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The House of Dies Drear by Virginia Hamilton {Excerpt}

The House of Dies Drear by Virginia Hamilton {Excerpt}

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Shortly after moving into an old, spooky home, thirteen-year-old Thomas Small and his family start hearing strange noises. The house has a past, and when Thomas discovers a hidden passageway that may have been part of the Underground Railroad, the family realizes the house has a history as well. To find out all there is to know about the House of Dies Drear, Thomas must explore secret rooms—and the secrets of lives lived centuries before, lives that tell the story of America’s troubled early years.

Shortly after moving into an old, spooky home, thirteen-year-old Thomas Small and his family start hearing strange noises. The house has a past, and when Thomas discovers a hidden passageway that may have been part of the Underground Railroad, the family realizes the house has a history as well. To find out all there is to know about the House of Dies Drear, Thomas must explore secret rooms—and the secrets of lives lived centuries before, lives that tell the story of America’s troubled early years.

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 Chapter 1
THOMAS DREAMED HE walked a familiar forest, following atime-worn path of the Tuscaroras. The trail seemed the same as hehad known it all his life. The way he walked it, without making any sound, was true to the way ancient Indian braves had walked it. Butnow the once familiar evergreens on either side were gigantic. Theirneedles were as large as railroad spikes. He had no trouble acceptingthe great new height of the trees or the long, smooth size of theneedles. It was the awful smell of resin and oil over everything thatupset him. The odor nearly choked him; the trees gave it off, asthough they were raining turpentine. He seemed to feel it on his hairand on his hands. His palms itched and his eyes burned. He tried toget the smell out of his mind and stopped on the path to cut anenormous branch from a fallen pine.He made tiny marks on the bark with one of his whittling tools,and he didn’t find it unusual to be using so small an instrument forsuch hard work. He’d always used whittling tools to cut branches. Hehad started whistling to himself when a man swung down from amile-high spruce.
THE HOUSE OF DIES DREAR  Virginia Hamilton
 
 
“Stay back,” the man said. He lifted the huge branch Thomas wanted and flung it away as if it were nothing.Thomas stood still. He began to feel small. “Papa says you willdo,” he told the man, “but I don’t say it. We are going anyway.”“Carolina is for you,” the man said. “Stay back.” He reached forThomas with arms covered with curls of white hair. His eyes glowedred and then spewed fire.Thomas leaped for a tall pair of stilts against a tree. Fasteningthem to his legs, he turned around on the path.“I’m running,” he said. But when he moved, the stilts sank intothe bed of oversized pine needles covering the ground.The man grabbed Thomas’ ankles. Thomas fell slowly forwardfrom a long way up. He could hear the wind whistling by his ears ashe fell.I’ll never reach the end of the trail, he thought. And for the firsttime, he was afraid.Thomas Small lurched out of this dream, waking his twin brothers at the same time. The boys leaned against him and looked athim with wide, senseless eyes. Thomas didn’t dare move. His heartpounded as the dream fear moved up and down his back. He couldn’tthink where he was.In a few minutes, the twins were sleeping again. Thomas couldrearrange them and rest his arms.That was a good dream. Good and scary, he thought. I was inthe trees at home and the man was somebody I should know. I can’tplace him right now, but I do know him.He glanced out of the car window and smiled. He knew wherehe was now and everything was fine. The day was a dismal Saturday;the month was March. All around were heavy patches of mist, and
 Virginia HamiltonTHE HOUSE OF DIES DREAR 

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