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The Trumpet of the Swan

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239 pagine
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Pubblicato:
Mar 17, 2015
ISBN:
9780062406804
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The delightful classic by E. B. White, author of Charlotte's Web and Stuart Little, about overcoming obstacles and the joy of music. 

Now available for the first time as an ebook! Illustrations in this ebook appear in vibrant full color on a full-color device and in rich black-and-white on all other devices.

Like the rest of his family, Louis is a trumpeter swan. But unlike his four brothers and sisters, Louis can't trumpet joyfully. In fact, he can't even make a sound. And since he can't trumpet his love, the beautiful swan Serena pays absolutely no attention to him.

Louis tries everything he can think of to win Serena's affection—he even goes to school to learn to read and write. But nothing seems to work. Then his father steals him a real brass trumpet. Is a musical instrument the key to winning Louis his love?

"We, and our children, are lucky to have this book." —John Updike

The Trumpet of the Swan joins E. B. White favorites Charlotte's Web and Stuart Little as classic illustrated novels that continue to speak to today's readers. Whether you curl up with your young reader to share these books or hand them off for independent reading, you are helping to create what are likely to be all-time favorite reading memories.

Pubblicato:
Mar 17, 2015
ISBN:
9780062406804
Formato:
Libro

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E. B. White, the author of such beloved classics as Charlotte's Web, Stuart Little, and The Trumpet of the Swan, was born in Mount Vernon, New York. He graduated from Cornell University in 1921 and, five or six years later, joined the staff of The New Yorker magazine, then in its infancy. He died on October 1, 1985, and was survived by his son and three grandchildren. Mr. White's essays have appeared in Harper's magazine, and some of his other books are: One Man's Meat, The Second Tree from the Corner, Letters of E. B. White, Essays of E. B. White, and Poems and Sketches of E. B. White. He won countless awards, including the 1971 National Medal for Literature and the Laura Ingalls Wilder Award, which commended him for making a "substantial and lasting contribution to literature for children." During his lifetime, many young readers asked Mr. White if his stories were true. In a letter written to be sent to his fans, he answered, "No, they are imaginary tales . . . But real life is only one kind of life—there is also the life of the imagination."

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The Trumpet of the Swan - E. B. White

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CHAPTER 1

SAM

Walking back to camp through the swamp, Sam wondered whether to tell his father what he had seen.

"I know one thing, he said to himself. I’m going back to that little pond again tomorrow. And I’d like to go alone. If I tell my father what I saw today, he will want to go with me. I’m not sure that’s a very good idea."

Sam was eleven. His last name was Beaver. He was strong for his age and had black hair and dark eyes like an Indian. Sam walked like an Indian, too, putting one foot straight in front of the other and making very little noise. The swamp through which he was traveling was a wild place—there was no trail, and it was boggy underfoot, which made walking difficult. Every four or five minutes Sam took his compass out of his pocket and checked his course to make sure he was headed in a westerly direction. Canada is a big place. Much of it is wilderness. To get lost in the woods and swamps of western Canada would be a serious matter.

As he trudged on, the boy’s mind was full of the wonder of what he had seen. Not many people in the world have seen the nest of a Trumpeter Swan. Sam had found one on the lonely pond on this day in spring. He had seen the two great white birds with their long white necks and black bills. Nothing he had ever seen before in all his life had made him feel quite the way he felt, on that wild little pond, in the presence of those two enormous swans. They were so much bigger than any bird he had ever seen before. The nest was big, too—a mound of sticks and grasses. The female was sitting on eggs; the male glided slowly back and forth, guarding her.

When Sam reached camp, tired and hungry, he found his father frying a couple of fish for lunch.

"Where have you been?" asked Mr. Beaver.

Exploring, replied Sam. I walked over to a pond about a mile and a half from here. It’s the one we see from the air as we’re coming in. It isn’t much of a place—nowhere near as big as this lake we’re on.

Did you see anything over there? asked his father.

Well, said Sam, it’s a swampy pond with a lot of reeds and cattails. I don’t think it would be any good for fishing. And it’s hard to get to—you have to cross a swamp.

See anything? repeated Mr. Beaver.

I saw a muskrat, said Sam, and a few Red-winged Blackbirds.

Mr. Beaver looked up from the wood stove, where the fish were sizzling in a pan.

Sam, he said, I know you like to go exploring. But don’t forget—these woods and marshes are not like the country around home in Montana. If you ever go over to that pond again, be careful you don’t get lost. I don’t like you crossing swamps. They’re treacherous. You could step into a soggy place and get bogged down, and there wouldn’t be anybody to pull you out.

I’ll be careful, said Sam. He knew perfectly well he would be going back to the pond where the swans were. And he had no intention of getting lost in the woods. He felt relieved that he had not told his father about seeing the swans, but he felt queer about it, too. Sam was not a sly boy, but he was odd in one respect: he liked to keep things to himself. And he liked being alone, particularly when he was in the woods. He enjoyed the life on his father’s cattle ranch in the Sweet Grass country in Montana. He loved his mother. He loved Duke, his cow pony. He loved riding the range. He loved watching guests who came to board at the Beavers’ ranch every summer.

But the thing he enjoyed most in life was these camping trips in Canada with his father. Mrs. Beaver didn’t care for the woods, so she seldom went along—it was usually just Sam and Mr. Beaver. They would motor to the border and cross into Canada. There Mr. Beaver would hire a bush pilot to fly them to the lake where his camp was, for a few days of fishing and loafing and exploring. Mr. Beaver did most of the fishing and loafing. Sam did the exploring. And then the pilot would return to take them out. His name was Shorty. They would hear the sound of his motor and run out and wave and watch him glide down onto the lake and taxi his plane in to the dock. These were the pleasantest days of Sam’s life, these days in the woods, far, far from everywhere—no automobiles, no roads, no people, no noise, no school, no homework, no problems, except the problem of getting lost. And, of course, the problem of what to be when he grew up. Every boy has that problem.

After supper that evening, Sam and his father sat for a while on the porch. Sam was reading a bird book.

Pop, said Sam, do you think we’ll be coming back to camp again about a month from now—I mean, in about thirty-five days or something like that?

I guess so, replied Mr. Beaver. I certainly hope so. But why thirty-five days? What’s so special about thirty-five days?

Oh, nothing, said Sam. I just thought it might be very nice around here in thirty-five days.

That’s the craziest thing I ever heard of, said Mr. Beaver. "It’s nice here all the time."

Sam went indoors. He knew a lot about birds, and he knew it would take a swan about thirty-five days to hatch her eggs. He hoped he could be at the pond to see the young ones when they came out of the eggs.

Sam kept a diary—a daybook about his life. It was just a cheap notebook that was always by his bed. Every night, before he turned in, he would write in the book. He wrote about things he had done, things he had seen, and thoughts he had had. Sometimes he drew a picture. He always ended by asking himself a question so he would have something to think about while falling asleep. On the day he found the swan’s nest, this is what Sam wrote in his diary:

I saw a pair of trumpeter swans today on a small pond east of camp. The female has a nest with eggs in it. I saw three, but I’m going to put four in the picture—I think she was laying another one. This is the greatest discovery I ever made in my entire life. I did not tell Pop. My bird book says baby swans are called cygnets. I am going back tomorrow to visit the great swans again. I heard a fox bark today. Why does a fox bark? Is it because he is mad, or worried, or hungry, or because he is sending a message to another fox? Why does a fox bark?

Sam closed his notebook, undressed, crawled into his bunk, and lay there with his eyes closed, wondering why a fox barks. In a few minutes he was asleep.

CHAPTER 2

THE POND

The pond Sam had discovered on that spring morning was seldom visited by any human being. All winter, snow had covered the ice; the pond lay cold and still under its white blanket. Most of the time there wasn’t a sound to be heard. The frog was asleep. The chipmunk was asleep. Occasionally a jay would cry out. And sometimes at night the fox would bark—a high, rasping bark. Winter seemed to last forever.

But one day a change came over the woods and the pond. Warm air, soft and kind, blew through the trees. The ice, which had softened during the night, began to melt. Patches of open water appeared. All the creatures that lived in the pond and in the woods were glad to feel the warmth. They heard and felt the breath of spring, and they stirred with new life and hope. There was a good, new smell in the air, a smell of earth waking after its long sleep. The frog, buried in the mud at the bottom of the pond, knew that spring was here. The chickadee knew and was delighted (almost everything delights a chickadee). The vixen, dozing in her den, knew she would soon have kits. Every creature knew that a better, easier time was at hand—warmer days, pleasanter nights. Trees were putting out green buds; the buds were swelling. Birds began arriving from the south. A pair of ducks flew in. The Red-winged Blackbird arrived and scouted the pond for nesting sites. A small sparrow with a white throat arrived and sang, Oh, sweet Canada, Canada, Canada!

And if you had been sitting by the pond on that first warm day of spring, suddenly, toward the end of the afternoon, you would have heard a stirring sound high above you in the air—a sound like the sound of trumpets.

Ko-hoh, ko-hoh!

And if you had looked up, you would have seen, high overhead, two great white birds. They flew swiftly, their legs stretched out straight behind, their long white necks stretched out ahead, their powerful wings beating steady and strong. Ko-hoh, ko-hoh, ko-hoh! A thrilling noise in the sky, the trumpeting of swans.

When the birds spotted the pond, they began circling, looking the place over from the air. Then they glided down and came to rest in the water, folding their long wings neatly along their sides and turning their heads this way and that to study their new surroundings. They were Trumpeter Swans, pure white birds with black bills. They had liked the looks of the swampy pond and had decided to make it their home for a while and raise a family.

The two swans were tired from the long flight. They were glad to be down out of the sky. They paddled slowly about and then began feeding, thrusting their necks into the shallow water and pulling roots and plants from the bottom. Everything about the swans was white except their bills and their feet; these were black. They carried their heads high. The pond seemed a different place because of their arrival.

For the next few days, the swans rested. When they were hungry, they ate. When they were thirsty—which was a great deal of the time—they drank. On the tenth day, the female began looking around to find a place to build her nest.

In the spring of the year, nest-building is uppermost in a bird’s mind: it is the most important thing there is. If she picks a good place, she stands a good chance of hatching her eggs and rearing her young. If she picks a poor place, she may fail to raise a family. The female swan knew this; she knew the decision she was making was extremely important.

The two swans first investigated the upper end of the pond, where a stream flowed slowly in. It was pleasant there, with reeds and bulrushes. Red-winged Blackbirds were busy nesting in this part of the pond, and a pair of Mallard Ducks were courting. Then the swans swam to the lower end of the pond, a marsh with woods on one side and a deer meadow on the other. It was lonely here. From one shore, a point of land extended out into the pond. It was a sandy strip, like a little peninsula. And at the tip of it, a few feet out into the water, was a tiny island, hardly bigger than a dining table. One small tree grew on the island, and there were rocks and ferns and grasses.

Take a look at this! exclaimed the female, as she swam round and around.

Ko-hoh! replied her husband, who liked to have someone ask his advice.

The swan stepped cautiously out onto the island. The spot seemed made to order—just right for a nesting place. While the male swan floated close by, watching, she snooped about until she found a pleasant spot on the ground. She sat down, to see how it felt to be sitting there. She decided it was the right size for her body. It was nicely located, a couple of feet from the water’s edge. Very convenient. She turned to her husband.

What do you think? she said.

An ideal location! he replied. "A perfect place! And I will tell you why it’s a perfect place, he continued, majestically. If an enemy—a fox or a coon or a coyote or a skunk—wanted to reach this spot with murder in his heart, he’d have to enter the water and get wet. And before he could enter the water, he’d have to walk the whole length of that point of land. And by that time we’d see him or hear him, and I would give him a hard time."

The male stretched out his great wings, eight feet from tip to tip, and gave the water a mighty clout to show his strength. This made him feel better right away. When a Trumpeter Swan hits an enemy with his wing, it is like being hit by a baseball bat. A male swan, by the way, is called a

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  • (3/5)
    I gave it a rating of three but only becauset the kids always seem to really enjoy it. I find it a bit tedious and almost as if he retells part of the story toward the end. It just seems to go on and on and on for me.
  • (2/5)
    This book lacked the poignancy and emotional appeal that made me fall in love with "Charlotte's Web". The plot was too unbelievable and many of the characters, both human and animal, annoyed me, especially Louis' father. A very disappointing read.
  • (4/5)
    Louis the swan learns to fly, read, gets several jobs, earns a medal of honor and woos his lady love. E.B. White is at his best in this book, with good-natured humor spilling out of every page.
  • (5/5)
    A wonderful story that teaches kids about individuality. The message that comes through says even though no one is perfect, they can find their own voice in the world. This is a story of courage, honesty, redemption, and most of all, love. I was touched by Louis' determination to repay his father's debt and impressed with his strength and character. Kids and adults will love this classic by E.B White and it makes a great addition to your collection. "The Trumpet of the Swan" has my highest recommendation because it teaches as it entertains.
  • (5/5)
    This is a very good book if you like kind of sad book.In some places it leaves you in suspens.
  • (5/5)
    I remember my second grade teacher reading me this book. I loved it then and haven't read it since, so I was excited to revisit it. There are things about it that I still love, but there was also some of it that irked me a little. Some of that could just be that it is a book from it's time (1970), but there are some aspects that don't hold well over time, especially the author's characterization of the female characters in the book. And also the way it talked about Louis "donating" his own children to the zoo. That seemed a little heartless. I know I'm being overly critical of such a sweet, heartwarming, story, but those were some of the things that stood out to me.
  • (5/5)
    This is the classic story of the trumpet of the swan... Louis was born with no voice and for him to have a voice his father "the old cob" fly to a near by town and stole a trumpet so his son could speak. Louis went to school to learn to read and write and used a slate and chalk pencil. Louis work jobs one summer to make the money back to pay the store owner back and his father took a slate that said what the money was for to the store owner and paid it back ........ was a very good story.
  • (3/5)
    I read this to my six and four-year-old son and daughter over the course of two weeks. My daughter was fairly attentive, but now and then broke off to a "let me know when there are pictures." My son at six was interested the whole way through.I gave this a a three star because it kept their interest...but I'd probably have gone 2 1/2 on my own. It seemed boring to me and the characters somehow didn't seem interesting and the overall story was just too unbelievable without going into the total fantastical - which might have made it work better.Still, it's a good story for young kids without too much to distress them and a happy ending of course.
  • (2/5)
    Maybe it's because I didn't read it as a child ... but I really didn't enjoy this book. I found it to be kind of a slog. And I found the part where the swan has his webbed foot cut so that he can play his trumpet uncomfortable and disturbing to read. I loved Charlotte's Web, always will, but White's two other books just have nothing for me.
  • (4/5)
    It was really good and definitely a classic.
  • (5/5)
    Absolutely one of my favorites from reading as a child! We just read this to our 7 year-old & he really enjoyed it as well. A story of a young swan who doesn't have a voice, but is given a trumpet. The young swan, Louis, grows up to be a star at a local camp & eventually a zoo. He even captures the heart of Serena, the female swan he has adored since being a little cygnet. I would be curious to check out this full-color release. the one we have at home is in black & white.
  • (4/5)
    The Trumpet of the Swan is the story of Louis, a trumpeter swan who is missing his trumpet--he was born without the ability to speak. Or honk, or whatever you call a swan's vocalizations. It starts out as a very pleasant tale of animals in the wild and a boy who watches them with reverence and awe. A bit of humor is interjected as the father swan is given a human personality, full of pride and a tendancy towards verbosity. Then, a few chapters in, Louis decides to go to school, figuring that literacy would be the cure for his handicap. You're reminded that this is a book from the same author of Stuart Little and Charlotte's Web, where sentient animals and humans interact as a matter of course and many people are apt to spout a view of life that's a bit amusing. Louis' story is no different as he seeks to overcome his handicap and establish a good life for himself. It's an amusing tale, one worth checking out.--J.
  • (5/5)
    This is my favorite of E.B. White's three children's books, probably because I grew up in love with the natural world and a child of the mountain states. This book holds its worth even for adult readers.
  • (4/5)
    One of my favorites as a child, holds up well to a reread. Not sure if an adult, reading it for the first time, would be able to suspend disbelief about the swans' lives in the midst ofa mostly realistic, even educational story. But White does write beautifully, of course, and there are some lovely ideas and passages here.

    And some humor. Louis's father is a good cob, but rather vain and given to fancy language. At one point he speaks of 'Here I glide, swanlike...'" and his wife reproaches him, because how *else* would a swan glide? "He decided he'd better do more gliding and less talking."

    If you're a fan of Charlotte's Web or Stuart Little (the book), give this a go."
  • (4/5)
    I listened to the audio version (from Audible), read by E.B. White himself. I'm certain the audio version is better than reading the book, it's oral story telling at its best. White's soothing trombone voice, the trumpet sound effects, song renditions, characterizations, and his emphasis on the storyline converge into a wonderful heartwarming work of art.
  • (4/5)
    I read this book purely because my friend told me he had read it in school and that it was good, so I thought why not. While the book was very long and just over use of words at many times it did end up being a book I liked a lot. The idea of a swan being able to do all the things the Louis accomplishes in the story such as, learning to write, and play the trumpet, and communicating with people to earn a job, are all just entertaining in itself. You can tell it was written a while ago because of the language E.B White uses makes it more difficult to read than most children's books today. It had a good message of overcoming the difficulties we face in life. The swans were always trying to do what is best and right their wrongs. Although there were limited pictures the author uses descriptions that helped the reader see everything well.
  • (5/5)
    Good because so well written. The quick changes from high-flown to common language are enjoyable. E. B. White seems to have a low opinion of Philadelphia. Strange that he has a higher opinion of New York.
  • (5/5)
    Acquired: Purchased a used copy at a book/garage sale or thrift shop.Reason for Reading: I've picked a bookshelf to randomly read my own books from this year and this is my first read from that shelf. This is a perennial favourite of mine.I've read this several times now. Originally as a child, then as an adult, again as a read aloud to my eldest son, and now once more and the book still has not lost its charm for me. This is going to make a nice bedtime read for dh and ds and I'll be putting it in their pile. Trumpet is my favourite of White's three children's novels. Louis is an unassuming hero, with a sense of right and wrong, dignity and someone who works hard to get what he wants out of life. Born without a voice, he gets by until he is old enough for mating season. Then, of course, he can't attract the female he is in love with so his father heads to the city and steals a trumpet for him. Louis is so thankful, he learns to play, but first he must earn money to pay back his father's debt both for the trumpet and the damage he did to the store and thus follows the story of Louis' adventures as he earns a living at various venues first playing as a bugler and then after a slight operation to one foot learning the full use of the trumpet. He becomes famous in the towns and cities he plays in but his heart is always set on earning the money, so he can get back to his family and his lady love. He also repeatedly is assisted and visited by Sam Beaver, a boy he met when he was just a newly hatched gosling.It is a simple story, possibly considered slow to some compared to more modern fare but it tells a good tale. It's a story of good people, animals mostly with good human qualities and both Sam and Louis are good role models, they type of person we all want to be like someday. Though written in the seventies, there isn't really much to place the story in time. There are a few instances when this is brought to the reader's attention; I remember the word "hippie" but otherwise the book is quaint and could be taking place in any time period of the more mannered, politer past. A lovely story, sure to be enjoyed by animal lovers.One of my goals in reading books from this random shelf is to move books out of the house that are not going to be part of my permanent collection, but this one is a keeper. I had wanted to get the hardcover, collector's edition to match Charlotte's Web & Stuart Little that I have, which have both been respectfully colourized. But when I saw the hardcover version of this I also saw that the illustrations had been completely redone by a new illustrator so I took a pass on getting that version. In fact, the paperback versions include the new illustrations as well. The original illustrations by Edward Frascino don't seem to be available in any currently available new editions. So I'm keeping this edition, which is the exact same one that I had as a kid.
  • (4/5)
    "Dad, do you know what a male swan is called? I'm quizzing you." We'd been listening to The Trumpet of the Swan during lunch while Dad was at work. On a family car ride, our six-year-old decided to test his father's knowledge of waterfowl."I don't know," said Dad. "A drake?""No!" said our son triumphantly. "A cob!"It's always a pleasure to read this quirky little book about love, persistence, responsibility, and making your voice heard despite the obstacles. Hearing it in White's own voice on the audiobook and sharing the experience with my children (again) was particularly wonderful. I anticipate some requests to camp in Canada or visit Montana this summer. I'd be up for it.
  • (3/5)
    E.B. White makes you feel for the animal characters. In the trumpet of the swans, E.B. White makes you actually think about a swan, to understand how complicated a swan is. This story is about a mute swan named Luis. He went to school to learn how to read and write. After he came back from school he found out that no other swan could read or write. Then his father went to steal a trumpet to give Luis a voice. The whole book is about how Luis repays hi fathers debts. I think everyone young and old would enjoy this book because it is emotional and cute at times.
  • (2/5)
    I know it's a classic but I didn't love it.
  • (4/5)
    I like this one better than Stuart Little, really, but not as much as Charlotte's Web.
  • (5/5)
    When I was a little girl, my Daddy read this to me. Honestly, I don't remember a whole lot of the story, but I remember sitting on my bed with my Dad and listening to him read it. And for that, I love this book.
  • (4/5)
    E.B. White writes an children's novel that here has no human characters but is so easy for children to relate to. My son loved it so much that he cried when it was done because he was sad to have it over. We had to re-read it immediately.
  • (3/5)
    This is a tale of a young Trumpeter swan who does not have a voice. He makes friends with a young boy named, Sam, who helps him go to school so he can read and write. Louis, the swan, is satisfied with this for a short while until he cannot court a lovely female because he has no voice. Louis's father flies to a music store and steals a trumpet. Louis learns to play the trumpet and has many adventures playing it and earning money to pay for it. He finally does and his father is able to take the money back to the music store. Louis wins the heart of the lovely swan and they live happily ever after.Younger students would like this tale of abnormal behavior from the swans. They could also learn the correct terminology of the different kinds of swans.
  • (4/5)
    I liked this chapter book. I really liked the plot of the story because it shows how much trouble Louis had to overcome in order to get the attention of the swan he was attracted to. I also liked the illustrations even though they were in black and white because they helped add to the story by having a visual. The big idea is that you can do anything you set your mind to.
  • (1/5)
    My boys and I loved this book. Great read outloud for elementary kids
  • (3/5)
    It's nice you have to make it more funnier and nicer
  • (3/5)
    Disclaimer: I review books on how they stand alone without regards to anyone’s personal views about the author. I review based upon readability and how the book affects my life for good, and less upon literary style.This is a good book.
  • (4/5)
    Think of your most vital sense (sight, hearing, talking, taste and touch), imagine it gone, what would you do? The Trumpet of the Swan by E.B. White is a book that you’d definitely read. This is a story with lots of good moral values, inspiring and the noblest of adventure and desire that would surely uplift one’s spirit.The Trumpet of the Swan is a story about Louis, a Trumpeter Swan and his adventure to find his own voice and pursue his dreams. He was born without a voice, unable to make the honking cry that marks his species. He ventured on to overcome his defect by learning to play a trumpet, and try to impress a beautiful swan named Serena.In Canada, on the first day of spring, the cob (adult male swan) and the pen (adult female swan), members of sub-species Trumpeter Swan built their nest on a small island in a pond. Sam Beaver, an 11-year-old boy on a camping trip, observed and saved the female from being attacked by a fox. When the eggs hatched, all of the cygnets (baby swans), chirped at Sam in greeting, except for the youngest, who can make no sound and pulled his shoelace instead, the youngest who was named, Louis.At the end of summer, the swan family migrated to Red Rock Lakes in Montana. Louis decided he should learn to read and write in order to communicate, so Sam took Louis to school and bought him a slate and chalk to write. This was a help, but when he greet his family using it, they didn’t understand because they didn’t know how to read. Most of all, it did not aid Louis in winning the heart of the beautiful swan he had fallen in love. He had written the words “I love you” in the slate, and Serena just stared at it and swam away. He was the best swimmer and the handsomest among the swans, but without a voice to profess his love, Serena didn’t notice him at all.In a dramatic scene of broken glass and a fainting salesgirl, Louis's father did a difficult thing - he put honor aside and stole a trumpet so his son would be able to woo his love. Louis feels guilty about his father's theft, but accepts the instrument. Serena has migrated north, so Louis returns to Sam's ranch. Sam suggests that Louis get a job so he can pay the store for the trumpet and the damaged window. Louis's determination to become a trumpeter to get the attention of his one true love and pay off his father's debt takes him far from the wilderness he loves. And a series of adventure and music wound its way into Louis’ life.Although I can’t tell you how the story ends, I’ll give you the descriptions of the characters. Louis’ father was the running gag in the story, with his tremendous and flowery speeches; he captured the reader’s attention. The speeches were poetic and often carried a sense of humor and behind the words, lay a deep meaning of life’s reality. He was full of himself, and forever will be proud of his family, especially Louis. He loves to hear praises from his wife and children, and is a loving father. And of course his wife, who is the sensible of the two, that keeps reminding his husband of the mistakes of his words. She was a depiction of a good-natured mother, always protecting for her children and caring for her husband. Meanwhile, Serena was the beautiful, sophisticated swan Louis had fallen in love.Sam, the only human to whom the story revolves, is always at bay, always helping Louis in his obstacles. He had desires and fondness towards animals and carried with him a diary that he likes to write at night. As the story progresses, we were also aware of Sam’s growth from an eleven-year-old boy into a full-grown man.My favorite character is Louis. He had always been the gentleman with wild dreams and the courage to prove himself worthy of respect from the other trumpeter swans, inspite of his disability. He had continued to be kind and hopeful and still believe in his dreams, that there’s nothing so big, a swan cannot do. He is smart, loving, family-centered and cared for dignity and guilt and he is thankful for whatever that happens to him.It is unusual to have a trumpet-playing swan in a story. But the way E. B. White writes about how the swans think is excellent. Louis’s thoughts and his emotions are both like that of a true person. There are many vivid descriptions in the book that make you reluctant to put the book down. Also, how E. B. White made the swans think and talk is amazing.The largest swans on Earth, with a wingspan reaching eight feet, all white but its beak and feet, so graceful, so strong, so scorning of human attention, the trumpeters occupy a universe that brushes only briefly against our own. E.B. White's wonderful story of Louis's struggle to express the music in his heart is a tribute to courage, to freedom, to love - and to swans everywhere.Is a musical instrument the key to winning Louis his love and his dreams? Could it be the one to bring his father’s honor back and win the acceptance of his fellow trumpeters? If you love animals, especially birds and wants something to inspire you on your journey, struggle or pursuit, then you should read The Trumpet of the Swan and find out for yourself.