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  Praise for the Works of Lois Walfrid Johnson

  Intertwining fictional characters with real-life people and critical moments in American history, Lois Walfrid Johnson creates novels certain to catch the attention of readers, and then leaves them wanting to read and learn more. Johnson does an incredible job of bringing us into the lives of the American people in 1857. These adventure-filled, educational books should be read by youth everywhere.

  —BILL INGEBRIGTSEN, Minnesota State Senator, former Douglas County Sheriff

  Lois Walfrid Johnson writes stories kids love. When they were young, my daughters read her Freedom Seekers books, and really enjoyed them. These are stories that not only entertain, but call children to conviction, courage, and Christ-centered living. I highly recommend Lois and these excellent books.

  —RANDY ALCORN, New York Times bestselling author of forty books including Heaven

  I’ve used Escape into the Night in my classroom for many years and am thrilled to see the new Freedom Seekers edition coming out with study guides. My students have always enjoyed the well-developed characters and engaging storylines. As a teacher I have appreciated the historical accuracy and timeless spiritual truths.

  —JOCELYN ANDERSON, teacher, Our Redeemer’s Christian School, Minot, ND

  It’s difficult to find a series of books written for a variety of age groups with both boys and girls and yet remain historically accurate. Mrs. Johnson has succeeded in doing so in the Freedom Seekers series. Set in a geographic area that runs north and south, she describes weather conditions and topographical features that impacted the daring adventures of the main characters, their clothing, and even their food.

  While developing the character of Peter, Mrs. Johnson visited with students at the Illinois School for the Deaf, including students in my classroom. We compared and contrasted the life of Peter to their lives. After all, Peter could have stood in our classroom! Often a child becomes a lifelong reader, simply because they relate to a character in a book. My students related to Peter, not only because he was deaf, but because he had so much more in common with them.

  —KATHLEEN COOK, teacher, Illinois School for the Deaf, Jacksonville, IL

  I want to thank you on behalf of my class and their families for your wonderful books. I teach a reading class at a homeschool co-op in Washington State. I can’t count how many times the parents of my students have thanked me for the class and told me that their child never enjoyed reading like they do now. They have to hold their children back from reading ahead of the others! So many families who are not in my class have begun to read your books. We may have started an epidemic, and one that I am happy to be a part of!

  I hope you have more books on the horizon. Your fans here in Gig Harbor, Washington, will be on the lookout for them!

  —MARYANN KING, homeschool co-op teacher, Washington State

  Your books have encouraged me in trusting in God more and more. Your characters, especially Libby Norstad, Caleb Whitney, and Jordan Parker, sound just so realistic! I sometimes wish that they were real!!!!!! I like how you introduced a new character [Peter] in the fourth book. It kept the story even more exciting than it is!

  —S., young reader, Texas

  After I read one of your books I often end up asking myself, Would I have helped slaves or not? I have come up with an answer. I would help them because all people are equal and have the right to be free in the sight of God.

  —C. B., young reader, Kentucky

  We love how you incorporate biblical principles into your stories. When Caleb trusts God and Libby struggles in the same areas we do, it shows us that through God we can overcome every obstacle, because He is our light and our salvation.

  —C. FAMILY, Ohio

  Other Titles by Lois Walfrid Johnson

  The Freedom Seekers

  1. Escape into the Night

  2. Race for Freedom

  3. Midnight Rescue

  4. The Swindler’s Treasure

  5. Mysterious Signal

  6. The Fiddler’s Secret

  Adventures of the Northwoods

  1. The Disappearing Stranger

  2. The Hidden Message

  3. The Creeping Shadows

  4. The Vanishing Footprints

  5. Trouble at Wild River

  6. The Mysterious Hideaway

  7. Grandpa’s Stolen Treasure

  8. The Runaway Clown

  9. Mystery of the Missing Map

  10. Disaster on Windy Hill

  Series also available in German and Swedish

  Viking Quest

  1. Raiders from the Sea

  2. Mystery of the Silver Coins

  3. The Invisible Friend

  4. Heart of Courage

  5. The Raider’s Promise

  Series also available in Norwegian

  Faith Girlz: Girl Talk: 52 Weekly Devotions

  Also available in in the UK

  For adults: Either Way, I Win: God’s Hope for Difficult Times

  © 2013, 1998

  LOIS WALFRID JOHNSON

  Previously published as The Riverboat Adventures Series

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission in writing from the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.

  Interior Design: Ragont Design

  Side-wheeler illustration by Toni Auble

  Map of Upper Mississippi by Meridian Mapping

  Sign language chart courtesy of the Illinois School for the Deaf, Jacksonville

  Cover Design: Brock Sharpe & Associates / Faceout Studio, Tim Green

  Cover Illustration: Odessa Sawyer

  978-0-8024-0721-4- Printed by Bethany Press in Bloomington, MN – 07/13

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Johnson, Lois Walfrid.

  The fiddler’s secret / by Lois Walfrid Johnson.

  p. cm. (The freedom seekers; #6)

  ISBN 978-0-8024-0721-4

  [1. Underground railroad—Juvenile fiction. 2. Underground railroad—Fiction. 3. Steamboats—Fiction. 4. Violinists—Fiction. 5. Robbers and outlaws—Fiction. 6. Hungarian Americans—Fiction. 7. Christian life—Fiction. 8. Mississippi River—Fiction.]

  I. Title. II. Series: Johnson, Lois Walfrid. The freedom seekers; #6

  PZ7.J63255Fi 1998

  [Fic]—dc21 00-503893

  CIP

  We hope you enjoy this book from River North Fiction by Moody Publishers. Our goal is to provide high-quality, thought-provoking books and products that connect truth to your real needs and challenges. For more information on other books and products written and produced from a biblical perspective, go to www.moodypublishers.com or write to:

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  Printed in the United States of America

  To Justin—

  because you love

  a rescue dog as special

  as Wellington.

  Thanks for being

  an awesome Freedom Seeker!

  Harriet Bishop, Joe Rolette, James Thompson, Meriwether Lewis, William Clark, Zebulon Pike, and Dr. Horatio Newhall are historic characters who lived in the 1850s. All other characters are fictitious and spring with gratitude for life from the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. Such places as the pawnshop and the general store are also fictitious.

  In the time in which this book is set,

  African Americans were call
ed Negro,

  the Spanish word for black,

  or colored people.

  Native Americans were called Indians.

  Contents

  1. Night of Fear

  2. Secret Face

  3. Big Bullies

  4. Shadow Man!

  5. Safe and Free?

  6. Libby’s Drawing

  7. Where Is It?

  8. The Pawnshop

  9. Mr. Trouble

  10. Thieves!

  11. Riggs!

  12. Dreaded Friend

  13. Libby’s Big Fumble

  14. Danger Stranger!

  15. The Worst?

  16. Nasty Surprise

  17. Where’s Annika?

  18. Ice Storm

  19. Swede Hollow

  20. Samson Again

  21. Trapped!

  22. Eagles’ Wings

  Study Guide

  Sign Language Chart: How to Finger Spell the Alphabet

  A Few Words for Educators

  The Fiddler’s Secret Folks

  Acknowledgments

  Excerpt from Raiders from the Sea (Viking Quest)

  CHAPTER 1

  Night of Fear

  In the dark of night, Libby Norstad suddenly woke up. Where am I? She wondered as she struggled to think. What woke me?

  A dream? A nightmare? Whatever the cause, Libby shivered with fear.

  Soon after midnight her father’s steamboat had left Galena, Illinois, heading up the Mississippi River. But now Libby felt no movement, heard no engines or slap of paddle wheels against the water.

  It’s quiet. Too quiet. Even the night air felt heavy and strange.

  Then from near at hand the ship’s bell broke the silence. As rapid strokes rang out, then stopped, Libby knew it was a signal.

  What’s wrong? she wondered. What happened? Where’s Pa?

  With a trembling heart, she leaped up and changed into her dress. As she stepped onto the deck outside her room, the cold fingers of fog seemed to clutch her.

  Libby gasped. Without thinking, she stretched out her hands to feel the way. As she peered into the darkness, she could not see even eight feet ahead.

  “Pa!” she cried in terror. “Where are you?”

  Her hand against the outer wall of her room, Libby crept forward. When she reached her father’s cabin at the front of the Christina, it was empty. Feeling as if she were sleepwalking, Libby turned around and started back.

  Silly! she told herself, ashamed of her fear. I’m on my father’s boat. Why am I afraid?

  But the bell rang again, cutting through the ragged edges of her nerves. Forcing herself to be calm, she headed for the stairway.

  In the four years after her mother’s death, Libby had stayed with her aunt in a Chicago mansion. For the past five months Libby had been with her father. In that August of 1857, she was still learning to face the dangers of living on a steamboat.

  I want to be strong, she thought. But I just feel scared!

  When Libby reached the deck below, it was even darker. Usually filled with first-class passengers, the boiler deck was just above the large boilers that heated water and created steam to run the engines. With not one person in sight, the deck was strangely quiet. Libby had only one thought—to find Pa, her friend Caleb Whitney, or someone who would help her feel safe.

  Instead, Libby found the railing and followed it toward the front of the boat. Through the murky darkness she saw someone standing at the bow. Libby’s heart leaped with relief. Annika Berg!

  The young woman’s long black hair was pulled up to fall in loose curls at the back of her head. During the past week the teacher had helped Libby and her friends in a time of danger. Working with the Underground Railroad, the secret plan that helped slaves escape to freedom, Annika had given them a place to stay. In a few short days Libby had grown to love her.

  As Libby took another step, Annika heard her and turned. “Come enjoy the view with me!”

  Libby giggled. “What a view! Solid fog!” For the first time since waking up, she felt better.

  Annika stood at the railing, peering down. “I’ve been trying to see if the ropes are out. We must be tied up along the riverbank. Right?”

  Libby nodded. She could barely see the line, or rope, between the boat and the small willows along the river’s west bank.

  Annika faced her. “We’re here because the pilot can’t see, your father can’t see—”

  “Yes.” Not wanting to talk about her fears, Libby tried to cut Annika off. But Libby’s thoughts leaped on. We’re here so we don’t run into a sandbar. So the sharp roots of a tree caught in the river bottom don’t pierce our hull. So we don’t run into another boat. Or another—

  “Are we far enough out of the channel?” Annika echoed Libby’s thoughts. “Could a boat crash into us?”

  Libby’s hands knotted. It was her biggest fear. If I don’t admit it, maybe it won’t happen.

  Now she wished it were Caleb talking to Annika. Though he and Libby were now the same age, Caleb would soon be fifteen. He also managed to answer questions better. A conductor for the Underground Railroad since the age of nine, Caleb had years of practice in being questioned by people not as nice as Annika.

  The teacher met Libby’s gaze. “If a captain thinks he needs to keep going—”

  The ship’s bell broke into her words. Then Libby remembered. On a steamboat tied up in fog, its crew rang the bell rapidly for five seconds out of every minute.

  When the bell was quiet, Annika waited for Libby’s answer. “The lines hold us as close to the shore as we can be without hurting the paddle wheel on this side,” she said. “We can’t get any farther out of the channel. We’re long and wide, and the stern drifts out with the current.”

  “And a boat that doesn’t wait for the fog to lift can run into us?” Annika’s blue eyes were dark with concern. “Why doesn’t your father just tell people to go on shore?”

  In that moment Libby felt impatient with Annika’s questions. Then Libby remembered that Annika was used to taking care of people—children in her classroom and fugitive slaves. Annika was used to thinking ahead.

  Just the same, Libby felt she had to defend her father. Because of her, Annika and Pa had gotten off to a bad start. I want Annika to think the best of him. To see Pa as a hero.

  “If we stay on the boat, there’s a danger that something might happen,” Libby said. “But we hope it won’t. If we go on shore in the dark, it’s pretty sure we won’t like what we find.”

  “Such as?”

  Libby shrugged. “I can’t see anything around us, I just know we’re between towns, and there are islands in the river. If a riverboat captain finds a criminal on board and it’s a long way to the next stop, the captain puts the man off on an island.”

  “Because it’s a serious crime, and the captain has no choice?” Annika asked.

  “If he knows his passengers might be harmed,” Libby said.

  Annika’s voice was filled with respect. “I had no idea a riverboat captain has to deal with all that.”

  Libby smiled. Now I’m getting somewhere, she thought smugly. I’ll make sure Annika likes Pa. But I’ll be clever this time. From past experience Libby knew she had to be careful. Annika had already made it clear that she didn’t want anyone to think she was looking for a husband.

  “I don’t know what else we’d find,” Libby went on. “Some places there would be sink-down-deep mud, reeds, and tall grasses. Maybe floating bogs. Snakes.”

  “Snakes?”

  “Copperheads. Timber rattlesnakes. This time of year, they live along the river bottoms.”

  “I see.”

  “Even in the fog.” To Libby’s surprise she already felt better. Annika could understand how Libby dreaded snakes and criminals and fog. It would be nice having her around all the time.

  Now Libby knew just what to say. “Pa is a courageous man. A riverboat captain has to be very brave …”

  Her eyes wide, Anni
ka listened.

  “And wise and good.” Libby spoke quickly to make sure she got it all in. “He cares about his passengers. That’s what makes him a good family man, a good choice for anyone who marries him.”

  Annika backed off. “Well,” she said, “as long as I know we’re in good hands, I’ll leave you now.”

  Inwardly Libby groaned. I did it again. Libby wished she could bite off her tongue.

  Instead she exclaimed, “No, don’t go!” Already the fog seemed to close around her. Having Annika there pushed aside Libby’s fear. “I’ll show you the lantern that tells other boats we’re here.”

  Together they walked along the deck closest to the river channel. As they drew near the stern, the light of the lantern welcomed them. Yet the fog seemed even thicker than before.

  “I wonder from how far away a pilot can see the light,” Annika said.

  Before she could answer, Libby heard the long, deep blast of a steamboat whistle. A whistle saying, “I’m coming! Get out of my way!”

  Like a nightmare it was—a nightmare so real that Libby trembled. As the Christina’s bell rang without stopping, Libby shouted into the fog, “Watch out! We’re here!”

  But the deep whistle sounded again, closer now. Then Libby heard the slap of paddle wheels against water. With Annika at the rail beside her, Libby peered into the night.

  Moments later a deckhand on the other boat called to his pilot. The front of the steamboat loomed up out of the fog. Frantically, Libby waved her arms. “We’re here! Watch out! We’re here!”

  Now Libby saw the railing along an upper deck, the men standing as lookouts. As a deckhand called another warning, Libby’s heart leaped with fear. “Don’t run into us!”

  But the steamboat whistle cut through her words, and Libby knew. No one can hear a word I’m saying!

  Filled with panic, she grabbed Annika’s arm and yanked her away from the railing. “Run!”

  With Annika close behind, Libby raced to the other side of the boat. When Libby dropped down on her stomach, Annika fell to the deck beside her.

  Hands over her head, face against the boards, Libby braced herself for the crash.

  In that instant of waiting, she had one thought. I don’t want anything to happen to Annika!