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Summary
Summary
In this Newbery Honor book classic, young Sarah learns how to be brave even when the world is strange and new.
In 1707, young Sarah Noble and her father traveled through the wilderness to build a new home for their family. "Keep up your courage, Sarah Noble," her mother had said, but Sarah found that it was not always easy to feel brave inside. The dark woods were full of animals and Indians, too, and Sarah was only eight!
The true story of Sarah's journey is inspiring. And as she cares for her father and befriends her Indian neighbors, she learns that to be afraid and to be brave is the greatest courage of all.
The New York Times Book Review described this book as one "to be long remembered for its beautifully written simplicity and dignity."
Author Notes
Alice Dagliesh wrote many books for young readers, including The Thanksgiving Story, The Fourth of July Story, the Bears on Hemlock Mountain, and The Little Wooden Farmer , all available from Aladdin.
Reviews (1)
School Library Journal Review
Gr 1-4-Alice Dalgliesh's 1954 Newbery Honor book receives new life in this unabridged reading by Barbara Caruso. John Noble sets out for New Milford accompanied only by his eight-year-old daughter Sarah-his wife and other children will come later, when the baby is strong enough for the journey. Sarah, who has come to cook for her father, tries to remain brave and strong, always remembering her mother's words: "Keep up your courage, Sarah Noble." Sarah and her father befriend the local Indians, and when John Noble must go to guide the rest of the family to their new home, he leaves Sarah in the care of his Indian friend, Tall John. The recording follows the book faithfully, even including the Author's Note, and it excels in capturing the quiet adventure of the story as well. Caruso's warm, measured tones paint Sarah as a solemn but loving little girl, and the closeness of the father-daughter relationship comes through clearly. Although the story itself has come under attack in recent years for its attitudes toward Native Americans (particularly the fact that Sarah and her father, unwilling to learn their friends' real name, christen them "Mary" and "John"), those attitudes are probably fairly consistent with those of the time period depicted. This recording will find a home in public libraries and schools, where, with some guidance, the subject matter and approachable length will serve students well.-Kathleen Kelly, Carroll County Public Library, MD (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Excerpts
Excerpts
The Indian children did come, again and again. Sarah soon lost all fear of them, and they of her. At first the children all looked alike to Sarah, then she began to know each one. Two of them she liked better than all the others. They were brother and sister, a tall serious boy and a little girl with lively black eyes. Sometimes Sarah tried to read to them but after the first time they did not listen. So Sarah tried teaching them words. Pointing to the table, stool, fire, she would say the name slowly and clearly. Then the Indian children said-or tried to say-the words, shouting with laughter when their tongues could not find a way around the strange sounds. They, in turn, showed her where the wild strawberries grew. So she went out and filled a basket with the berries, which were like red jewels in the grass. when John Noble came home with a duck he had shot, or a fish caught in the river, he would find ripe berries waiting, too. They traded with the Indians for corn, and ground it with the small mortar and pestle thomas had brought in one of the saddle bags. Sarah made corn cakes with it, cooking them in the ashes, and all the time she thought of her mother's good bread, baked in the oven. If she had an oven... "I need help to raise the logs for the house," John Noble said. "There is a tall Indian who has said he will help me. I cannot say his name so I will call him Tall John. He speaks a few words of English." "Father," Sarah said, "the Indian children point to their houses and want me to visit them. Should I go?" John Noble did not answer at once. He sat with his head in his hands saying not a word. This was his daughter, and he had brought her to this wild place. Often and often he had wondered if he had done right. And what, after all, did he know about these strange people? Sarah waited for her father to speak. At last he said, "Tall John has two children, Sarah. I think they are among those who come here. I would trust you to go to the house of Tall John." "Oh!" said Sarah. "It is Tall John's children that I like!" So Sarah went often to the house of Tall John and his wife. she could not say the long, long names of the children, so she called the boy Small John and the girl Mary, after her mother. The Indian children called her Sarah, for that was a name easy to say. "Sar-ah, Sar-ah, Sar-ah!" Their high, clear voices echoed up and down the valley as she played with them and learned their games. "Sar-ah, Sar-ah!" Excerpted from The Courage of Sarah Noble by Alice Dalgliesh All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
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The Indian children did come, again and again. Sarah soon lost all fear of them, and they of her. At first the children all looked alike to Sarah, then she began to know each one. Two of them she liked better than all the others. They were brother and sister, a tall serious boy and a little girl with lively black eyes. |
Sometimes Sarah tried to read to them but after the first time they did not listen. So Sarah tried teaching them words. Pointing to the table, stool, fire, she would say the name slowly and clearly. Then the Indian children said-or tried to say-the words, shouting with laughter when their tongues could not find a way around the strange sounds. |
They, in turn, showed her where the wild strawberries grew. So she went out and filled a basket with the berries, which were like red jewels in the grass. when John Noble came home with a duck he had shot, or a fish caught in the river, he would find ripe berries waiting, too. |
They traded with the Indians for corn, and ground it with the small mortar and pestle thomas had brought in one of the saddle bags. Sarah made corn cakes with it, cooking them in the ashes, and all the time she thought of her mother's good bread, baked in the oven. If she had an oven... |
"I need help to raise the logs for the house," John Noble said. "There is a tall Indian who has said he will help me. I cannot say his name so I will call him Tall John. He speaks a few words of English." |
"Father," Sarah said, "the Indian children point to their houses and want me to visit them. Should I go?" |
John Noble did not answer at once. He sat with his head in his hands saying not a word. This was his daughter, and he had brought her to this wild place. Often and often he had wondered if he had done right. And what, after all, did he know about these strange people? |
Sarah waited for her father to speak. |
At last he said, "Tall John has two children, Sarah. I think they are among those who come here. I would trust you to go to the house of Tall John." |
"Oh!" said Sarah. "It is Tall John's children that I like!" |
So Sarah went often to the house of Tall John and his wife. she could not say the long, long names of the children, so she called the boy Small John and the girl Mary, after her mother. |
The Indian children called her Sarah, for that was a name easy to say. |
"Sar-ah, Sar-ah, Sar-ah!" Their high, clear voices echoed up and down the valley as she played with them and learned their games. |
"Sar-ah, Sar-ah!" |