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Our Australian Girl Series 1 - New set of 16 softcover books Grace Letty Rose Poppy
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Like this: Like Loading Leave a comment Filed under Junior Readers years , Tweens years Tagged as grace , historical fiction , letty , our australia girl , poppy , rose. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email required Address never made public. There won't be no runners coming for you. Uncle Ord stroked the sharp claws of the hammer with his tobacco-stained fingers. He stole a pair of boots worth a lot less than this here hammer.
He was so small they had to weigh him down with stones so he'd drop right when he stepped off the platform. Grace shuddered. She had never wanted to see a hanging, but most people didn't feel that way - they flocked to see an execution as if it were a circus show.
Even her uncle's stories frightened her. She wiped them away; if Uncle Ord saw her cry he would curse her and say she was a useless girl. Uncle Ord isn't proud of me for finding the hammer, she thought. He's angry at me for bringing something so valuable home. For the first time, Grace realised that it didn't matter what she brought her uncle - she could carry half a barge into the house - it wouldn't make him happy.
Nothing Grace found in the river could bring back his son, or fix his sore leg and make him a sailor again. Grace picked at the mud drying on her knees and ankles. She should have let Joe Bean take the hammer - what difference did it make?
When it was time for her to get back in the mud tomorrow she knew she would have to face Joe Bean and he would be very angry. She wouldn't have the hammer and she wouldn't have any money for him either. And the other boys from the gang were sure to be with him this time. Grace sighed. She tore off a strip from the hem of her dress and, using it as a rag, she cleaned the dirt from her wound. She tied the rag tightly around her foot to make a bandage. Mama told me we might be setting sail today,' Hannah said excitedly, between mouthfuls of bread and butter.
Grace sat in the wooden sleeping berth next to Hannah and watched her friend make a telescope with her hands. Hannah's chains knocked against each other as she held the telescope to her eye. It had been a week since she had seen the outside world and breathed fresh air - the ship was still anchored in the River Thames, being loaded with cargo for the six-month trip to Sydney Cove. Hannah picked up her cup and swallowed the last of her tea. The guards will make us rush to one side of the hold so that the ship doesn't tip over.
If it does, we'll go under.
It's what ships do in storms. That's why we will have to run from side to side to keep the whole thing upright. In the berth opposite, Jenny Tankard, the oldest prisoner on board the ship, cackled, showing her toothless gums. They're busy planning to sail the seven seas and we're heading for the bottom end of the blooming world! England is getting rid of its garbage so it don't have to look at us no more.
Grace had grown used to the way the prisoners teased each other and picked fights, especially big Nance Tucking with shoulders as broad as a man's. But Sally Major acted as if nobody could scare her, even though she wasn't very much bigger than Grace.
I wonder how old she is? She doesn't look no more than fifteen. It didn't help that the prisoners were crammed in so close to each other on the ship. They were forced to spend all their time on slatted beds set in two narrow rows, one on top of the other, like double bunks It was always dark and the air was rank and stale. Grace wished she had room to walk about, or stretch out. For once I'm glad I'm small, she thought. At least I don't hit my head on the beams overhead. But Grace didn't really care about being locked in a ship's hold with chains around her wrists and ankles and no fresh air to breathe or light to see by.
Her new friend Hannah turned everything into a game, full of possibilities, and Grace could even ignore the stink of the privy, the lice that lived in her hair, and the rats that hurried between the berths if Hannah was by her side. The girls lay back. Grace was happy to hear they would soon be setting sail, but she was sad, too. I'll never see England again, she thought.
She turned to Hannah to tell her how she felt, but Hannah nodded before she could say a word. She understood. There was a lot Grace didn't need to explain to Hannah.
Then Grace felt the ship pitch forward. She grabbed her friend's arm. It's moving! Hannah was silent for a moment.