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    The Ghost at Devils Tower
    The Ghost at Devils Tower
    The Ghost at Devils Tower
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    The Ghost at Devils Tower

    By Carol Miorosco and Philomine Lakota

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    Anna is a modern Lakota girl living in New Jersey with her mother, father

    and little sister. She is not an ordinary girl. She has a secret she's never shared.

    Anna has the power to go back in time where she walks as a ghost among

    people long dead.

    Anna travels out west with her family and stays on Pine Ridge Reservation.

    When she uses her secret power and goes back 200 hundred years, she sees a

    Lakota boy, White Cloud, determined to travel by himself to the Badlands to

    see a vision for his future. She wonders how a ghost can protect him?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSaguaro Books, LLC
    Release dateSep 16, 2021
    ISBN9798201330866
    The Ghost at Devils Tower
    Author

    Carol Miorosco

    Carol Morosco is a retired teacher and lives with her husband in Virginia. She loves to read all different kinds of book. When it’s summertime, she likes to travel. Her favorite places to visit are the National Parks. Philomine Lakota teaches the Lakota Language and history to high school students at Red Cloud School. The children call her Uŋčí, grandmother. As a loving Elder, she guides them to the right answers and encourages them to do their best.

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      The Ghost at Devils Tower - Carol Miorosco

      Chapter 1

      Drum –Čháŋčheǧa Kabúbu

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      Ba-bum, bum. I can hear the sound of someone beating a native drum coming from the house as I walk along the sidewalk. Linda and Winnie must have gotten hold of Dad’s drum. The windows are open, and I imagine arrows flying out of them, aimed at me. Zip, zip, zip. The arrows bring me to my knees. I drop my school backpack.

      Mom opens the front door. Anna, what are you doing out there?

      I don’t tell her I had been imagining arrows knocking me down. She always says I let my imagination run away with me.

      Uh, nothing. Just dropped my backpack.

      Well, pick it up and come in. I need to run over to the nursery to check some orders. I’ve been waiting for you to come home to watch Linda and Winnie.

      Oh, great, I wasn’t planning on babysitting this afternoon.

      Mom and Dad own Čhetáŋ’s Nursery and Garden Center. Well, really Mom owns it and Dad does the ordering and works on the books. He also teaches a course called Native American Studies at the community college.

      We are Native Americans. Lakota to be exact. We live in New Jersey, far from where our ancestors, who lived on the Great Plains. I am the oldest and my sister, Linda, is five. My mom and dad, Maisie and Oren, are proud Native Americans and they want Linda and me to feel the same way. Linda is clueless about most things. I guess that’s because she’s only five. And me, I’m OK about being Native. I just don’t feel the need to tell everyone about it. I want to be a regular American kid with skinny jeans and my own phone.

      I walk into the living room. Linda and Winnie are still banging on the drum.

      Come on, girls, tone it down, I say. Of course, they don’t listen to me.

      Linda giggles and plays louder. Winnie gives me her squinty glare, which is really something to see. She narrows her eyes to slits, pulls down her mouth, and stares at me. I call this her snake-eye look. It’s really scary, considering she’s only eight and she can make herself look very mean.

      Winnie Sandoz and her father, Vernon, are staying with us for a few days. Mr. Sandoz is meeting with my father. He wants my dad to go to South Dakota and teach a summer course at Oglala Lakota College. Winnie and her dad are Lakota natives, the same as us.

      Dad says there are over 550 different Native American tribes living all over the country. Last summer, our whole family went out west on vacation. It was very cool. We saw clay houses where natives lived thousands of years ago and homes built into the sides of cliffs. I guess natives have lived here longer than anybody.

      This summer we’re staying at home and I have big plans with my best friend, Liz.

      Anna, I’ll be back in about an hour, explains Mom. Give the girls some fruit if they ask for a snack. She grabs her purse and heads for the door.

      OK, I say.

      Linda and Winnie huddle together on the sofa. They are not drumming now. They are whispering to each other. Not a good sign.

      You heard what Mom said, I remind them. Fruit for a snack.

      Linda smiles. Winnie shoots me her snake-eye look. I can’t wait for her to go home. It won’t be long now, I think.

      I go to my room, drop my backpack and flop on my bed. Tomorrow is the last day of school and I can’t wait. Liz and I have planned out our whole summer. I’m finally going to get a phone of my own.

      Last year, I was hoping to get a phone for my birthday. I certainly dropped enough hints about wanting one. Did I get one? Nope. Instead, my mom gave me an antique stone bracelet that had been handed down from mother to daughter for centuries. It has a chipped stone on it and looks ancient. Not shiny and modern, like a new phone.

      On my birthday, Mom, Dad, and Linda came into my room, sang to me, and handed me the wrapped present with big smiles on their faces. I was still hoping the box contained a phone. After I opened it, I forced myself to give a big smile.

      I said, Wow. This is great.

      I thought, where is my phone?

      Now, though, I have a great plan. I’ll have a phone by the end of the summer. Liz’s mom owns a dog walking business. She said she would pay Liz and me to walk the dogs in the morning. She would do the afternoon and evening. I told my dad about the job. I mentioned I would have enough money to buy a phone.

      He smiled. You do realize, Anna, that it’s not just the phone you have to pay for. There will be monthly charges too.

      Talk about a kick in the stomach. I do. And I’ve planned to pay for those.

      I didn’t have a plan, but I’d worry about that later. I did have one concern. It was about Liz.

      Anna, let’s walk the dogs past Jason’s house, said Liz.

      Why? That’s four blocks extra.

      I think he’s cute, answered Liz.

      Now, anyone who met Jason would wonder about Liz. Jason is in my history class. He slouches in his seat and puts his feet in the aisle so no one can get past. You have to walk down another aisle and approach your desk from the back of the room. His hair covers his face. I wonder what’s under there. He coughs loudly whenever anyone answers a question. He says he has allergies when the teachers tell him to stop.

      Liz is my best friend, though and she helped me get this job. If she wants to walk past his house every day, we’ll walk past his house every day. Maybe he’ll cough out the window at us. I don’t care. I’m getting my own phone. Liz and I also plan on going to the community pool every day after walking the dogs. It’s going to be the best summer ever,

      Bang, Bang, Earth to Anna. Something is happening downstairs. I jump off the bed and run down. No one is in the living room. Another bang in the kitchen. I walk in to see an overturned chair on the floor. Winnie is helping Linda up.

      What’s going on here? I ask. As if I didn’t know they were doing something not permitted by Mom.

      We were trying to get the chips down from the cupboard, says honest Linda.

      I think we were looking for fruit, chimes in Winnie. She elbows Linda.

      Yeah, right, I answer. That’s where everyone keeps the fruit. Try the refrigerator.

      Winnie gives me her snake eyes. Just then, the front door bangs open. Mom’s back but not the happy, relaxed Mom who left the house. I can tell something is wrong.

      Mom sits down at the kitchen table. Winnie, girls come sit.

      Uh-oh, I think. Here comes some bad news. We sit down, and Mom reaches for Winnie’s hands.

      Winnie, I just got a call about your grandma, says Mom.

      Winnie starts to breathe hard. Her hands are shaking.

      She’s had a fall and is in the hospital, explains Mom. She’s going to be OK but she will have to stay in the hospital for a few days. Your dad’s making plans right now to return home.

      Is it my grandma’s bad leg? She broke it once before. It’s very weak. She has trouble walking on it and needs a cane.

      I’m not sure, honey, replies Mom. Your dad will be here soon and will explain everything to you.

      I ask, Should we help Winnie pack up?

      Mom answers, "Winnie will be staying with us while her dad gets everything settled back home. He’s flying out tonight.

      Girls, we’ll be taking Winnie back home in that your Dad will be going out there anyway to teach at the Lakota College.

      Mom reaches over and gives Winnie a hug.

      Then, my summer plans go up in native smoke. I want to scream.

      I slouch in my chair and start to cough.

      Chapter 2

      Grandma – Uŋčí

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      I can’t believe my luck. Here it is the last day of school and I should be celebrating with Liz and my friends. Instead, I had to tell Liz all our plans are off. I can’t walk the dogs with her. I won’t earn any money. I still won’t have a phone. She’ll ask another girl to dog walk with her. I’ll probably lose a best friend too. Can life get any worse?

      At home, Linda’s hopping around doing a native dance. She’s so happy Winnie is staying with us. She can’t wait to go out west to see Winnie’s home. All I’ve heard since Winnie came to visit is how beautiful her home is, how wonderful her pool is, how many toys and electronics fill her bedroom and how she has everything we don’t have. She tells us every day.

      Linda says, Winnie lives in a mansion. Winnie is rich.

      I’m sick of hearing about Winnie. She isn’t nice to me.

      One time,

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