrage lasted only seconds before fear took its place. Larry’s face twisted with terror when a group of men in red coats galloped by on sweat streaked horses.
When the dust cleared, they continued to sit in stunned silence. Kristy attempted to dislodge the hand still gripping her lower face. The guy kept staring blankly through the bushed at the empty road. Kristy rolled her eyes in annoyance and bit down hard on Larry’s finger, snapping him painfully out of his trance.
“Ouch!” he yelped, pulling his finger from between her teeth.
“Well, get your hand off my mouth!” she growled. They got up and brushed the leaves off their clothes, glaring at each other. “Did you think, maybe for one second, those guys could have helped us figure out where the heck we are?” Kristy asked, hands on hips.
Larry opened his mouth to answer, and then shut it. From far off, a muffled thud reverberated across the countryside. The ground seemed to tremble underfoot with each new thump.
“What is that sound?’ Kristy asked, annoyed at Larry’s silence. “And did you see those funny looking cowboy hats those guys had on? They were shaped in a triangle and had, like, three little sticky-up points on them.” She stalked back up to the dirt road. “And why is it so darned hot?” She yanked her skirt up to her knees. “Would you please say something? Anything!”
Larry joined her on the road. He cleared his throat. “Those weren’t cowboy hats. They are called Tricorn Hats. I think the sound we are hearing is cannon fire and we couldn’t ask those men for help, uhm, because they were British soldiers.”
Kristy looked at Larry as though he had grown another head. “British soldiers?”
“Yea, British soldiers. Redcoats, lobster backs. You know, soldiers that came from Britain.”
“You have been out in this blasted heat too long, Peables!”
“Kristy, think about it. When the sun hit your mirror, neither of us could see for just a second. Now here we are in different clothes and nobody is around. That just doesn’t happen! When I turned the corner in the road, I saw puffs of smoke that only appeared when those booms were going off. Then, there are the horses, men in red coats and tricorn hats!”
“Big deal! We…we could be in the middle of some movie.”
“Maybe, except for one thing! I could see that smoke and the men on horseback riding this way, from really far away, and you are crystal clear.”
“So?’ Kristy was quick to ask.
“I’m not wearing my glasses, Kristy, and without them I can’t see five feet in front of me.”