Where the Great Hawk Flies
Where the Great Hawk Flies
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Houghton Mifflin
Annotation: Years after a violent New England raid by the Redcoats and their Revolutionary War Indian allies, two families, one that suffered during that raid and one with an Indian mother and Patriot father, become neighbors and must deal with past trauma and prejudices before they can help each other in the present. Based on the author's family history. Includes historical notes and notes on the Pequot Indians.
 
Reviews: 8
Catalog Number: #2067
Format: Perma-Bound from Publisher's Hardcover
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Publisher: Houghton Mifflin
Copyright Date: 2005
Edition Date: c2005 Release Date: 08/15/05
Pages: 264 p.
ISBN: Publisher: 0-618-40085-0 Perma-Bound: 0-605-06038-X
ISBN 13: Publisher: 978-0-618-40085-0 Perma-Bound: 978-0-605-06038-8
Dewey: Fic
LCCN: 2004029832
Dimensions: 21 cm.
Language: English
Reviews:
Starred Review ALA Booklist (Thu Sep 01 00:00:00 CDT 2005)

Starred Review Although intermarriages between white settlers and Indians were relatively common in America's early days, the half-Indian, half-white colonial experience has rarely been explored for young readers. Inspired by an incident recorded by her own mixed-race ancestors, Ketchum tackles the theme in prose as sturdy and well crafted as a cedar-frame wigwam or hand-pegged pine barn. Seven years after Caughnawaga Indians fighting for the British ransacked his Vermont settlement, 13-year-old Daniel receives a visit from his Pequot grandfather, who wants to pass along the old ways that are "sliding away, like currents slipping down the river." The old medicine man's presence aggravates still-raw fears among Daniel's new neighbors, 11-year-old Hiram Coombs and his family, who suffered particular hardships in the earlier raid. Ketchum tells the story of a community rift stemming from post-trauma anxieties, nimbly moving back and forth between Daniel's and Hiram's sharply differentiated points of view. Aspects of Ketchum's portrayal, particularly the faintly romanticized aura surrounding Daniel's Pequot heritage, seem too clearly intended to cast the Coombs' attitudes in a negative light, but in the end Ketchum's close study of individuals and their complicated relationships return the broader message to a human scale.

Horn Book (Sat Apr 01 00:00:00 CST 2006)

In 1782 Vermont, two thirteen-year-old boys become neighbors, then enemies, and finally friends. Two years earlier, Hiram barely escaped a violent British and Indian raid; when he meets Daniel, who is half Pequot, he is unable to control a visceral racist hatred that is inevitably reciprocated. From each boy's alternating narration, readers see how deeply point-of-view informs one's belief and actions.

Kirkus Reviews

"Once again, I felt like the seam on a sleeve, rent down the middle," says Daniel Tucker, just turned 13. The son of an English father and a full-blood Pequot mother, he must thread his way between two worlds. Not easy when he meets a new neighbor who sees him as a wild animal, a "dirty Injun." The dynamics of Indian and English, Tory and patriot, are complicated indeed in 1782 Vermont, before it became a state. In the alternating voices of Daniel and his neighbor Hiram, Ketchum expertly traces the growth of young Daniel, who learns he can take from both worlds and can become friends with someone once seen as an enemy. Surprisingly contemporary and relevant in its coming-of-age theme and its exploration of the roots of hatred and the possibilities of friendship, the tale is based on family history and is clearly a labor of love. Terrific historical fiction. (author's note, a note on Pequot history and the Pequot language) (Fiction. 10-14)

School Library Journal

Gr 6-8-During the British-inspired, murderous Indian raid in Vermont in 1780, a hawk led 13-year-old Daniel Tucker, his Pequot mother, and his sister to the safety of a cave while his English-immigrant father fought with the local militia. The Coombs family, now back from refuge in Connecticut, lost nearly everything. Young Hiram Coombs and Daniel immediately dislike one another for Hiram is haunted by the sights and sounds of the raid. He steals from Daniel, and both boys resort to name-calling. Their fathers attempt cordiality, but Hiram's pregnant mother is disdainful of Daniel's mother, even though she is the only midwife in the area. With the arrival of Hiram's uncle (crazed from the treatment he endured as a captive of Canadian Indians) and Daniel's Pequot grandfather (a healer whose tribe has befriended Americans), each family is hurled toward danger. Interspersed with the customs and language of two cultures and narrated in turn by each boy, the story never bogs down. The dignity, tolerance, and humor Daniel's grandfather displays is uplifting, and the way he passes on to his grandchildren valuable insights into their heritage and future is touching. Most evocative is the lyrical and reconciliatory ending. This story demonstrates how prejudice can injure both individuals and nations. Readers will enjoy the well-motivated characters and the exciting plot. Jerrie Oughton's Music from a Place Called Half Moon (Houghton, 1995), set in a more recent time, has similar themes.-Cindy Darling Codell, formerly at Clark Middle School, Winchester, KY Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

Voice of Youth Advocates

This beautifully written novel traces the dramatic transformation of two thirteen-year-old boys in Vermont shortly after the end of the Revolutionary War. Daniel is the son of an English father and a Pequot Indian mother, torn between the conflicting customs and heritages of the two cultures. Hiram and his family are Scotch-Irish, and have recently returned to Vermont after fleeing a few years earlier during a bloody and deadly raid by the British and their Indian supporters. Daniel's family was also victimized in the raid, but Hiram can only see them as "dirty Injuns" in his anger toward the Indians that aided the British. Hiram and Daniel's lives become strongly intertwined through both joy and tragedy, changing them and their views of other people forever. Written with beautiful, touching metaphors and authentic speech, this historical novel is compelling and thought provoking. Based on the true story of the author's direct ancestors, it is well researched and features strong characterization. The chapters alternate narratives and viewpoints between the two boys, allowing the reader to see the root causes of the prejudices and fears that haunt them both. The subtle but steady changes in the boys are realistically portrayed, and their relationships-between each other, their families, and society around them-no doubt reflect some of the same struggles that young adults face today. This excellent novel is a strongly recommended purchase for libraries of all sizes.-Sherrie Williams.

Word Count: 57,573
Reading Level: 3.5
Interest Level: 4-7
Accelerated Reader: reading level: 3.5 / points: 8.0 / quiz: 89431 / grade: Middle Grades
Reading Counts!: reading level:6.5 / points:15.0 / quiz:Q39139
Lexile: 550L
Guided Reading Level: U
Fountas & Pinnell: U
1. DanielFirst light. I sat up, keeping quiet. My breath made smoke. Ice studded the iron roofing nails of our loft. Rhodas face was ruddy atop her quilt. Wed had a great frost. Was I too late? I must hurry. I slipped off my pallet, pulled on drawers, breeches, wool shirt. Slid belly-bump down the ladder and tiptoed to the front chamber, where a fresh fire crackled. No sound from behind the curtain where Mother and Father slept. Father would be in the barn already. Hed expect me to help him with the chores. But still Twas my birthday, and the sun barely peeking over the hill. Surely I could skip the chores this once. It might be my last chance, til spring.Jodys tail thumped and I stilled her with my hand. Good dog. You stay, I whispered. I wiggled into my jacket, lifted the latch, and went out.The world was white and shining. Frost coated every blade of grass, whitewashed the tips of corn tassels so they looked like the tails of Mishquashim, the red fox. Sheep muttered in the barn and one of the oxen bellowed as I dashed past. Would Father see me? I stayed low, zigzagged through the cornstalks, and ducked into the woods under the hemlocks. Safe so far.I crept to the stream bank, keeping to the shadows. A skim of ice floated over the deepest part of the pool, and the water rippled free only in the open. Would I find him?Dead leaves clogged the branches of my fishweir. If luck is with me, hell show himself, I whispered. But what if hed already gone to sleep for the winter?I slid onto the flat rock and lay on my belly, waiting for the sun to reach the pool. First it stroked the high leaves of the maple with gold, then it warmed my moccasins, next my breeches. Finally, it touched my shoulders and lit the pool, making the ice sparkle There! Mr. Trout slipped from his hiding place under the roots of the maple. Long as my forearm, he swam slow and regal as a real king, not like that silly King George we trounced in the war. The spots on Mr. Trouts back flickered in the sunshine. I licked my lips, tasting him already. Youre mine. Mother would chide me, remind me to thank Cautantowwit, our creator, for bringing me this trout. Was Cautantowwit with me? Thank you, I told him, just to be sure, but fixed my eyes on Mr. Trout. Slow and careful, I rose onto my knees. Pushed up my sleeve. Lowered my hand Snap! A branch broke. Ker-plash! A stone fell into the pool, soaked me from chin to belly. The trout slipped away. I jumped to my feet.Whos there? Caught you! A strange boy jeered at me. He hopped from foot to foot on the far bank, like someone dancing on hot coals. Fool! I shook my fist at him. What did you do that for? Cuz youre a dirty Injun, thats why. A savage. He spat at me, but his spittle blew turned on him in the wind.I bit the inside of my cheeks so hed not see how his words stung me. What an ugly face! He was pale as corn samp, and his yellow hair stuck up in a cowlick on the back of his head. Weve a gander looks like you, I called. For two s

Excerpted from Where the Great Hawk Flies by Liza Ketchum
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On Daniel Tucker's 13th birthday, a hawk flies over his family's farm. Does the hawk announce a visitor, or warn of imminent danger? Daniel's mother and sister listen for the hawk's message, while something urgent stirs inside Daniel. He is struggling to find his own path between the heritage of his Pequot mother and the customs of his English father. Meanwhile, a new family has moved into the crumbling cabin next door. Hiram Coombs can't believe his parents have returned to Vermont now that the Revolutionary War is over. Don't they remember the terror of the raid, when Indians and Redcoats burned the family's previous farm and kidnapped Hiram's uncle?When Hiram encounters Daniel at the trout stream that separates the two farms, he sees only a dirty Injun, while Daniel regards Hiram as buffle-brained. The arrival of two more unexpected visitors heightens the tensions between the boys and threatens to rekindle the smoldering embers of the war.


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