Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

Lost Treasure of Grassy Cove
Lost Treasure of Grassy Cove
Lost Treasure of Grassy Cove
Ebook73 pages57 minutes

Lost Treasure of Grassy Cove

Rating: 0 out of 5 stars

()

Read preview

About this ebook

Clair pried on the lid of the box that had rusted shut. Her black hair hung over her eyes as she concentrated on her prize.
Her mother stepped on the porch, “What are you doing to our rock doorstop?”
“It’s not a rock it’s a box!”
“My goodness, I plowed that thing up over in Grassy Cove. When we lived next to the old School House.”
After years of being shoved around by the door, hints of metal on the corner begin to be visible under the dirt and rust.
“I noticed the shiny corner and decided to chip off the rust,” said Clair.
Her mother noticed the sparkle in Clair’s brown eyes as she worked on the box. She had seen it many times before.
Clair knew all the stories about the cove. The union soldiers massacred near the one-room schoolhouse, rumors about what they were doing there, and what they may have been transporting. There was also the report of human skeletons found in McFalls Cave.
How they were chased over the mountain into Grassy Cove, and three days later killed in a battle at the school. Could this box have something to do with them?

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJun 22, 2019
ISBN9780463285596
Lost Treasure of Grassy Cove
Author

Hubert Crowell

Hubert Crowell currently writes, explores caves, plays the fiddle and works three days a week. He has in the past panned for gold, served in the army, repaired TV's, microfilm equipment, video projectors, and other electronic devices. He has taught classes at Vocational School, Eastman Kodak and Church. He has worked at Lockheed, Kodak, BARCO, and RCA to mention only a few. Studied at Southeastern University, Kennesaw University, and Chattahoochee Technical College. Hubert's articles, poems, and music can be found at http://hucosystems.com/hubertcrowell/hubertcrowell.html

Read more from Hubert Crowell

Related to Lost Treasure of Grassy Cove

Related ebooks

YA Action & Adventure For You

View More

Related articles

Reviews for Lost Treasure of Grassy Cove

Rating: 0 out of 5 stars
0 ratings

0 ratings0 reviews

What did you think?

Tap to rate

Review must be at least 10 words

    Book preview

    Lost Treasure of Grassy Cove - Hubert Crowell

    Lost Treasure of Grassy Cove

    Volume 3 of the Drawn to Darkness series

    Smashwords Edition License Notes

    This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your enjoyment only, then please return to Smashwords.com or your favorite retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    Copyright © 2018 Hubert Crowell

    ISBN: 9780463285596

    Publisher: Smashwords, Inc.

    123456789

    DEDICATION

    This book is dedicated to Matthew Philip Barber and all the young explorers in the world.

    INTRODUCTION

    Matthew, Clair, John, and Joann had grown close in the small Tennessee town, playing along with the mountain and the river that flowed into the nearby lake. The Lost Treasure of Grassy Cove is the third in the series Drawn to Darkness. A few items in a box start the group off on another adventure.

    Chapter 1 CLAIR’S DOOR STOP

    Clair pried on the lid of the box that had rusted shut. Her black hair hung over her eyes as she concentrated on her prize.

    Her mother stepped on the porch, What are you doing to our rock doorstop?

    It’s not a rock it’s a box!

    My goodness, I plowed that thing up over in Grassy Cove. When we lived next to the old School House.

    After years of being shoved around by the door, hints of metal on the corner begin to be visible under the dirt and rust.

    I noticed the shiny corner and decided to chip off the rust, said Clair.

    Her mother noticed the sparkle in Clair’s brown eyes as she worked on the box. She had seen it many times before.

    Clair knew all the stories about the cove. The union soldiers massacred near the one-room schoolhouse, rumors about what they were doing there, and what they may have been transporting. There was also the report of human skeletons found in McFalls Cave.

    How they were chased over the mountain into Grassy Cove, and three days later killed in a battle at the school. Could this box have something to do with them?

    The tip of the screwdriver broke, and the lid did not budge.

    Clair was in the ninth grade and had moved here three years earlier. The previous year had been exciting; exploring a cave with Matthew, John, and Joann. Matthew had become a close friend, but not quite a boyfriend. Clair was nervous, wondering if Matthew might ask her out on a date, knowing that she would turn him down. They both loved caving and exploring, and although Clair enjoyed his company, but was not ready to get serious. The group was coming over, and Clair was excited about showing them the box she had discovered.

    The porch was a mess with all the dirt and rust she had chipped off the box. Maybe Matthew would know how to get it open.

    Matthew rode up on his homemade motorbike, jumped up on the porch, and exclaimed, What a mess! What have you been doing?

    Clair, a little perturbed said, Just cleaning up this old rock doorstop. She thought about just keeping the box a secret.

    However, Clair needed Matthew’s help in getting the box open. Can you see if you can get it open?

    Have you got a hacksaw? We’ll just saw it open. Matthew stated casually. It’ll be no problem at all to open. Then we can take in a movie.

    Clair thought I don’t think so.

    Several minutes later after sawing all the way around the lid, all he had was a bright shiny line only a fraction of an inch deep. The box was heavy and the metal much thicker than they thought. Matthew remarked, Dull blade I guess.

    Joann arrived twisting her hair around her index finger, What’s bothering you today. Clair asked.

    John hasn’t called in two days, working on his old car I suppose ---.

    Matthew interrupts, We’re going to take in a movie later do you want to come?

    Clair in a stern voice; Not till we get this box open, are you going to help?

    John pulled up in his 49 Plymouth with a tire going flat. As he got out the jack and spare; Joann piped up again, see, there he goes again, working on that old car.

    John, as if he did not hear; Anyone wants to help me wash the car, I’ll get the hose.

    Matthew cuts in again; Only if you give us a ride to the theater, I’m ready for a movie.

    After all the distractions, Clair

    Enjoying the preview?
    Page 1 of 1