Mary Pope Osborne - Magic Tree House 47 by Abe Lincoln at Last!

Author:Abe Lincoln at Last! [Last!, Abe Lincoln at]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0375868259
Publisher: Random House Books for Young Readers
Published: 2011-12-27T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sam’s Farm

“I don’t know,” said Jack. This was one of the worst things that had ever happened. He pressed his finger against Sam’s wrist to feel for his pulse, like he’d seen on TV and in movies.

Sam’s eyes opened. “Giddyup,” he said weakly.

Jack laughed with relief. “Whew, we were afraid you were dead!” he said.

“Ain’t dead yet,” Sam whispered, blinking, “but I am seeing stars and my ears are ringing.”

“Does your head hurt?” asked Annie.

“Yes, bad,” Sam said quietly, his eyes squinting with pain.

“You might have a concussion,” Jack said. “Is there a doctor nearby?”

“Thirty-five …,” said Sam.

“Minutes?” asked Jack.

“Miles,” Sam whispered.

“Whoa, that’s really far,” said Annie.

“I have to go home … to our farm,” said Sam. He struggled to sit up.

“Careful,” said Jack. He couldn’t remember what to do if someone had a concussion.

With Jack and Annie’s help, Sam managed to get on his feet. “Thanks,” the boy said. He staggered toward his horse, then swayed and collapsed onto the ground again.

“Sam!” said Annie. She and Jack gently helped him back up to a standing position.

“Dizzy … just dizzy,” whispered Sam.

“We’ll help you get home,” said Annie. “You can’t do it by yourself. Right, Jack?”

“Right,” said Jack. He knew it was the right thing to do. But as soon as we get him home to his parents, we have to find Abraham Lincoln, he thought.

“Sam can sit in front of me and I’ll hold on to him,” Annie said to Jack. “You can take the reins and walk alongside us.”

“Okay.” Jack kept holding Sam, while Annie unhitched the straps, freeing the horse.

The wind had died down. The horse was calm as Annie coaxed her to a tree stump. She climbed onto the stump and then onto the horse’s back.

“Your turn, Sam,” said Jack.

Jack held Sam’s elbow as the gangly boy climbed onto the stump. Then Sam hauled himself onto the horse in front of Annie. He started to slump forward. Before he could slide off, Annie grabbed him and held him up.

“Got him?” said Jack.

“My cornmeal,” Sam whispered.

“I’ll get it,” said Jack. He found a panel in the bottom of the grinder and opened it. Then he grabbed the empty sack and scooped the ground corn inside.

Jack slung the sack over his shoulder. Then he picked up the reins and turned the horse around. Annie held Sam as Jack led the horse along the lonely road back the way they had come.

This isn’t the way things are supposed to happen, Jack thought. He knew they were supposed to trust the magic. But now they were helping the person who was supposed to help them.

“Where is your farm, Sam?” Jack asked after a while.

The boy didn’t answer.

“Sam!” said Annie, giving him a little shake. “Your farm? Where is it?”

Sam opened his eyes. “Here,” he said.

Jack didn’t see any sign of a farm. The only things up ahead were a small, windowless log cabin and a shed. A curl of smoke rose into the white sky.

“Here where?” asked Jack.

Sam pointed to the cabin and shed.

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