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    A Rebel Among Redcoats: A Revolutionary War Novel
    A Rebel Among Redcoats: A Revolutionary War Novel
    A Rebel Among Redcoats: A Revolutionary War Novel
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    A Rebel Among Redcoats: A Revolutionary War Novel

    By Jessica Gunderson and Tony Foti

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    Maggie Tinsdale dreams of one day running her family's plantation in South Carolina, but her dreams must be set aside now that the Revolutionary War has turned her world upside down. After her patriot father is taken prisoner by the British, Maggie is sent to live with her aunt, a loyalist in Charlestown. Maggie is desperate to help the American cause, but what can she do as a young rebel living among redcoats? Filled with action and drama, this historical novel shows how dare and determination were at the heart of the patriots' fight, leading them to victory.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCapstone Young Readers
    Release dateJan 7, 2015
    ISBN9781496521842
    A Rebel Among Redcoats: A Revolutionary War Novel
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    Jessica Gunderson

    Jessica Gunderson grew up in the small town of Washburn, North Dakota. She has a bachelor’s degree from the University of North Dakota and an MFA in Creative Writing from Minnesota State University, Mankato. She has written more than one hundred books for young readers. Her book President Lincoln’s Killer and the America He Left Behind won a 2018 Eureka! Nonfiction Children’s Book Silver Award. She currently lives in Madison, Wisconsin.

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      A Rebel Among Redcoats - Jessica Gunderson

      History

      Chapter 1

      The Color of the Enemy

      October, 1779

      Belle Oak Plantation, Cooper River, South Carolina

      The deep, sweet smell of the Cooper River flooded my nostrils. Home. At last I was home.

      The wagon trembled beneath me, and I clutched my seat as we turned onto a small dirt path. Before me, wide, watery rice fields stretched far as I could see.

      Look, Maggie, my father said. This is your future.

      A grander future I could never imagine, I told him. It’s good to be home.

      That morning, I’d begged to come along with him on his daily rounds of the fields. He’d been reluctant, which surprised me. I’d just returned to Belle Oak after a long summer in Charles Town,* and Father knew I was longing to see the gardens and the fields.

      Ever since I could remember, my father took me with him on his rounds of the fields. I was his only child, and my father promised I’d inherit the plantation someday, even though I was a girl.

      I wasn’t exactly a normal girl, though. I hated my daily lessons in handwriting, music, and dance. And I hated being shut up in the house, surrounded by thick walls. I’d much rather be traipsing about the plantation with my father.

      Worse, I hated the summers we spent in Charles Town. Like many other planters, we escaped the low-country summer heat and mosquitoes by moving to our city home in Charles Town. But in truth, I felt more suffocated in Charles Town than I ever would in the country humidity.

      I spent much of the summer at my Aunt Kate’s house. She made me suffer through social events and afternoon tea, determined to teach me to be a proper lady. She felt it was her responsibility. I was, as she put it, a motherless orphan.

      I’m not an orphan at all! I’d exclaim, louder than a proper lady should. I have Father.

      Aunt Kate would sigh. Exactly my point, Margaret.

      My mother died shortly after I was born, so I never knew her. Kate, my mother’s sister, was a wealthy young widow with no children of her own. We were a perfect match, or so it seemed. I loved her, I truly did, but her constant nagging was tiring.

      Last summer, I’d turned thirteen, and Aunt Kate was more persistent than ever. I spent hours in her drawing room learning to stitch and to curtsy. Like a royal lady, Kate told me.

      Royal lady? I’d spat. Soon we shall be free of the British and their royal ways!

      Kate shrugged. Dear mercy, she said, the ideas your father puts into your head!

      My father held Patriot beliefs, but Aunt Kate remained loyal to the British. She blamed the Northerners for causing a fuss. We are much better off under King George’s rule, she often said. And she always followed her words with, But ladies shouldn’t concern themselves with war.

      My only relief during those summers was my friend William, an apprentice at Thornton’s Cabinet Shop. William was my age and he never expected me to act like a lady. He spoke to me as honest as he would if I were a boy.

      Finally, after many grueling months in Charles Town, I was home at Belle Oak Plantation.

      My father had taught me the workings of a rice plantation — how the rice paddies had to be flooded and then drained. Our slave workers fought to keep birds and insects away from the fields during growing season. After harvest, the female slaves flailed, hulled, and polished the rice before packing it into barrels for shipping.

      Perhaps someday I shall grow indigo like Eliza Lucas, I told my father dreamily.

      Indigo, a plant used to dye cloth blue, was becoming a popular crop in the area, thanks to Eliza Lucas Pinckney. Eliza was only sixteen years old when she took over her father’s rice plantation. She started experimenting with other crops, until settling

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