Hymn #23: All Creatures of our God and King

Lyrics: St. Francis of Assisi, Canticle of the Sun: translated by William Draper.

Music: LASST UNS ERFREUEN (German hymn tune); harmony by Ralph Vaughan Williams.

Theme:

Praise him, sun and moon,
praise him, all you shining stars.
Praise him, you highest heavens
and you waters above the skies.
Let them praise the name of the LORD,
for he commanded and they were created.
He set them in place for ever and ever;
he gave a decree that will never pass away.
Praise the LORD from the earth,
you great sea creatures and all ocean depths,
lightning and hail, snow and clouds,
stormy winds that do his bidding,
you mountains and all hills,
fruit trees and all cedars,
wild animals and all cattle,
small creatures and flying birds,
kings of the earth and all nations,
you princes and all rulers on earth,
young men and maidens,
old men and children.
Let them praise the name of the LORD,
for his name alone is exalted;
his splendor is above the earth and the heavens.
Psalm 148:3-13

By the way if you’ve never seen the Franco Zeffirelli film biography of St. Francis called Brother Sun, Sister Moon, I recomend it. I saw that movie when I was a teen, and I was so impressed. I taught myself to play Brother Francis’s theme song from the film on my flute.

Such lovely filmography, and a beautiful song. I’m also quite fond of All Creatures.

Brenda: “Spent many an Easter morning singing this one. Reminds me of the Resurrection!”

Jennifer, Snapshot: “In the hymnal that we use in our Bible Study Fellowship’s leadership group, there’s a verse that I don’t often see in hymnals (or online), and I love it. I’d love it to be sung at my funeral. It’s verse 6 of 7 that is listed.”

Roger Mugs: “Moon, sun, fire. All of these things have been worshiped themselves in the past and very very wrongfully. Why worship the creation when you could worship the creator? Not everyone understood the creator I suppose.
But how right it then seemed that Francis of Assisi would then turn and write this song. Saying basically, “Look, even those things you worship give their worship to our God and King.”

All creatures of our God and King,
lift up your voices, let us sing:
Alleluia, alleluia!
Thou burning sun with golden beam,
thou silver moon with softer gleam,
Refrain:
O praise him, O praise him,
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!

Thou rushing wind that art so strong,
ye clouds that sail in heaven along,
O praise him, Alleluia!
Thou rising morn, in praise rejoice,
ye lights of evening, find a voice,
Refrain

Thou flowing water, pure and clear,
make music for thy Lord to hear,
Alleluia, alleluia!
Thou fire so masterful and bright,
that givest man both warmth and light,
Refrain

Dear mother earth, who day by day
unfoldest blessings on our way,
O praise him, Alleluia!
The flowers and fruits that in thee grow,
let them his glory also show:
Refrain

And all ye men of tender heart,
forgiving others, take your part,
O sing ye! Alleluia!
Ye who long pain and sorrow bear,
praise God and on him cast your care:
Refrain

And thou, most kind and gentle death,
waiting to hush our latest breath,
O praise him, Alleluia!
Thou leadest home the child of God,
and Christ our Lord the way hath trod:
Refrain

Let all things their Creator bless,
and worship him in humbleness,
O praise him, Alleluia!
Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son,
and praise the Spirit, Three in One:
O praise ye! O praise ye!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

Congregations can add the Doxology to All Creatures, same tune, thus:

Praise God from whom all blessings flow!
Praise Him all creatures here below!
O praise him, Alleluia!
Praise Him above ye heavenly host!
Praise Father, SOn, and Holy Ghost!
O praise ye! O praise ye!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

David Crowder Band:

Links and Thinks: Worth Reading

Benjamin Netanyahu’s UN Speech, September 24, 2009: “But to those who gave this Holocaust-denier a hearing, I say on behalf of my people, the Jewish people, and decent people everywhere: Have you no shame? Have you no decency? A mere six decades after the Holocaust, you give legitimacy to a man who denies that the murder of six million Jews took place and pledges to wipe out the Jewish state. What a disgrace! What a mockery of the charter of the United Nations!”

Wilder Women by Judith Thurman in The New Yorker. (HT: Mental Multivitamin) Rose Lane Wilder and her more famous mother Laura Ingalls WIlder don’t sound as if they were very happy people in this article, but maybe it’s Ms. Thurman who doesn’t like their politics and way of life.

Perhaps the Wilders just should have been born later so that they could enjoy all the wonderful media tools of the twenty first century, such as Twitter. In this youtube video, evangelist Louie Giglio apologizes to Twitterers everywhere for his former disparaging remarks about Twitter. I’m still at a loss as to what in the world Twitter is good for??? But if Mr. Giglio now repents of his disdain for it, maybe I should give it another look? (Nah, blogging takes up enough of my time and energy.)

Poetry Friday: Parody

Today is the birthdate of Felicia Dorothea Hemans, born in 1793. She wrote at least one well known poem, Casabianca, based on an historical incident: “Young Casabianca, a boy about thirteen years old, son of the admiral of the Orient, remained at his post (in the Battle of the Nile), after the ship had taken fire, and all the guns had been abandoned; and perished in the explosion of the vessel, when the flames had reached the powder.”

180px-AboukirThe boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle’s wreck
Shone round him o’er the dead.

Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though child-like form.

The flames rolled on–he would not go
Without his Father’s word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.

He called aloud–’say, Father, say
If yet my task is done?’
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.

‘Speak, father!’ once again he cried,
‘If I may yet be gone!’
And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.

Read the rest of the poem, including the tragic ending.

Ms. Hemans’ poem has been remembered so long mainly because of its parodists:

The_Battle_of_the_NileThe boy stood on the burning deck,
The flames ’round him did roar;
He found a bar of Ivory Soap
And washed himself ashore.

The boy stood on the burning deck
Eating peanuts by the peck;
His father called, he would not go
Because he loved those peanuts so.

The boy stood on the burning duck
A stupid thing to do
Because the duck was roasting
On the barbecue.

The boy stood on the burning deck
Playing a game of cricket,
The ball flew down his trouser leg
And hit his middle wicket.

The boy stood on the burning deck,
His heart was a all a-twitter,
He stood ’till he could stand no more,
And became a crispy critter.

Spike Milligan:
The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled –
The twit!

The two paintings of the Battle of the Nile are by George Arnaud or Arnold(?).

Poetry Friday is hosted today by author Susan Taylor Brown.

Hymn #24: In the Garden

Lyrics: C. Austin Miles, 1912.

Music: C. Austin Miles, 1912.

Theme: When she had said this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, and did not know that it was Jesus.
Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?” Supposing Him to be the gardener, she said to Him, “Sir, if you have carried Him away, tell me where you have laid Him, and I will take Him away.”
Jesus said to her, “Mary!” She turned and said to Him in Hebrew, “Rabboni!” (which means, Teacher).
John 20:14-16.

The story of the writing of this hymn.

Jennifer, Snapshot: “I help with our church’s nursing home service and the oldtimers love this one, so it’s become one of my favorites too.”

John MacArthur: “Those lyrics say nothing of any real substance, and what they do say is not particularly Christian. It’s a mawkish little rhyme about someone’s personal experience and feelings. Whereas the classic hymns sought to glorify God, gospel songs like “In the Garden” were glorifying raw sentimentality.”

Brenda: “I love the vision this hymn brings to my mind, a little glimpse of Heaven as well as bringing peace to troubled souls.”

Joseph Holbrook, Jr.: “America’s all-time religious favorite, ‘In the Garden,’ has done the worst in fostering the I-me-myself version of Protestantism in our country.”

Cecelia: “This was one of my beloved Grammy’s favorite hyms and I love knowing that God will walk and talk with me, calling me His own!”

Nothing like a little controversy to liven up this hymn countdown. I won’t say which side I lean toward, but I will say that a little sentimentality never hurt anyone.

I come to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the roses,
And the voice I hear,
Falling on my ear,
The Son of God discloses.

Refrain:
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody
That He gave to me,
Within my heart is ringing.

I’d stay in the garden with Him,
Tho’ night around me be falling,
But He bids me go;
Thro’ the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.

Read Aloud Thursday: From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler by E.L. Konigsberg

Z-Baby (8) can’t read very well yet. She reads, but not well enough to enjoy reading the stories that are appropriate for her maturity and intellectual level. We do read to her, but we can’t read to her all day long. So, she has discovered the joy of recorded books. When she’s not doing school or something else that I ask her to do, while she’s playing Barbies and other eight year old games, she’s listening to a book on CD. And she listens to them over and over again. Right now the favorite is the Newbery-award winning book, From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. For today’s Read Aloud Thursday, I present an interview with Z-baby on her favorite listening experience. FYI, the story is about a brother and sister, Jamie and Claudia, who run away from home and hide out in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. While there, they try to solve a mystery concerning Michaelangelo and a small statue.

How many times have you listened to From the Mixed-Up Files?
Z: I’ve listened to it whole twice. Parts, three times. I’m listening to it again today.
(Editors’s note: It’s been more like ten or twelve times at least. Z-baby isn’t very good at estimating.)

What do you like about the story?
Z: I don’t know. It’s just interesting. First of all, I like it when stories are really long.

Who’s your favorite–Jamie or Claudia?
Z: Jamie, because he’s funny. My favorite part is when Jamie says, ” You said it. You said it.”

Why does Claudia pick Jamie to run away with?
Z: Because he can keep quiet, and he’s rich. And he has a radio.

Why does Claudia enjoy planning?
Z; Because it’s a secret. And it’s fun to keep secrets.

How do you think Mr. and Mrs. Kincaid felt when Claudia and Jamie ran away?
Z: Worried. Scared.

Would you like staying in the Metropolitan Museum? What would you like to see there? What section of the museum would you like to explore?
Z: Yes. I would want to see all the paintings by Leonardo da VInci.
(At this point in the interview, Betsy-Bee horned in even though Z-baby was insisting that this was her book interview.)
Betsy-Bee (10): I would want to go around and look at everything, not just stand and look at one thing.

How do Claudia and Jamie get more money?
Z: They took a bath in the fountain, and people tossed change in the fountain. They could find the coins and get more money.
BB: I didn’t hear that part.

What do you think Claudia was running away from?
Z: She wanted them to appreciate her. She didn’t feel bad exactly; she just wanted her family to think she was special.

She said she wanted to go back home “different.” How did she want to be different?
Z: She wanted to be a heroine.

What is a heroine?
Z: A hero
BB: It’s a girl hero.
Z: Sometimes it’s a person who saves people.
BB: It can be a hero that is nice to someone.
Z: Or it can be somebody who does something special and good. Or does something important.

Claudia says, “When you hug someone, you learn something else about them. An important something else.” What do you think she means?
Z: She means you just get to know them.
BB: When you hug someone, you get to know them, and they’ll like you. You get to know them better because they’re happy, and they’ll tell you more things, I guess.

Why do Mrs. Frankweiler and the children get along so well?
Z: Because both of them have secrets.
BB: Because I think that they were happy that she had a sketch of the angel, and that was her secret. They might have been scared of her, but then they shared a secret.

What would you say to make other kids want to read this book?
Z: I would say that it’s very interesting and exciting. It just has a lot of meaning. When it starts out, you might not think so, but it really is interesting.
BB: But a little word of advice, don’t listen to it over and over again because your family might get tired of it.

HT to Scholastic’s Discussion guide for some of the questions used here.

Hymn #25: Blessed Assurance

Lyrics: Fanny Crosby, 1873.

Music: Phoebe Knapp, 1873. Mrs. Knapp was the wife of Joseph Knapp, founder of the Metropolitan Life Insurance Company.

Theme: Let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water. Hebrews 10:22.

Crosby was visiting her friend Phoebe Knapp as the Knapp home was having a large pipe organ installed. The organ was incomplete so, using the piano, Mrs. Knapp played a new melody she had just composed called “Assurance”. “What do you think the tune says?” asked Knapp.
“Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine”, answered Fanny Crosby.

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

Refrain:
This is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long;
this is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long.

Perfect submission, perfect delight!
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
Angels descending bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Perfect submission, all is at rest!
I in my Savior am happy and blest,
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with his goodness, lost in His love.

This hymn marks Ms. Crosby’s fifth and final appearance on this list. Other Top 100 Hymns by Fanny Crosby are:

To God Be the Glory
Redeemed How I Love to Proclaim It
All the Way My Saviour Leads Me
Tell Me the Story of Jesus

More about Fanny Crosby.
More about Phoebe Knapp.
Lifespring Hymn Stories: Blessed Assurance.

Picture Book Preschool Book of the Week: Week 40

Williams, Vera B. Three Days on a River in the Red Canoe. Greenwillow, 1981. A Picture Book Preschool selection.

Picture Book Preschool is a preschool/kindergarten curriculum which consists of a list of picture books to read aloud for each week of the year and a character trait, a memory verse, and activities, all tied to the theme for the week. You can purchase a downloadable version (pdf file) of Picture Book Preschool by Sherry Early at Biblioguides.

Preschoolers and water . . . what a great combination! For this week (week 40) in my curriculum book Picture Book Preschool, the theme is Boats, Rivers, and Bridges. There are so many projects that can go with this theme:
Sail paper boats in the bathtub or somewhere else.

Build a bridge out of popsicle sticks or paper or cardboard or blocks.
Go for a boat ride.
Play PoohSticks.
Make a town in the sandbox or in the dirt and flood it. (Engineer Husband used do this in his backyard repeatedly.)

And one of the books listed in the curriculum for this week is Three Days on a River in a Red Canoe by Vera B. Williams. The book tells the story of a girl, her mom, Aunt Rosie, and Cousin Sam who go together on a weekend canoeing and camping trip. The four adventurers cook outdoors (recipes included), canoe in the rain, catch fish, fall into the river, and have an all-around good time.

I got the book out for this post, and Brown Bear Daughter (14) exclaimed, “Oh, I love that book! That’s one of my favorite books!” Karate Kid (12) has been in canoeing classes for about three years now, and I would say that the book gives a fairly good picture of what a novice canoeist would encounter and enjoy. However, the creek that Karate Kid and his friends paddle in is much nastier than the one in the book. Which is one reason I read about canoeing and KK does it.

Wednesday’s Whatever: Perelandra and Truth

Jeanne Damoff, one of the writers at the blog The Master’s Artist, writes about how C.S. Lewis’s Perelandra “Can Powerfully Inform the Practical Application of Truth.”

Part 1: “The plot basically answers this question: “What would happen if God created reasoning beings on another planet and gave them the same opportunity Adam and Eve had in the garden?” Except, in this case, The Fall has already happened on Earth, The Cross stands as a turning point not only in our world but in all the cosmos, and Satan (The Bent One) is determined to thwart God’s desire to establish perfection and experience unhindered fellowship in a new world.”

Part 2 (aka The Post I Do Not Want To Write):As far as I can tell, same-sex marriage is as much a threat to the traditional family as drinking bleach is a threat to water. God forbids practicing homosexuality for one reason only: because it destroys the homosexual. Our perspective is all askew. We ask how a loving God could condemn any, when we should be asking how a just God can save any. We live as though the world is our playground and God is supposed to bring the snacks, when in reality we were created by and for His glory and pleasure. We make life about us, when it’s about Him.

God is good in what He forbids. That is what the church should be saying. That is what I should be saying. But apparently we don’t believe it.”

You really should read both parts of Ms. Damoff’s post before you read what I have to say. Maybe you should read Perelandra, too

So, I’m asking myself today: do I believe it? Do I believe that homosexual behavior and gossip and hatefulness and sexual immorality and gluttony and materialism and that other stuff God forbids are all really, really evil and destructive both to the sinner and to the society in which he lives? If I do, why do I keep on doing some of those things? And why do I look the other way and smile ruefully when people I love and care for do them?

And why am I afraid to yell, “Poison!” when I see these things condoned and presented as harmless in the context of children’s and young adult literature. I’m afraid to yell, afraid to even whisper, because someone will accuse me of being homophobic when I say that we ought not be giving books to our young people that present homosexuality as an acceptable lifestyle. (And those young people ought to throw them back in our faces when we do.) I’m afraid of being called elitist if I complain that Gossip Girls and other bitchy teenage books marketed to teen girls are teaching them that it’s OK to live self-centered, malicious lives, that they can live that way and still avoid the tragedy of broken relationships. I’m afraid that when I call it like I see it and say that these two young people who are having sex outside of marriage in the latest YA bestseller should be headed for disaster, according to all the statistics and according to God’s Word, I’ll be called a prude or a book banner or an old lady who just doesn’t understand the beauty of the writing in this bodice ripper or that scifi macho potboiler.

Who am I to say what someone else should read? Nobody, really, just a blogger and a Christian and a reader. And one who has her own struggles with malice and envy and a multitude of other sins, sins that but for the grace of God would destroy me and mine just as surely as other sins, to which I am, thankfully, not tempted, destroy the lives of other people. But when authors lie and say that black is white and evil is good and that a little bit of sin won’t hurt you, shouldn’t I say something, even if it gets me banned from the next BBAW or from the lit blogosphere in general? We’re talking about real lives here. Kids and adults are reading books that say things that are untrue and harmful, and I’m not even trying to have the poison in these books taken off the market or banned in Boston; I just feel called to warn some of those who are headed for a cliff (to mix my metaphors unmercifully) that “something wicked this way comes.”

God forgive me. When I care more about the opinions of people I’ve never met and may never meet than I do about the Truth, I am a coward of the worst sort. I may get banned in Boston myself, or at least not read, but God help me, I will tell the truth about the books that I review. Because GOD IS GOOD all the time, in what He forbids as well as in what He affirms, in His justice and in His love. And I am being a disciple of Christ when I call evil what He calls evil and good what He says is good.

Now go out and get you copies of C.S. Lewis’s space trilogy, especially books two and three, Perelandra and That Hideous Strength, and read some True stories. Amazing stuff.

Hymn #26: Beneath the Cross of Jesus

Lyrics: Elizabeth C. Clephane, 1868.

Music: ST CHRISTOPHER, Frederick C. Maker.

Theme: May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world. Galatians 6:14.

Elizabeth Cecelia Douglas Clephane was one of three sisters living in Melrose, Scotland in the mid-1800’s. She wrote several poems, but Beneath the Cross of Jesus was written only one year before Ms. Clephane’s death in 1869 at the age of thirty-nine. It was published, posthumously, three years later.

1. Beneath the cross of Jesus
I fain would take my stand,
the shadow of a mighty rock
within a weary land;
a home within the wilderness,
a rest upon the way,
from the burning of the noontide heat,
and the burden of the day.

2. There lies beneath its shadow,
but on the farther side,
the darkness of an open grave
that gapes both deep and wide;
and there between us stands the cross,
two arms outstretched to save,
like a watchman to guard the way
from that eternal grave.

3. O safe and happy shelter,
O refuge tried and sweet,
O trysting place where heaven’s love
And heaven’s justice meet!
As to the holy patriarch
That wondrous dream was giv’n,
So seems my Savior’s cross to me,
A ladder up to heav’n.

4. Upon that cross of Jesus
mine eye at times can see
the very dying form of One
who suffered there for me;
and from my stricken heart with tears
two wonders I confess:
the wonders of redeeming love
and my unworthiness.

5. I take, O cross, thy shadow
for my abiding place;
I ask no other sunshine than
the sunshine of his face;
content to let the world go by,
to know no gain nor loss,
my sinful self my only shame,
my glory all the cross.

The reference to:
“the mighty Rock” and “a weary land” is taken from Isaiah 32:2.
“home within the wilderness” is taken from Jeremiah 9:2.
“rest upon the way” is taken from Isaiah 28:12.
“noontide heat” is taken from Isaiah 4:6.
“watchman to guard the way” is taken from Ezekiel 33:6-7.
“burden of the day” is taken from Matthew 11:30.
“a ladder up to heav’n” is taken from Genesis 28:11-12.
“my glory all the cross” is taken from Galatians 6:14.

I like this poem/hymn even better with verses two and three added. The image of the cross as a watchman between me and an open grave and as a “trysting place,” not for human lovers, but where the love and the justice of God meet—those are good. I would like to find more of Ms.Clephane’s poetry, but here’s a link to the only one of her poems I can find other than today’s hymn.

The Lost Sheep, or The Ninety and Nine

Texas Tuesday: Boys and Indians

What is it about boys and Indians? Three brothers from a family I grew up with—Tommy, Barry, and Eddie—were fascinated with all things Native American. Tommy, who was my age, brought his authentic Indian headdress to school for show and tell. The boys were in Boy Scouts, and it was the Native American aspects of the scouting mythology that caught and held their attention. They took care of our school mascot, a bobcat, in their backyard, and I think it was some kind of symbol for them not only of the school but also of their Native American heritage or aspirations or something.

Fast forward to 2009, and many boys are still interested in Native American history and rituals and culture. We’re studying Texas history this year, and you can’t study Texas heritage and traditions without serving up a good dollop of Native American history, particularly the history of the Plains Indians and that of the tribes of Indians who lived along the Gulf Coast and in the Piney Woods of East Texas. And it’s necessary to discuss all sorts of sticky subjects: cultural genocide, assimilation, adaptation, revenge, war, racist attitudes and all of the baggage that goes with the complicated history of the Europeans meeting, and clashing with, the Native Americans.

Sometimes all of that is much easier to discuss in the context of fiction. Here are a few books that might be both fascinating to the boys (or even girls) in your classroom or homeschool and useful in discussing the history of AngloEuropean and Native American relations. They’re all set in or near Texas.

Comanche Song by Janice Shefelman. Set in 1840. Tsena, the sixteen year old son of a Comanche chief, longs to prove himself as a warrior, but he also supports his father’s efforts to keep peace with the Texans who are crowding into the Comanches’ hunting territories. When Tsena accompanies his father and the other chiefs to San Antonio, he survives the Council House Massacre (a real historical event) only because the white men consider him still a boy. And when Tsena escapes and rejoins his tribe, he is faced with the decision of whether to take revenge on those who have hurt him or to help those who have helped him. How can Tsena become a man and listen to the voice of his Spirit Wolf in a world that is becoming less and less hospitable to him and his tribe’s way of life? The story is informative and interesting without being culturally condescending and without changing history to make either side in this clash seem to be without fault.

Spirit of Iron by Janice Shefelman. Set in 1850. Here’s the token girl book in which fifteen year old Mina Jordan dresses up like a boy aand runs away to Comancheria (Comanche Territory) to help the Texas Rangers find her kidnapped Lipan Apache best friend, Amaya. I still say it’s a boy thing, even though I enjoyed this book and the others. I never actually wanted to BE an Indian or adopt Native American customs or anything.

The Wolf’s Tooth by G. Clifton Wisler. Set in 1858-1859. Elias Walsh isn’t excited about leaving his friends and his home in Waco to move to an isolated Indian reservation just so that his schoolteacher father can “seek out those who want to learn, help them along the path to knowledge.” As far as Elias can see, the few Indians who live on the reservation aren’t too interested in learning or knowledge, just survival. And Thomas Three Feathers, the family’s Tonkawa interpreter and boarder, is strange and stand-offish. Then, the boys go out together to hunt the wolf that has been menacing the community, and Elias is forced to grow up fast.

Buffalo Moon by G. Clifton Wisler. Set in 1859-1860. Fourteen year old Willie Delamer doesn’t want to leave his ranch home in Texas to go to school in New Orleans. He’s sure that he knows all he needs to know, or if he doesn’t, the learning he needs isn’t to be found in a city school. So Willie runs away with his pony across the Brazos River into Indian country. As he lives with the Indians that his father has worked hard to respect and gain respect from, Willie becomes a man while learning to hunt buffalo, wrestle, race horses and make peace with his enemies. The sequel to this book is Thunder on the Tennessee, about Willie Delamer’s adventures during the Civil War as the now fifteen year old fights for Texas and the Confederacy.

Winter of the Wolf by G. Clifton Wisler. Set during the Civil War in 1864. The summer of T.J.’s fifteenth year, his father and his two older brothers ride off to fight the Yankees with Texas General John Bell Hood. T.J. must become the man of the family, and when a huge and seemingly invincible wolf threatens the livestock and the livelihood of the family, T.J. enlists the help of his Comanche friend, Yellow Feather, and the two of them set out to kill the Demon Wolf. The is one is so similar to The Wolf’s Tooth that it makes me think that Mr. Wisler is not above recycling plots. However, if you like one, you’ll probably like it recycled, too, with names changed to protect.