Caves, Cannons and Crinolines
No matter where they live, people have the same needs: love, peace and security.
In May of 1863, fourteen-year-old Elizabeth (Lizzie) Stamford decides to enlist in the Confederate Army. Two incidents trigger her decision. First, for months General Ulysses S. Grant and his Federal troops have been shelling Vicksburg, Mississippi. To control Vicksburg is to control the Mississippi River. Now, Vicksburg is under siege, cut off from the rest of the world.
Caves, Cannons and Crinolines is the story of Elizabeth (Lizzie) Stamford and her family's daily struggle to survive a changing way of life during the American Civil War. This is a story of fear, courage, and understanding that people, no matter where they live, have the same needs: love, peace and security.
Gold Winner Children's Literary Classics YA Fiction 2012
Finalist Eric Hoffer YA 2012
Honor Reader's Favorite YA Fiction 2012
Next Generation Indie Book Award 2011
Finalist Global eBook Award Teen 2011
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I turned to Nat, crouched beside me without the mouth of the cave, his chin on his knees.
“What is it, Nat?”
He placed a small piece of wood in my hands. “I made this for you, Lizzie,” he said in his slow, easy way.
“My piano,” I said, surprised at the perfect details of his miniature carving, though I really shouldn’t be. Nat is good with his hands. He can turn even a boring scrap of wood into a thing of beauty. “It’s exquisite.”
He held out another carving, a boat, lik the gunboats on the Mississippi, save his had sails. “Someday I’m going to build a whle fleet and sail around the world,” he said.
I believed he would. Nat is shy and a dreamer, and others think he is slow and not quite right in the head. In fact, he is the smartest in our family. Even though he’s only twelve, two years younger than I am, he’s half a head taller. He will be a big man, like our father. I ruffled Nat’s hair, the color of the fields when the grain turns golden, the same as Papa’s and Joseph’s. Willie and I resembled Mama, our eyes the green of the forest, our hair as brown as the soil.
“Captain Nathan Stamford,” I said. “Very impressive.”
A sudden rushing sound filled the air, and Nat cringed against me, his hands over his ears. “Here comes another one,” he said softly.
A woman and her two children darted to a nearby cave. All up and down the bluffs, men, women, and little ones ducked for cover. A shell exploded, sending a flame of fire to earth directly in front of us.