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Baseball. Fiction.
Brothers and sisters. Fiction.
Supernatural. Fiction.
Cincinnati (Ohio). History. 19th century. Fiction.
It's 1899, and the Travelin' Nine go to Cincinnati to play ball, hoping to raise some money. Young siblings Griffith, Ruby, and Graham treasure a tattered baseball with a mysterious hole in it. There are lots of mysteries: why Uncle Owen is in a wheelchair; why their mother is called "Guy" and pins up her hair when she plays catcher, their dad's old position; why trains and fog appear on the field, visible to the barnstormers but invisible to the other team. Old-timey baseball lore and phrases fill the margins, the prose is atmospheric, and Long's soft-edged, period illustrations fit the misty mood. Any true resolution or clarity, however, must await Game 2.
Horn BookThis novel seems intended primarily to convey the rules and terminology of baseball as it was played in the late 1800s. Talk of "gardens" rather than outfields and "strikers" instead of batters may interest modern sports fans, but readers who'd prefer characterization and a genuine story arc will be disappointed. The illustrations range from cleverly detailed to sketchily unfinished.
Kirkus ReviewsGriffith, Ruby, Graham and their mother are barnstorming across the Midwest with the Travelin' Nine baseball team. The team is made up of comrades of their late father, all former members of the Rough Riders, who are helping them to raise money to pay off a huge family debt. Griffith is keeping secrets, their father's keepsake baseball emits odd shivers and shakes and there are many strange occurrences. Long's highly detailed, black-and-white illustrations evoke the era and enhance the text. There's an interesting cast of characters and lots of action, but it doesn't work. For fantasy to succeed, there needs to be an underlying set of rules that govern the realm in which it is set. Instead, Long and Bildner have stretched portends and omens to the breaking point, without explaining or resolving anything. It's obviously the first in a planned series, but it lacks the substance to stand alone. The reader is left hanging and may not be willing to follow the team. (Fiction. 8-10)
Publishers Weekly (Fri Oct 06 00:00:00 CDT 2023)The authors nimbly step up to the plate in this debut volume of Barnstormers: Tales of the Travelin' Nine series, but the action plays out rather disappointingly. In 1899, likable siblings Griffith, Ruby and Graham Payne are on the road with a barnstorming baseball team. Their father, once the Travelin' Nine's catcher, perished at war and their mother, disguised as a man, has taken his place behind home plate. The children cherish the baseball that their father carried throughout the war. At the start of the team's game against the Cincinnati Swine (aka Porkopolis, "the pork-packin' capital of the world"), the worn ball mysteriously seems to "tremble" in Ruby's hand. As the Nine loses the lead in the game, a "looming darkness" descends on the field. A train switching signal grows out of the ground, tracks and a locomotive appear—seen only by the siblings and their teammates, who lose badly. At game's end, Griffith shares with Ruby their uncle's warning, confided at their father's funeral, that "great danger lies ahead." Like this season's <EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">Hey Batta, Batta Swing (reviewed Jan. 8), this brief novel throws out appealing old-time baseball vernacular (defined in the margins) and intriguing period particulars, captured in Loren's enticing backdrops; youngsters will also enjoy the emotional portraits of the Payne family. But the danger remains a mystery as the tale comes to a close, with too much left dangling. Ages 7-10. <EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">(Feb.)
School Library JournalGr 2-5-It is 1899, and Griffith, Ruby, and Graham Payne have just buried their father. Now they and their mother are hitting the road with the Travelin' Nine, a barnstorming team of baseball players made up of veterans from the Spanish-American War's "Rough Riders" with whom their father used to play. Their Uncle Owen has entrusted them with a baseball that their dad owned. They know only that it has some kind of power when all three of the children touch it. In this first book in the series, the Travelin' Nine has arrived in Cincinnati to challenge the local team. During the game, strange things happen, and the children are at a loss to understand why. Nothing is explained, and the story ends with the siblings and the team preparing to board a steamboat that will take them to Louisville for the next matchup. There is no question that both Long and Bildner love baseball (the pictures of both author and illustrator in the back of the book in vintage uniforms leave little doubt). The level of historical detail is admirable, and Long's dreamy, black-and-white illustrations are breathtaking. Unfortunately, history and distinguished art cannot make up for the lack of an engaging story line: two-dimensional characters and a weak plot make this chapter book fall flat. If the subsequent "Games" can pick up the pace and flesh out the characters more fully, the series has potential to appeal to fans of Mary Pope Osborne's "Magic Tree House" series (Random) and other historical fantasy.-Kim Dare, Fairfax County Public Schools, VA Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information.
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Two days earlier...
Graham had fire in his eyes. He stood toe-to-toe with the older boy, and no matter how hard Ruby tugged at him, he pulled away, refusing to back down.
"You think you can beat the Travelin' Nine?" Graham pointed at the boy's chest. "You don't know what you're talking about."
The older boy waved the flyer back in Graham's face. "You don't know what you're talkin' 'bout, pip-squeak!"
Graham clenched his fists. "The Travelin' Nine can beat any team from your piggy town!"
"Piggy town?" The boy laughed. "Try Porkopolis, small fry. That's what we in Cincinnati call our city. Porkopolis: the pork-packin' capital of the world."
"Piggy town!" Graham repeated, louder. "No piggy-town team can beat the Travelin' Nine."
Ruby grabbed at her little brother again, afraid that he would try to tackle the other boy right into the Ohio River.
"Let me tell you somethin' else." The older boy towered over Graham. "When it comes to baseball, we were first. We had the first pro team in the whole country. We here in Cincinnati take our baseball very seriously."
"So! Who cares?" Graham fired back.
"Listen, runt. You really think a team of Cincinnati ballists is gonna lose to some travelin'-sideshow band of barnstormers?"
That was the final straw. Graham lunged at the older boy and shoved him in the gut. The older boy winced and doubled over, but only for a brief moment, and for not nearly as long as Graham had hoped.
"Is that the best you can do, shrimp?" The older boy stood up taller than ever. He pushed Graham away. Graham stumbled but somehow managed to remain on his feet.
"Now you've done it!" Graham shouted. He lowered his head, drew back both fists, and charged. And as Graham leaped at his nemesis, from out of nowhere he was plucked from the air.
"Whoa!" Griffith said. "Easy, Grambo!"
"You're gonna be sorry!" the older boy said even as he backed off and away. "Sorry you ever came to Cincinnati!"
Graham struggled to escape Griffith's grasp, but years of wrestling with his big brother had taught him there was no use. He stopped flailing his arms and slowly unclenched his fists.
"Grammy, you can't do that." Griffith loosened his grip.
"He started it."
"It doesn't matter. We're new here. You can't go around picking fights."
"Why not?" Ruby flashed an amused smile at her older brother and pointed. "It worked."
In the distance they could see the boy pausing on the Roebling Suspension Bridge; he seemed to be reading the Travelin' Nine flyer. Then he quickly stuffed it into his back pocket before heading off.
"He started it," Graham repeated, crossing his arms over his chest.
Griffith sighed. He knew better than to continue arguing with his brother. Besides, they all had something more important to do. They had to promote the ball game. They had to help distribute the flyers that both Professor Lance and Bubbles were lugging in their overstuffed satchels farther up the road.
Griffith reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the flyers. He thought about his mother's words from earlier that day.
"We need people at the game, Griff," she had said when she pulled him aside. In her eyes he thought he saw something he'd seen once before, but it was so long ago he no longer knew if it was real or just a dream. "Lots of people."
The barnstormers were trying to raise money. A lot of money. Thousands of dollars. Griffith knew it. Ruby and Graham knew it too. It was the reason the Travelin' Nine were barnstorming in the first place.
"What is it?" Ruby said.
"What is what?" Griffith replied, folding the advertisement back up.
"You know what I'm talking about, Griff. There's something you're not telling me."
"Ruby, how many times do I have to say it? I'm not keeping anything from you."
"I know Uncle Owen told you something the night of Daddy's funeral. I know he did, but I don't understand why you won't tell me."
Griffith sighed. "Come on. We need to catch up to Bubbles and the Professor. We have work to do."
Text copyright © 2007 by Phil Bildner and Loren Long
Excerpted from Magic in the Outfield by Loren Long, Phil Bildner
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Griffith, Graham, and Ruby's father passed away in the war. And now they must join their mother and their father's wartime traveling baseball team, The Travelin' Nine, on a tour of America to raise money. No one will tell the kids why the team needs money so badly. Their only clue is a baseball with a hole the size of an acorn in it that their Uncle Owen gave to them the night of their father's funeral. They know very little about its significance except that their father made it with his own two hands and carried it with him throughout the war. And when all three kids hold the ball, strange things begin to happen...