Lynne Banks Reid

Uprooted - A Canadian War Story


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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2014

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      Copyright © Lynne Reid Banks 2014

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      Lynne Reid Banks asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

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      Source ISBN: 9780007589432

      Ebook Edition © 2014 ISBN: 9780007589449

      Version: 2014-07-21

       To Glady who read and liked it first.

       To ‘Cameron’ who wouldn’t read it at all!

       And in memory of ‘Alex’ – Pat Reid Banks, my mother.

      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

       Dedication

      Prologue

      Chapter One: The Voyage

      Chapter Two: Montreal

       Chapter Seven: Willie and the Crescent Club

       Chapter Eight: Fall (OK, Cameron – Autumn)

       Chapter Nine: Snow

       Chapter Ten: Changes

       Chapter Eleven: Across the Tracks

       Chapter Twelve: Our New Life

       Chapter Thirteen: The End of Winter

       Chapter Fourteen: Penny Wise and Other Dramas

       Chapter Fifteen: New York, New York!

       Chapter Sixteen: Fairyland

       Chapter Seventeen: Back to the Real World

       Chapter Eighteen: All Change

       Chapter Nineteen: Worries

       Chapter Twenty: Emma Lake

       Chapter Twenty-one: Wooding

       Chapter Twenty-two: Music Hath Charms (Even For Me)

       Chapter Twenty-three: Laddie’s Adventure

       Chapter Twenty-four: The Menace Returns

       Chapter Twenty-five: The Muskeg

       Chapter Twenty-six: Bad News

       Chapter Twenty-seven: Cameron’s Adventure

       Chapter Twenty-eight: Benjy

       Postscript

       Also by Lynne Reid Banks

       About the Publisher

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      Our families travelled to Liverpool from London, where I lived, and Cheltenham, where Cameron lived, to see us off.

      My mother and father, two aunties, an uncle – even Grampy, our mothers’ father, made the journey, although Grampy was old and not well, but he would come. And Shott, his dog. He wouldn’t leave Shott behind in case he got bombed.

      Travelling by train was crowded and very uncomfortable in wartime, with all the soldiers and people being moved around the country on war work. But Shott was popular. Grampy had to stop the soldiers feeding him. I’d never liked him much – he sometimes growled and even snapped – but now, for some reason, I wanted him on my knee. I stroked and stroked his curly fur and for once he let me. He was quivering. Dogs sense things. And there was a lot to sense. The whole carriage was crackling with feelings.

      Cameron kept looking at Shott, but he didn’t touch him. I didn’t always know what Cameron was thinking because he kept his feelings shut in. But I knew then – he was thinking of Bubbles, his dog. The ‘Bulgarian bulldog’. Leaving Bubbles must have been awful. Not as bad as leaving both his parents, but awful just the same.

      I kept my eyes down a lot of the way. I didn’t want to look at my beautiful daddy, grim-faced, holding my mother’s hand. Hardly talking. Or at my Auntie Millie, Cameron’s mother, keeping Cameron close to her. Uncle Jack, reading a medical journal. And Grampy. He only spoke to Shott. I think he was struggling not to cry. My mother was his favourite, and she was going away.

      Mummy didn’t say much, either, except to ask me every now and then if I was all right, if I wanted anything. Only the aunts chatted, brightly, trying to keep up our spirits. Auntie Millie, who was the liveliest of us all and could always cheer us up, had her work cut out this time. Mummy, Cameron and I were going to get on a ship and sail far away. Who knew when, if ever, we’d all be together again?

      I didn’t know how I felt. I think I just didn’t know how to feel. There was too much feeling all around me. If I thought anything on that long train journey, it was, I wish this was over. I wish we could be on the ship. Did I not mind leaving Daddy, leaving the aunts, leaving England? I couldn’t get to grips with that. I had Mummy. I had Cameron – though not then; he just sat by the window watching England go by. Auntie’s arm was round his shoulders but once I saw him twitch as if he simply wanted to be left alone.

      At Liverpool docks, I remember standing there with them all around us. The ship’s great side – grey, dotted with portholes