Professional Documents
Culture Documents
CRICKET STAFF
Lonnie Plecha Editor
Anna Lender Art Director
Patrick Murray Designer
Carolyn Digby Conahan Staff Artist
Deborah Vetter Senior Contributing Editor
Julie Peterson Copyeditor
Emily Cambias Assistant Editor
PHOTO BY CHRISTIAAN VAN WYK
CRICKET magazine (ISSN 0090-6034) is published 9 times a year, monthly except for
combined May/June, July/August, and November/December issues, by Cricket Media,
Inc., 1751 Pinnacle Drive, Suite 600, McLean, VA 22102. Periodicals postage paid at
McLean, VA, and at additional mailing offices. For address changes, back issues, sub-
Is it time to renew? scriptions, customer service, or to renew, please visit shop.cricketmedia.com, email
cricketmedia@cdsfulfillment.com, write to CRICKET, P.O. Box 6395, Harlan, IA 51593-
shop.cricketmedia.com 1895, or call 1-800-821-0115. POSTMASTER: Please send address changes to CRICKET,
P.O. Box 6395, Harlan, IA 51593-1895.
1-800-821-0115
continued on page 47
5 I’ve Got to Hold a WHAT? by Katharine Weeks Folkes
10 Santa’s Summer Vacation by J. Patrick Lewis
11 Bees, Please! by Stephanie Jackson
15 Heinz by Jeannie Meekins
16 The Expert by G. G. Russey
21 Nest by Charles Ghigna
22 Our Lady Josephine by Cicely van Straten
26 Patriot in Disguise by Judy Cummings
32 The Crow’s Gift of Fire by Kate Walker
36 Farming with Fire by Kate Walker
39 Cricket Readers Reccommend
40 The Gardener’s Son by Melissa S. Tesher
2 Letterbox
4 Cricket Country by Carolyn Digby Conahan
31 Ugly Bird’s Crossbird Puzzle
45 Cricket League
46 Cricket and Ladybug by Carolyn Digby Conahan
48 Old Cricket Says
2
Dear Everybuggy, new dawn blooms as we free it / for there is always CHIRPS FROM CRICKET’S
I hate quarantine and love your mag! I saw light, / if only we’re brave enough to see it, / if only LET TERBOX AND CHAT TERBOX
“Katarina and the Bright Falcon” (January–May/ we’re brave enough to be it.”
June 2021)! I have a ton of old Cricket mags that Dolphin, age 13 Last summer, my mom just bought me books
were my mom’s and I usually spend hours trying Down to Earth to read at camp and on our road trip without ask-
to find the different issues that had the rest of ing me. They were absolutely amazing. But for this
that story in them! So I was very excited when I Hi, Everyone, summer I decided to make my own booklist.
realized that Cricket was publishing it again. Thanks I’ve recently gotten into the hobby of ant keep- Moonlight, age 12
a lot, Cricket, for printing stories you have printed ing. Think of it like the land equivalent of keeping Summer Reading List, Blab About Books
decades ago. I’m glad that parents and kids can re- fish, ha-ha. I was considering being an entomologist
member reading the same stories! I also loved for a while, but I decided I just enjoy bugs as a I love to read. I also like climbing trees, the
the continued stories “Magnus” (October hobby. I think it’s just the coolest thing to smell of wet grass, and Harry Potter. I will read
2018–January 2019) and “In Search Of . . .”
LADYBUG LAND catch queens and watch them raise their anything you throw at me, and it is my favorite
HAS A NICE RING thing to spend time doing. And I’m pretty much
(January–April 2019). TO IT, RIGHT? AND colonies. I caught mine over the winter
Ladybug, I think I am similar to you. I’VE A SIGN ALLLLL while they were hibernating under obsessed with koalas.
Being the oldest of six with number READY... rocks. I have carpenter ants, acrobat Dragonfruit, age 11
seven on the way, I am kind of bossy. ants, and a couple other genera. Australia
Pussywillow, you are adorable. SECRET This year our flock of sheep had
NOTE TO CRICKET: Don’t let Ladybug seven lambs, and they are the cutest! “Woodlock Mansion and Summer Excursion
push you around! After all, it is called We got some really unusual colors this Hotel,” Zach said proudly as he presented the
“Cricket Country” not “Ladybug Coun- time—a brown one, brown-speckled, group with a lavish mansion. The ski lodgers found
try.” Keep up the good reading. I continue and even a black-and-white one. that the backyard was, indeed, pretty cool. There
looking forward to your magazine! MEWY MEW! Micearenice, age 18 was an ice cream stand and a pool with three
Kylie Watkins, age 13 Chirp at Cricket waterslides.
Bixby, Oklahoma Chatterbox Mx. Sam C.
Pudding’s Place
Greetings, Everybuggy! Calling all CBers! IF THE FIRST
Every month I can’t wait to receive your maga- This is a mission of gravest impor- ORANGES WEREN’T The first oranges weren’t
zine in the mail and I get worried when it’s late. tance. I think we need a contest here onn ORANGE, WHAT DID actually orange. The original
I’m homeschooled and I have five younger sisters Blab About Books. I’ll start by choosing PEOPLE oranges from Southeast Asia
and brothers. I love reading, writing, learning new a well-known book, one that I think hass CALL THEM? were a tangerine-pomelo hybrid,
languages, and drawing fantasy maps. Some of a lot of possibilities for cover designs. and they were actually green.
my favorite books are the Viking Quest series Then you can redraw the cover of that Firelily
by Lois W. Johnson, Where the Mountain Meets book in a different style. The idea is: Random Thoughts
the Moon by Grace Lin, Annabelle of Anchony by if you were designing the cover for the GREENS? OR–(GASP)
(GASP) Down to Earth
Ruth Apollonia, and any book by E. Nesbit or L. M. book, what would you make it look like? MAYBE “ORANGE”
Montgomery, author of Anne of Green Gables. After a few weeks, I’ll judge the entries, MEANT GREEN, Carrots were originally purple,
My favorite stories in your mags include “In and the winner can choose a book and judge BACK THEN! if I remember right, and the farmers
Search Of . . .” and “Magnus.” And I love the tradi- the next round. I’ll judge the entries based on in the Netherlands did some selective
tional and fairytale stories sprinkled around. Keep which one would make me want to pick up and breeding to change them to their country’s
going, Cricket! Your magazine is awesome! read the book and also on how well they represent national color.
Sienna Lowman, age 12 the book. Let’s start with The Giver by Lois Lowry. MoonKitten
Lorain, Ohio Kitten Random Thoughts, Down to Earth
P.S . I play the piano and take Irish dance lessons. Book Cover Redrawing Contest
Blab About Books, Chatterbox I feel like a wizard. I have a cardiganish-sweat-
Did anyone see the inaugural poet, Amanda shirtish thing that feels like a wizard robe. Also, it’s
Gorman? I thought she was so amazing! I was in Join Kyngdom! green, like a nature wizard. That would be fun! If I
a state of awe. Did you know that she had had a Kyngdom is a large fantasy story made up were a nature wizard, I could make a tree! Right in
speech impediment? Up until about three years ago of dozens of roleplays. The characters and story the middle of my room! Or backyard!
she couldn’t say the letter r very well. And—Ham- have been made by many Kyngdomers—kids and Fallen Leaf
ilton fans are gonna freak out—she taught herself teens—over many years. It tells about the Powers, Random Thoughts, Down to Earth
to say the letter r by listening to “Aaron Burr, Sir!” an evil young boy named Catastrophe, and the
She researched for a long time before she actually people, animals, creatures, and beings who are
started writing her poem, and the . . . trying to live in these times. You can contribute to Send letters to Cricket’s Letterbox,
P.O. Box 300, Peru, IL 61354,
THAT POEM STILL thing . . . at the Capitol happened the story by creating your own characters, work-
or email us at cricket@cricketmedia.com.
GIVES ME SHIVERS. before she was finished, so she ing on a complex plot, and roleplaying with others.
added a verse about that! And Being on Kyngdom is a lot of fun, and it’s a great Letters may be edited for length.
I’ve been fangirling nonstop way to improve your writing skills.
since I first heard her, in case Luna-Starr, age 27 eons Visit the Chatterbox at:
any of you are wondering. “The Kyngdom, Chatterbox c r i c ke t m a g k i d s .co m /c h a t te r b ox
3
TENT, SLEEPING MY SHELL IS MEANT
BAGS, STUFFED TO BE CARRIED! I CAN
NOT YOU, THIS IS A SOLO TRIP. GO ANYWHERE AND
BACKPACK...
PUSSYWILLOW IS WORKING ON I’M JUST GOING THAT’S A LOT TO CARRY! STILL BE HOME, AND
ARE WE GOING ALONG FOR ... SAYS THE GUY WHO
CAMPING? MEW! HER MAGIC KITTY SCOUTS LIVE OFF THE LAND
SURVIVAL ADVENTURE BADGE. COMPANY. PLUS CARRIES A FULL-SIZED IF I WANT... WHICH I
YAY! I CAN CARRY SHELTER EVERYWHERE!
AND I’M HELPING. DON’T, MOSTLY.
THE FOOD, WATER,
SNACKS, TENT, BECAUSE YOU
BUT SOLO BLANKETS, PILLOWS, WON’T FIND
MEANS BY FLASHLIGHT, AND PIZZA GROWING
YOURSELF, GAMES, IN CASE IN THE WOODS,
ON YOUR THINGS GET BORING HA HA!
OWN. OUT IN THE WOODS
WITH NOTHING TO DO.
H’MMM.
HEY! WHOA.
WHOA! WHO-
UM. O-O-O-A!
MEW...?!
4
by Katharine
Weeks Folkes
6
laughed and yanked their hands back. When lifted him out. I could hear the kids sucking
I turned the little creature over to show them in their breath. Bo made himself comfortable,
its soft tummy—where a predator could get wrapping around my waist and resting his
him if he didn’t roll himself into a spiky head on my left arm. He was his calm, cool
ball—he wouldn’t unroll. Poor thing. To him, self. I relaxed. Walking triumphantly around
we probably were predators. the classroom, I let the kids touch him gently.
The three-banded armadillo was a disaster Piece of cake.
from day one. I don’t know what the zoo fed
that animal, or if he was just scared, but he AFTER A FEW school visits, they got easier.
had diarrhea. It was disgusting. And he had it I began to really like my boa and was pretty
all summer. much at ease with him. Mr. Lindsey had
“And now for the finale,” I said. “I’ve begun training another class of docents, so
saved the best for last. How many of you have Sue and I were mostly on our own once the
ever touched a boa constrictor?” I wish I had zoo van dropped us off.
a picture of their expressions. They didn’t Then came the day I will never forget.
know whether to be excited or scared. I took Sue was giving her talk. I took each ani-
my time, drawing out the suspense. I got the mal around the room, as usual, for the kids
p it on the teacher’s
carrier off the floor and put to touch. The e
desk. She didn’t look happy about that. hedgehog, and wrinkled their noses
Suddenly I realized I wasn’t real happy, at the armadillo, who always
either. I wasn’t as scared as I had been, but I smelled like diarrhea.
wasn’t totally not. I was glad Mr. Lindsey was It was
just down the hall. time for Bo.
I took a deep breath, opened the sliding I opened the
door of the carrier, and stuck my right elbow carrier and
inside. Bo slithered around my arm, and I took him
7
out. Sue talked about how boas live mostly I looked around at their faces. “Getting
in rain forests in Central and South America. hit in the head scared Bo,” I said, “and he did
“They’re called constrictors,” she explained, what came naturally to him. But he calmed
“because they squeeze small mammals and down when I did, and he did not hurt me.
birds to death before swallowing them whole.” Snakes don’t generally bother people unless
True, but not exactly a confidence booster. people bother them. Leave them alone, and
My turn. As I walked around the class- they will leave you alone.”
room, I said, “Don’t be afraid. See, he’s a nice I think they glommed onto that idea
boa constrictor. His skin is not slimy. It’s cool pretty fast. The teacher stood beside the boy
and dry. You can touch him gently, here, on who had hit Bo, and he apologized. Then she
his back. His name is Bo.” thanked us for coming. But I could tell from
Most of the kids actually did touch him, her fake smile that she couldn’t wait for us to
and everything went fine until one boy, for get out of there.
some unknown reason, tapped Bo on the
head with his knuckles. ON THE WAY back to the zoo in the van,
I froze. Sue kept apologizing. “I’m so sorry, Mel. I just
Immediately Bo began to constrict, and panicked. I feel awful!”
I tensed up even more. He squeezed tighter. Well, she shouldn’t have left me, but I
I must have looked scared, because the kids don’t actually know what she could have done
screamed and the teacher practically shoved to help except maybe give me moral support.
them out of the classroom. And my partner “I forgive you, I guess,” I said. “But you
went with them! Sue actually left me! know what? After it was over I really felt sorry
My worst nightmare had come true! I pan- for Bo. It wasn’t his fault. If somebody had hit
icked. I am too young to die! Think! Think! What me on the head, I’d have reacted, too.”
am I supposed to do? I remembered that Mr. Sue later told me she looked up my
Lindsey said Bo needed to know I wasn’t afraid. birthday on the Chinese calendar and found
OK. I am not afraid. I am not afraid. I stood out I was born in the Year of the Snake.
very still and tried as hard as I could to relax. “Maybe all you ‘snake people’ are coura-
Please, Bo! You’re OK now. You can trust me. geous,” she said.
Little by little I felt Bo loosen his grip. It I looked it up on Google. It said that
was working! I eased over to the carrier and people born in the Year of the Snake are “wise,
stuck my arm inside. After what seemed like usually good looking, hard workers, and lucky
forever, he slid off. I closed the carrier door with money.” OK, it didn’t say courageous, but
and stood there, shaking. I could live with the other good stuff!
The kids had been watching from the hall. Oh, and guess what? This is really
They came back in and went to their desks. intense. I got an A in biology!
13
WHEN’S MY NATIONAL
AUGUST 21 IS NATIONAL DAY? LET’S HEAR IT FOR
HONEYBEE DAY! LADYBUG DAY!
For Dad, he’d work all day After school, he’d wait at the gate
Running with the sheep We’d play till the sun’s last light
He asked for little in return Exhausted but happy, inside for tea
A pat, kind words, a sleep He’d sleep by my bed at night
17
“Girls, are you ready?” After some hellos, hugs, and kisses,
“In a minute, Mom,” calls Krishna, turn- Grandma cuts up mangoes for everyone.
ing her head. When they all go to bed, the girls take their
“Now!” says her mom. usual spot on the living room’s pullout couch.
Krishna turns back to the cup. Before long, everyone is asleep.
Both flies are gone! Well, almost everyone.
“Where—?” asks Krishna. “Lesson time, short stuff,” says Krishna, a
Anjuli shrugs. few inches from Anjuli’s ear.
“Now, girls!” says their mom, grabbing Anjuli wakes with a gasp and falls out of
the car keys from the counter. bed. Krishna turns on a lamp.
Anjuli and Krishna rush to their room “You’ll need this,” whispers Krishna, toss-
and throw clothes, books, and games into ing Anjuli a heavy old metal flashlight. Still
bags. As the girls leave with their mother, a waking up, Anjuli doesn’t catch it and the
fruit fly crawls across a bowl of ripe tomattoes fl shlight hits her in the stomach.
fla
on the kitchen counter. “Oof!” she calls out.
“Shh!” scolds Krishna. “Do you want to
THE GIRLS AND their mom arrive i wake everyone?”
late after a four-hour drive. As they peek in Krishna picks up a clear glass and a thin
the front door, they see Grandpa in his read- scrap of cardboard.
ing glasses, halfway through a thick mystery She walks to the bathroom. Light spills
book. Grandma snores in a chair beside him. from the edges of the closed door. Krishna
Krishna watches Anjuli tiptoe over to knocks to make sure the bathroom’s empty.
Grandma, smiling at Grandpa on the way. She enters quickly, motioning for Anjuli to
Anjuli gently picks up a corner of her grand- follow. Krishna squints, her eyes getting used
ma’s sari, running her fingers over the golden to the light.
threads that catch the lamplight. Anjuli yawns. “What’s the flashlight for?”
“Got’cha!” shouts Grandma, grabbing “Advanced bug catching,” says Krishna,
Anjuli and pulling her close. looking up at a moth flying around the light.
“Grandma!” squeals Anjuli. “I thought “Point your flashlight up there.”
you were asleep!” Krishna turns off the bathroom light,
“Oh, no,” says Grandpa, glancing up leaving only the light from Anjuli’s flash-
from his book. “If she were really sleeping, light. The moth keeps flying around the
you would have heard her snoring from the ceiling.
car.” “Now,” says Krishna, “move the light
“Oh, you rascal,” says Grandma, down to the wall near me. The mo ill fol-
laughing. low, and I’ll put the glass over it.”
20
THOSE GIRLS ARE SMART, BUT
THEY’D NEVER CATCH ME!
OH! MEW!
Nest
by Charles Ghigna
Delicate as daylight,
Strong as steel,
Deep as a promise,
Round as a wheel.
Dark as a shadow
When sun settles west,
Home to a family—
A robin’s nest.
21
text © 2021 by Charles Ghigna
Our Lady
Josephine
by Cicely van Straten
WHEN WE LIVED in Uganda, my father, a
physiologist, worked with animals of all kinds, from
elephants to chimps and tiny bush babies. But one of our
favorites was Josephine.
Uganda is a fertile country, and every home had its
shamba—a garden plot of banana trees, coffee bushes, cas-
sava, maize, oranges, and peanuts. And, of course, baboons
love all those delicious things. They used to come down out
of the bush and raid the shambas. People would rush out
and pelt them with stones.
One day a man brought a badly injured young female
baboon to my father, handed her to him, and demanded a
few shillings. My father bought the young baboon and car-
ried her in his arms to his laboratory. He felt she was too
young to die and he wanted to give her a life. He and an
assistant operated on her for hours, repairing her terrible
injuries, and they nursed her through her convalescence,
spoiling her with every treat they could find. They named
her Josephine. Josephine recovered and became devoted to my
father. She was so tame and gentle that she won all hearts,
and my father let her roam free in the grass enclosures around
his laboratories.
Whenever we went to my father’s labs, there was
Josephine sitting in the sun, grooming her legs or pottering
around searching for insects to gobble. She would run to
greet us—my father first. He submitted to having his leg
hairs groomed and his socks and shoes inspected. Nimble
black fingers with neat nails would explore everything to
make sure there were no ticks or fleas on him and would
pick grass seeds from his socks to nibble. If he was wearing
A PHYSIOLOGIST IS A
UGANDA IS IN KIND OF BIOLOGIST.
Illustrated by Jed Alexander EAST AFRICA. BUSH BABIES ARE CONVALESCENCE
22 text © 2021 by C. A. Van Straten, art © 2021 by Jed Alexander SMALL PRIMATES
WITH BIG EYES.
IS THE PROCESS OF
RECOVERY.
A FOIBLE IS A MINOR WEAKNESS
OR QUIRK OF CHARACTER.
trousers, she would go carefully through the turnups, or cuffs. Only after all that
would she greet us children!
Baboons are omnivorous. They will eat insects, birds’ eggs, even scorpions
with the stings cleverly removed! But their favorite is termites—fat, white, juicy
termites. But also fish. And this was Josephine’s foible. She could not resist fish!
My father’s department at the university was close to the hospital. Every
Friday at lunchtime the smell of cooking fish wafted from the hospital kitchen.
Suddenly Josephine was nowhere to be seen. Then the phone would ring and an
angry voice would announce, “Professor, your baboon is in the kitchen again!
Come and fetch her immediately!”
Dad would hurry over to the kitchen and find Josephine sitting on the fish-
cutting table. The staff stood back respectfully while she held a fish, head in
one hand, tail in the other, and nibbled luxuriously from side to side. She never
threatened the kitchen staff, never pounced or bit, just calmly entered—
believing she was welcome everywhere—and gobbled as much fish as she
could.
You must never shout at baboons or treat them roughly. My father
only had to stand in the doorway, hold out his hand, and say quietly,
“Josephine.” She would meekly climb down from the table, take his hand,
and be walked home to the labs again. Baboons have large pouches at the
sides of their mouths, and they store food in them. As they walked home,
Josephine would gradually munch through her stolen fish, savoring her
Friday lunch.
Well, the kitchen staff tried shutting the kitchen doors, but Josephine
would appear hopefully at a window. Uganda is hot and steamy. You
can’t cook all day with doors and windows closed. In the end, the cooks
had had enough and threatened to report Dad to “higher authorities.” So
every Friday, after morning tea break, Dad had to fasten a leash around
Josephine’s tummy and tie her to her little wooden house, with a plastic
bowl of legitimate lunch beside her.
Baboons are very intelligent. Some were trained to lead ox wagons.
In South Africa a baboon had been trained by a lame stationmaster to
sweep the floor, push his trolley (jumping on for a free ride when going
HERE, A TROLLEY
IS A SMALL CART downhill), and even to operate the signal box to change the tracks for
WITH WHEELS, approaching trains.
USED LIKE A
WHEELCHAIR. A new faculty building had been erected on the Makerere University
campus. As a member of the University Medical School, my father was
told to prepare a speech for the grand opening.
Now, Dad wasn’t into that sort of thing. He detested long-winded
meetings and speeches and anything official and pompous. So he began
coaching Josephine in secret.
POMPOUS MEANS When the great day arrived, all the university dignitaries assembled
FUSSY AND SELF-
IMPORTANT. outside the new faculty building. A wide, red ribbon had been drawn
RACE YA,
SLUGGO! across the brand-new entrance. Where was my Dad? A bit late, perhaps, as
usual? Then he appeared, suitably dressed for once, in trousers, jacket, and
tie, holding Josephine by the hand. She was carrying a large pair of scis-
sors. My Dad made the shortest speech ever given and then said that the
new building would be officially opened by My Lady. Josephine and he
moved forward to the red ribbon, and with great dignity and correctness,
24
My Lady Josephine raised her scissors and cut the red tape perfectly. After
which no one was allowed to enter the new building before My Lady had
drunk her orange-juice reward on the steps.
Yes, certain official eyebrows were raised and there were mutters
about disrespect, but mostly there was delighted laughter and clapping.
Josephine had won the day and all hearts.
25
A country woman in a coarse Born in Richmond on October 15, 1818,
cotton skirt and a large calico bonnet Elizabeth grew up pampered and waited
hurried along the dark streets of Richmond, on by slaves. Her father was a wealthy busi-
Virginia, her chubby cheeks puffing from nessman who regularly entertained rich
exertion. Pausing beneath a blooming and influential visitors at the family man-
magnolia tree, she glanced behind her, then sion. Everyone assumed that marriage to a
stepped quickly across the manicured lawn Virginia planter was Elizabeth’s destiny. But
and gardens surrounding one of the most when she entered her teens, Elizabeth was
elegant homes in the city. Slipping inside the sent to Philadelphia to live with her mother’s
Van Lew mansion, the woman underwent a relations and attend school. Living in the
transformation. She threw off her bonnet to North, surrounded by abolitionists, deeply
unveil fashionably styled hair and discarded affected Elizabeth’s views. On a return visit
her country clothes for the taffeta dress of to Virginia, she met the daughter of a slave
a fine lady. Reaching inside her mouth, trader, whose father had once sold a woman
she pulled out wads of cotton. Her chubby and her infant to different buyers at a slave
cheeks deflated, revealing a thin, birdlike auction. The girl told Elizabeth that when the
face. baby was yanked from its mother’s arms, the
Disguising her true identity was how woman dropped dead from grief.
Elizabeth Van Lew survived during the Civil Hearing this tale changed Elizabeth’s life.
War. Unlike other Southerners, Elizabeth She begged her father to free their slaves. Mr.
detested slavery. She wrote in her diary that Van Lew refused and in his will prevented the
“No pen, no book, no time can do justice to slaves from being freed even after his death.
the wrongs it honors.” When war broke out, she When he died in 1843, Elizabeth took a radi-
led a double life. On the surface she maintained cal step. She freed the family slaves in secret,
the appearance of a loyal Southerner; but in but kept them on as paid servants. Forced to
secret, Elizabeth organized a spy ring for the disguise her unlawful action from Richmond
Union and helped scores of captured Northern society, Elizabeth had begun to lead her life
soldiers escape from Confederate prisons. of deception.
Patriot in Disguise
by Judy Cummings
Elizabeth was appalled when Virginia Elizabeth’s heart ached for the Northern
seceded from the Union in April 1861, but she soldiers who were fighting to reunite the
was also wise enough to be careful. “Loyalty country. Claiming to be motivated by
now was called treason, and cursed,” she wrote. Christian charity toward a forlorn enemy, she
“If you spoke in your parlor or chamber to asked permission to nurse the Union prison-
your next of heart, you whispered.” ers. Shocked authorities thought such rough
After the Union defeat at the Battle of work not proper for a fine lady, but Elizabeth
Bull Run in July 1861, hundreds of cap- charmed her way past the officer in charge of
tured Yankees were brought to Richmond, military camps, Confederate General Winder,
where they were herded into hastily con- by flattering him on his mane of silver hair.
verted tobacco warehouses. Conditions for However, Elizabeth did more than nurse
the prisoners were deplorable. Infested with the men. She brought food to the prison in a
lice, they slept on stone floors. There was
little food, and disease spread rapidly.
While Richmond ladies rushed to
nurse the Confederate wounded,
27
special double-bottomed plate. The false bot- of Richmond hidden in loaves of bread, hol-
tom was designed to hold hot water and keep low eggs, and the soles of their shoes.
food warm. Instead, Elizabeth hid money in The greatest prison escape of the war
it that she secretly passed to the men so they occurred on February 9, 1864, when 109
could bribe the guards for better treatment. Union prisoners fled Richmond’s Libby
One day a guard looked at the plate suspi- Prison through a rat-infested 50-foot tunnel
ciously. On her next visit, Elizabeth left the they had dug under the street. The escape
money at home. When the guard took could not have succeeded without Elizabeth.
the plate for examination, he received only a Her money and connections enabled the
lapful of scalding water. captive men to contact Union sympathiz-
Conditions for the prisoners worsened as ers outside the prison who would help their
the war ground on. Cells were stuffed to over- flight to freedom. Although the men sent her
flowing, men starved to death, and inmates coded messages about their tunnel, progress
were hanged from their thumbs as a form was slow and dangerous, and Elizabeth did
of torture. As the prisoners’ lot grew more not know exactly when they would escape.
desperate, Elizabeth’s methods became more She nailed blankets over the windows in her
daring. Knowing that attempted escapes were parlor, prepared beds in her secret room, and
common, she built a secret chamber in her waited.
attic where Yankee soldiers could be concealed The night of the breakout, a handful of
in safety until they were able to flee North. men, fearful and in need of refuge, stealthily
She stationed some of her servants near the made their way to the Van Lew mansion.
prison to guide men on the run to her house. But Elizabeth was not home. A family emer-
By the end of 1863, word of Elizabeth’s gency had called her away. Her brother, John,
determined loyalty and pro-Union activi- who had been drafted reluctantly to fight in
ties reached Northern commanders. They the Confederate army, had deserted and gone
recruited her to spy on Confederate troop into hiding. Donning her country disguise,
locations, battle plans, and food and ammu- Elizabeth snuck out to his hiding place. The
nition shipments. Elizabeth wrote her next morning she learned to her horror that
dispatches in a colorless ink that looked like escaped Libby prisoners had been turned awayy
water but turned black with an application from her house. Her servants had feared they
of milk. She was instructed to write in secret were Confederate spies.
code in case her messages fell into the wrong Elizabeth was desperate. She knew that
hands. Housewives, merchants, even clerks in when Confederate soldiers scoured Richmond
the Confederate War Department were in her for the escaped prisoners, they would discover
spy ring. Some of Elizabeth’s greatest helpers her fugitive brother also. Knowing she had
were free Blacks, who smuggled messages out to take a chance, she marched to General
WE NEED TO WE HAVE
DO WE NEED A ENEMIES?
SPY RING? WATCH OUR
ENEMIES!
28
Winder’s office to tell of her brother’s deser- despised her as a traitor. She had spent
tion and to plead on John’s behalf that a her fortune smuggling men to freedom.
physical ailment made him unfit for ser- Now Elizabeth was shunned by Richmond
vice. To disguise her true feelings about the society. In recognition of her service,
Confederate cause and her anxiety over the President Grant appointed her postmaster of
escaped men who were being recaptured, she Richmond. But the family mansion, whose
invited Winder and his wife to dinner and secret rooms had sheltered so many escaping
chatted like a loyal Southerner throughout the soldiers, declined into a decrepit shell of its
meal. Winder agreed to intercede for John, former glory. With advancing age Elizabeth
who survived the war. Meanwhile, Elizabeth became more isolated in her home, a
managed to meet secretly with several escaped strange, frail figure feared and taunted by
Libby prisoners and helped arrange their children. Memory of her wartime hero-
transport North. ics faded.
As the bloody battles of the Elizabeth died on
war continued, Richmonders September 25, 1900. Following
grew increasingly alarmed her death, a legend arose that
about spies and secret “Crazy Bet” had wandered
Union sympathizers. the streets in disheveled
Elizabeth wrote in her diary attire during the war, sing-
of her terror of discovery: ing and mumbling to herself,
“Visitors apparently friendly and pretending to be feeble-
were treacherous . . . I have minded to disguise her real
turned to speak to a friend and identity as the master of Union
found a detective at my elbow. spying in Richmond. But “Crazy
Strange faces could sometimes be Bet” is a myth. What is true are the
seen peeping around the columns and pillars words inscribed on Elizabeth’s tombstone.
of the back portico . . .” In the fall of 1864, They memorialize the courage and sacrifice of
Confederate authorities formally investigated this determined patriot who played the part
Elizabeth. They concluded that as a rich of loyal Southerner so intelligently that she
Southern woman she might gossip about fooled those in power and helped the Union
wartime matters, but that she would never win the war:
take direct action against the Confederacy. She risked everything that is dear to man—
Once again, Elizabeth’s enemies had under- friends—fortune—comfort—health—life
estimated her. itself—all for the one absorbing desire of her
Following the war, Elizabeth’s work heart—that slavery might be abolished and
for the Union was revealed. Southerners the Union preserved.
I’LL MARK MY SECRET CUTE DOTS. BUT WHERE’S MAYBE THE SECRET
NOTES LIKE THIS, SO YOU’LL THE WRITING? IS THE IS: THERE IS NO
KNOW THEY’RE FROM ME! SECRET IN INVISIBLE INK? SECRET.
30
1 2 3 4 5
6 7
8 9 10
11 12 13
14 15 16
17 18
19 20
21 22 23
24
25 26 27
28 29 30
31 32
33 34
Across Down
1. Joyful, merry 1. Friends and _______ gather for a Fourth of July
3. What people fly proudly on the Fourth of July picnic
6. Opposite of p.m. 2. Large flightless bird
7. What you do at Fourth of July picnics 3. Wave this when you’re hot
8. Played by the band LOOK! I CAN 4. Lieutenant (abbreviation)
SPARKLE AT
11. To boast BOTH ENDS! 5. _______ of St. Louis
13. _______grounds 9. Short for Chatterbox, the Cricket online forum
14. Large (abbreviation) 10. Benjamin Franklin was a Founding _______
17. “As American as apple _______” 12. The United States of _______
19. Fourth of July noisemaker 15. Male title of respect
22. _______ of corn 16. Fourth of July potato-sack _______
24. Independence Day month (abbreviation) 17. Outdoor meal
25. Kind of weather you don’t want on the Fourth of 18. Snakelike fishes
July 20. Kansas (abbreviation)
26. Marching _______ 21. Fourth of July procession down Main Street
UGLY KNOWS THESE
29. Stadium 23. Decorated wagons in 21 Down AREN’T TO EAT,
RIGHT? I’M AFRAID
31. Where people go to see lions, tigers, and bears 27. District attorney (abbreviation) HE’S GOING FOR AN
32. Extraterrestrial (abbreviation) 28. _______ as a firecracker or a July day INNER GLOW!
33. The fireworks show is an exciting _______ 30. Divides court in volleyball or tennis
34. “And the _______ red glare” 31. Chemical symbol for zinc
OH, YEAH?
ME, TOO! MEWY
SPARKLE!
31
The Crow’s Gift of
of Fire
AN AUSTRALIAN ABORIGINAL STORY
retold by Kate Walker
LONG AGO
O IN the Dreamtime of Australia’s Wurundjeri
people, sevven sisters possessed fire that they would not share.
They carrried the fire as glowing coals in the ends of their
digging sticks, and never did those digging sticks leave their
hand . The sisters used their fire to cook yams, lizards,
and ffish. All other beings in the land had to eat their
food d raw: raw roots, raw eel, and raw meat. Then one
dayy the sisters made a careless mistake.
They finished their meal and spread sand over
the ashes of their secret cooking place. They hadn’t
noticed a small yam left behind in the ashes. But
young Crow spotted it. He had sharp eyes, and an
even sharper curiosity. The instant the sisters left,
Crow swooped down and pecked at the little yam.
And it was delicious! So soft! So sweet! It was the
he’d
best food he d ever tasted!
Author’s Note My story is based on a myth belonging to the Wurundjeri people, the tradi-
tional owners of the Birrarung (Yarra River) valley area where present-day Melbourne stands.
Dreamtime is the time before history in which Aboriginal spirit beings created all things. It
is usual for Aboriginal Dreamtime stories to have several different versions. As clans and tribal
groups merged and divided, elements of their traditional stories changed over many years of
verbal telling. There are also many different stories dealing with the acquisition of fire. Each
tribal area had its own mythology.
My own Aboriginal heritage is that of the Dhurag people of the Hawkesbury River dis-
trict of New South Wales.
35
The great explorer Captain James Cook Australian
stepped ashore in Australia in 1770 and claimed it for Aboriginal
Britain. He saw no land being farmed by the native people in arid
inhabitants. To an Englishman this meant nobody owned areas lived a
nomadic life.
the land, and therefore it was free to take. Except, two
hundred years later, Captain Cook was proved wrong.
38
WE YAY!
GREAT!
I’VE GOT ADD THEM WE HAVE GET MORE
SOME MORE TO THE TO READ EVERY DAY!
READER PILE. SHOULDN’T WE THEM WE’LL NEVER
SUGGESTIONS PUT THEM ON FIRST! FINISH THEM
FOR YOU. THE SHELVES? ALL.
Do you have a favorite book? Email your review (75 words or less) to cricket@cricketmagkids.com or mail to
Cricket Readers Recommend, P.O. Box 300, Peru, IL 61354. Please include your name, age, and address.
Visit Cricket Readers Recommend online at www.cricketmagkids/books
or Blab About Books at www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox. 39
The
Gardener’s Son
The Story of the Smallpox Vaccine
Part 2
James Phipps is an eight-year-old boy whose oped less serious cases of smallpox than if they had
father is a gardener on the estate of Dr. Edward caught the disease naturally, and afterward they
Jenner in Gloucestershire, England. The doctor’s were immune from smallpox.
greenhouse is filled with exotic plants and fruits, Dr. Jenner was aware that fair-skinned
like oranges, but they are reserved for honored Gloucestershire milkmaids seemed to develop an
guests, and James often wonders how an orange immunity to smallpox once they had contracted
would taste. cowpox, a much milder disease caught from
Dr. Jenner is fighting an outbreak of small- infected cows. He was convinced that purposely
pox, a terrible disease that causes painful blisters, infecting his patients with the relatively harm-
high fever, and often death, usually leaving sur- less cowpox virus would make them immune to
vivors pockmarked with ugly scars. Up to this smallpox. To test his theory, on May 14, 1796, he
time, the only defense against smallpox was vari- takes a few drops of liquid from the cowpox sores
olation, a treatment in which drops of pus from a of milkmaid Sarah Nelmes and rubs the cow-
smallpox blister were rubbed into a cut made on pox virus into a cut on James’s arm. Dr. Jenner
a patient’s arm. Variolation could be dangerous expects James to show mild symptoms of cowpox,
and painful, since it infected patients with the and afterward to be immune from smallpox—a
smallpox virus. But those treated generally devel- treatment Dr. Jenner calls vaccination.
43
HOORAY FOR SCIENCE!
feared. Poor tenant farmers came as well, by of charge. Often, James would be called from
wagon or on foot. Soon the lines grew so long the greenhouse, where his father was teach-
that Dr. Jenner hired assistants and created a ing him to tend the palms and pineapples, to
vaccination clinic in the summerhouse, where show his scar and tell his tale, urging the visi-
all who wished could receive the vaccine free tors not to be afraid.
Edward Jenner
AUTHOR’S NOTE Variolation was practiced by many
cultures in Africa, Asia, and China, long before it became
known to Europeans in the eighteenth century. Several other
individuals, particularly Benjamin Jesty, had tested cowpox
vaccination on a small scale, before it was publicized and
popularized by Edward Jenner. At first others were hesi-
tant to try the new technique, but by 1800 vaccination was
being recommended by physicians and scientists throughout
England, as well as in most European countries.
Dr. Jenner’s vaccine proved as important and effective
in the Americas as it was in Europe. Scientists had not yet
discovered a method for safely storing vaccine serum for long
periods. However, they soon realized that cowpox could be
transmitted directly arm-to-arm, and the lifesaving technique
was brought across the ocean by a human chain of direct
vaccination. One of Edward Jenner’s most prized possessions
was a wampum belt received as a gift from Native American
leaders, grateful to have a means to halt this terrible disease that had decimated their communities.
In 1977, smallpox was declared eradicated—that is, completely wiped out around the world—and
now exists only in a few laboratories, where
it is carefully studied under high security.
No one in the world has died from small-
pox—one of the most feared diseases of all
time—in nearly forty years. The Chantry,
where Edward Jenner lived and worked, is now
a museum, and visitors can see the famous
summerhouse or “Temple of Vaccination.” The
hide of Blossom—the cow from which Sarah
Nelmes contracted cowpox—is on display at
St. George’s University School of Medicine,
also in England. The Temple of Vaccination
44
WHAT
DRAMA!
WHAT
TALENT!
WINNERS
M AR CH 2 0 21 P HOT O G RA PHY CO N T E ST
Through My Lens
First prize 10 and under First prize 10 and under First prize 11 and up
Guadalupe T., age 9 Niso K., age 9 Rina L., age 13
Lutherville, MD Los Angeles, CA Pittsboro, NC
Second prize 10 and under Second prize 10 and under Second prize 10 and under
Giada A., age 9 Gwyneth D., age 10 Presley B., age 10
New Milford, CT Morrilton, AR Chagrin Falls, OH
45
Second prize 11 and up Second prize 11 and up Second prize 11 and up
Carl M., age 12 Delaney B., age 12 Nadia K., age 11
Gaithersburg, MD Thousand Oaks, CA Tenants Harbor, ME
Orb Weaver Spider A Seed’s Beauty Double Rainbow over Rockland Maine Harbor
Amazing Ways
Nature Survives
AND YOUR, A
UMMM, BEAR?!
GUESTS? WE LIKE MEETING YOU DI
NEW FRIENDS. FRESH WEL AND, LOOK! I MADE
O PUSS
TT E BLOOD, SO TO SPEAK... NO! N YOU SHOULD DON’T WORRY,
A NICE
YOU A SPECIAL BADGE
ONE’S GOT THINGS SORRY, THAT’S A TICK FOR . HAVE SEEN OUR HE TOOK ONE FOR SURVIVING A
JOKE, HA HA. THA . LOOK AT US WARMUP CAMPING TRIP WITH
UNDER CONTRO ! NEW “FRIENDS” FOR YO R
SO WE’RE JUSTT (SHIVE HANDLE THAT AND FLED! S HELP.
IT’S OUR SOLO.
VISITING. CARE FOR MARAUDING
A HEARTY BEAR!! SUPERPOWER.
WARM MEWY YAY!!
BEVERAGE?
46
Third prize 10 and under Third prize 11 and up Honorable Mention
John E., age 10 Jaiden B., age 13 Abigail L., age 12, South Lake Tahoe, CA.
Exton, PA Chagrin Falls, OH Daphne S., age 9, Charlottesville, VA. Eden H.,
age 9, Brandon, SD. Elena G., age 15, Fortson,
GA. Emi M., age 9, New Haven, CT. Emma B.,
age 11, Wellington, FL. Erica E., age 11, Exton, PA.
Eva T., age 14, Hyattsville, MD. Éva T., age 11,
Sacramento, CA. Joy M., age 7, Rockville, MD.
Lucy R., age 8, Montecito, CA. Marlo G., age 9,
Forest Hills, NY. Olivia A., age 10, Poway, CA.
Orlanda M., age 11, Port Townsend, WA.
Sonja B., age 6, Alameda, CA. Tang L., age 8,
Palmetto Bay, FL. Tyler R., age 10, Montecito, CA.
Violet R., age 12, Berwyn Heights, MD. Yan L.,
age 4, Palmetto Bay, FL.
To s e e m o r e w i n n i n g C r i c ke t L e a g u e
11 and up
e n t r i e s , v i s i t o u r we b s i t e :
Jonah V., age 12 c r i c ke t m a g k i d s . c o m /c o n t e s t s
New York, NY
Solution to Crossbird Puzzle
S T E K C O R T N E V E
34 33
T E O O Z D
32 31
A N E R A H C A
30 29 28
O D N A B N I A R
27 26 25
L J N C S N A
24
F R A E I L C P
23 22 21
R E K C A R C E R I F P
20 19
T H A E E I P Y
18 17
I T R M S G L
16 15 14
R I A F G A R B I
13 12 11
I F N C I S U M
10 9 8
P T A E M A
7 6
S G A L F E V I T S E F
5 4 3 2 1
47
B U S Y A S A bee. Make a beeline for home. Have you heard these old
sayings? Just watch a honeybee zoom from flower to flower; then, when it has
gathered all the nectar it can carry, watch it head home to its hive in a straight
line—without any detours.
My friend Dorothy Morgan tells me that many thousands of years ago,
home for a honeybee was probably a nest in an isolated dry cave or in a hollow
tree. After people developed a taste for honey eight or ten thousand years ago,
they began robbing the honey from bees’ nests. But the nests were in inconve-
nient places, and humans began to think about moving the bees closer to their
dwellings. The first beekeeper’s hive may have been a short hollow log.
In 1900 a German expedition excavated the Temple of the Sun in Egypt.
Built about 2600 B.C., the walls of the temple held picture relief carvings of
nine stacked beehives. Unlike familiar box-shaped hives, these hives were long
tubes with tapered ends. They appeared to be made of baked clay or Nile
River mud, similar to the mud pipe beehives used in southern Egypt today.
Historians believe that early Egyptian beekeepers moved their hives on
rafts up the 1ong, northward-flowing Nile River. If the beekeepers placed
their bee-laden rafts on the river when flowers began to bloom in the south,
they could follow the plants as they blossomed along the river all the way
north to Cairo. There, markets were eager to buy the honey that the very
small, bright orange Egyptian bee had made on its journey up the Nile.
Now, that’s what I call a well-traveled honeybee!
48
Photos Shutterstock.com