The Behemoth Blizzard Mystery


It's "snow" wonder that Artemis, Nick and Curie - a sort-of-crazy scientist father and his super smart kids - end up in the worst snowstorm predicted in years! Dad comes down with the flu. The hotel hosts are hiding something. Their experiment goes haywire! And of course, it's hard to solve a mystery when the world is all white and everyone and everything is invisible in a BEHEMOTH BLIZZARD! That leaves the Masters of Disasters to save the day in a wild winter wonderland you won't believe!!

What Kids Say About

Carole Marsh Mysteries . . .

I love the real locations! Reading the book always makes me

want to go and visit them all on our next family vacation. My

Mom says maybe, but I can’t wait!

One day, I want to be a real kid in one of Ms. Marsh’s mystery

books. I think it would be fun, and I think I am a real character

anyway. I filled out the application and sent it in and

am keeping my fingers crossed!

History was not my favorite subject until I starting reading

Carole Marsh Mysteries. Ms. Marsh really brings history to

life. Also, she leaves room for the scary and fun.

I think Christina is so smart and brave. She is lucky to be in

the mystery books because she gets to go to a lot of places. I always

wonder just how much of the book is true and what is

made up. Trying to figure that out is fun!

Grant is cool and funny! He makes me laugh a lot!!

I like that there are boys and girls in the story of different

ages. Some mysteries I outgrow, but I can always find a favorite

character to identify with in these books.

They are scary, but not too scary. They are funny. I learn a

lot. There is always food which makes me hungry. I feel like I

am there.

What Parents and Teachers Say About

Carole Marsh Mysteries . . .

I think kids love these books because they have such a wealth

of detail. I know I learn a lot reading them! It’s an engaging

way to look at the history of any place or event. I always say

I’m only going to read one chapter to the kids, but that never

happens—it’s always two or three, at least!


Reading the mystery and going on the field trip—Scavenger

Hunt in hand—was the most fun our class ever had! It really

brought the place and its history to life. They loved the real

kids characters and all the humor. I loved seeing them learn

that reading is an experience to enjoy! —4th grade teacher

Carole Marsh is really on to something with these unique

mysteries. They are so clever; kids want to read them all. The

Teacher’s Guides are chock full of activities, recipes, and

additional fascinating information. My kids thought I was

an expert on the subject—and with this tool, I felt like it!

—3rd grade teacher

My students loved writing their own mystery book!

Ms. Marsh’s reproducible guidelines are a real jewel. They

learned about copyright and ended up with their own book

they were so proud of!

—Reading/Writing Teacher

The kids seem very realistic—my children seemed to relate to

the characters. Also, it is educational by expanding their

knowledge about the famous places in the books.”

They are what children like: mysteries and adventures with

children they can relate to.”

“Encourages reading for pleasure.”

“This series is great. It can be used for reluctant readers, and

as a history supplement.”



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Note From

the Author

I love snow! I know a lot of people don't, especially

if they have to live in it all winter and fight it to get to work

and school. But I live in the sunny South and love to see

enough snow so that it actually covers the grass blades! I

collect snow pictures and photographs, especially those with

buffalo in them. I don't know why these appeal to me so, but

they do.

I also love all kinds of snow books, from children's

picture books to tales of the Old West on the snowy, lonesome

prairie. I even love bad snow stories, such as those of the

Great Blizzard of 1888, which struck New York and the

Northeast with such fury. A blizzard is when snow ceases to

be pretty and fun. Instead, it becomes treacherous and

dangerous—and even deadly.

My favorite "sad" snow story is about a farm couple

on the prairie. During a raging snowstorm, they headed, hand

in hand, to the barn to make sure their livestock was safe and

warm. On the way back to the farmhouse, their tightlyclasped

hands tore loose from one another. The poor farmer's

wife blew away! The blizzard raged on and on for days, and

the woman was not found until spring, a hundred miles away,

frozen to death against a barn.

A true story? It is said to be so, which is why I love

snow, but fear and respect blizzards! You might also enjoy my

book Winter, The "WOW!" Season, which tells more about

snow than you ever knew. In the meantime, curl up by a warm

fire with some cocoa and enjoy this book!

That's where I am,

Carole Marsh

Hey, kids! As you see, here we are ready to embark

on another of our exciting Carole Marsh Mystery

adventures. My grandchildren often travel with me all

over the world as I research new books. We have a great

time together, and learn things we will carry with us for

the rest of our lives!

I hope you will go to

and explore the many Carole Marsh Mysteries series!

Well, the Mystery Girl is all tuned up and ready for

“take-off!” Gotta go…Papa says so! Wonder what I’ve

forgotten this time?

Happy “Armchair Travel” Reading,


About the


Artemis Masters is an absentminded genius. He’s a scientist

at the top of his field in the early detection of natural disasters.

Everyone looks to him to solve the mysteries of nature…he

just needs someone to find his car keys, shoes and glasses!

Curie Masters, though only 11, has inherited her father’s

intelligence and ability to see things others don’t. She has a

natural penchant to solve mysteries…even if it means tangling

with those older and supposedly smarter than her.

Nick Masters, an 8-year-old boy who’s tall enough to pass as

12, likes to match wits with his sister and has her desire to

solve mysteries others overlook. While he’s the younger

sibling, he tends to want to protect his sister, and of course, be

the first to solve the mystery.

ooks in this series:

#1 The Earthshaking Earthquake


#2 The Treacherous Tornado Mystery

#3 The Horrendous Hurricane Mystery

#4 The Voracious Volcano Mystery

#5 The Behemoth Blizzard Mystery

#6 The Ferocious Forest Fire Mystery

Table of Contents

1 Fire in the Hole! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .1

2 The “Eyes” Have It . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .9

3 Rabbit Ears . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .15

4 The Great White Hurricane . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .25

5 Avalanche! What Avalanche? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .31

6 Ricocheting Sound Waves . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .41

7 Oh, My Goodness! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .45

8 Peek-A-Boo, I See You . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .49

9 Walking Through Tar . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .55

10 Blizzard of the Century . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .59

11 Bombs Away . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .65

12 Sensor Sabotage . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .67

13 Whiteout . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .73

14 Can A Guy Get A Light Here? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .79

15 Human Windshield Wiper . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .81

16 The Guests Have Arrived . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .91

17 I Can See Clearly Now . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .93

18 No More Snow! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .99

About the Author . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .103

Book Club Talk About It! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .104

Book Club Bring It To Life . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .106

Scavenger Hunt . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .108

Pop Quiz . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .109

Glossary . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .110

Blizzard Trivia . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .112

Winter Wonders . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .115

Tech Connects . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .118


Fire in

the Hole

“Ready?” Nick Masters shouted. “Fire

in the hole!”


The small air cannon launched the

temperature probe into the air. A thin wire

attached to the back end of the probe trailed it

dutifully. As it reached its apex in the sky, it

arched back toward the ground two miles

downrange. After unpacking the snow around

it, Curie Masters, Nick’s older sister, removed

the wire spool from the launcher and attached

it to the test box.


“Six down, one to go,” Curie said.

“Here’s the last one.”

Nick grabbed the probe and set it into

the snow next to the launcher. He reset the

launcher for its final blast of the day. He was

sending the probes two miles out and spacing

them two miles apart in a complete circle

around the mountain.

Curie, 11, hovered over her brother,

who was only eight years old but tall for his

age. Nick picked up the probe, opened a small

curved door on its body, and flipped a tiny

switch inside. A red light started to blink,

letting Nick know that the probe was

activated. He closed the door, set it in the

launch tube, and attached its wire spool to the

side of the launcher.

“Fire in the hole!” Nick shouted again.


The final probe hurled itself downrange.

Its nose, almost as pointed as a spear,

penetrated the snow about a foot. Curie

Fire in the Hole 5

quickly attached the last wire spool to the

test box.

“Let’s get inside the van,” Curie said,

slowly feeding out the wire spools as she

backed toward the van. “I’m getting cold.”

Nick opened the van’s door for his

sister. She quickly sat at her desk, removing

each wire from its spool and attaching it to

pre-labeled test leads on the control panel.

The kids heard a commotion at the back

of the van. Their father, Artemis Masters,

suddenly appeared, carrying one of his newly

designed SABER Sensors. Nick had thought

of the acronym. SABER stood for Snow And

Blizzard Early Response Sensor.

Artemis was a scientist who invented

devices to help detect natural disasters. With

his wild red hair and round glasses perched on

the end of his nose, Artemis looked more like

a mad scientist than the brilliant one he was.

“How are things coming?” he asked the

kids. Before either of them could answer, he

continued, “Have either of you seen my


favorite pen? I seem to have misplaced it.” He

laid the sensor on Curie’s desk and began to

dig into the pockets of his white, oversized

lab coat.

“It’s in your shirt pocket, Dad,”

Nick said.

Artemis looked down at his shirt.

“Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle,” he said. “It

was right under my nose all this time.”

“We’re almost ready to take the

readings…” Nick said.

“No,” Curie said, as she tightened the

last lead down and connected the test box to

her laptop. She quickly booted up the custom

software program that Artemis and the kids

had written.

Nick recorded the information from the

computer’s digital indicators into another

program. “Okay, Dad,” he said. “We’ve got

our baseline readings.”

“Great!” Artemis answered, as he

sniffled. He pulled out a hanky and wiped his

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nose. “I hope I’m not getting a cold. You know

how I detest colds.”

Artemis scanned the faces of his two

extremely intelligent children. Nick was

named for Nicolaus Copernicus, the first

person to propose that the sun is the center of

the universe. Curie got her name from Marie

Curie, who was famous for her work on

radioactivity and a two-time Nobel Prize

winner. Although they were young, they were

scientists in their own right.

“Let’s head down to the bed and

breakfast hotel and get settled in,” Artemis

said, wiping his leaky nose again. “We’ll get

some dinner, and then start setting up the

SABER sensors first thing in the morning.”

“AHH CHOO!” Artemis let

out a loud sneeze. “I sure hope I’m not

coming down with something,” he added,

pushing back a lock of the wild mop of red hair

ringing the sides of his head.


The “Eyes”

Have It

Curie dragged her suitcase out of the

van’s storage compartment and set it on the

trailer tongue attached to the back of the van.

The trailer held three snowmobiles. She

scanned the area around the bed and breakfast

hotel where they were staying. It’s definitely

rustic, she thought, but the Adirondack

Mountain scenery is beautiful. The one thing

she noticed was that there were no unsightly

electric poles sticking out of the ground along

the roadside like dead, leafless trees.

Curie and Nick lugged their suitcases

up the old, rickety wooden porch stairs and


into the foyer. They stopped just short of their

dad. He was engaged in conversation with an

older couple. From their accents, Curie

figured they must be Irish.

“Kids, I’d like to introduce you to Mr.

and Mrs. O’Malley,” Artemis said, as he set his

suitcase and laptop bag on the foyer floor.

They are the proud owners of this

quaint establishment.”

“What a fine lad and lass you have here,

Mr. Masters,” Mr. O’Malley said, handing the

room key to Artemis. “If there’s anything we

can be doing for you, please be letting

us know.”

“Thank you,” Curie said, scanning the

interior of the old house. She could tell it

wasn’t as lavish as other places they had

stayed, but it did have a certain kind of

old charm.

Mrs. O’Malley was frail looking and a bit

pallid, but Irish people were usually very fair-

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skinned. On the other hand, Mr. O’Malley was

quite a hardy man for his age.

Curie noticed lovely fresh flowers in

many of the rooms. They helped cover the

musty odor of the old house. Curie decided

she liked the place. It had a certain warmth

about it.

Nick hated the musty odor! It reminded

him of old things. Mr. and Mrs. O’Malley

seemed creepy. Plus, their accents sounded

fake, like they were trying too hard to sound

Irish. The house felt like something out of an

old horror movie. He thought he might find

eyeballs from one of the old portraits along the

walls following his every move. He glanced up

at a huge painting of a soldier. The eyes

looked real, not painted.

Mr. O’Malley noticed Curie’s laptop.

“I’m sorry, lass, but we don’t get telephone,

Internet, or cable service way out here,”

he said.

“Really?” Artemis asked. “But I made

my reservation online at your website.”


“Yes, well,” Mr. O’Malley replied, “that

computer is not here. It’s me brother’s over in

Buffalo. We use a satellite phone for people

who call in their reservations instead of

going online.”

“That’s all right,” Artemis said. “We

use a wireless satellite link for our

laptops, anyway.”

Mr. O’Malley smiled slowly. “Well,

then,” he said. “I’m sure you’d like to get to

your rooms.”

The three Masters followed their host

as he shuffled up the staircase.

These portraits were handed down

through my family for nigh onto 200 years,”

Mr. O’Malley said. “We almost lost all of them

during the great blizzard in the spring of 1888.

From what my grandfather told me, 400

people died in New York City alone.

The entire Northeast from Maryland

to Maine felt the effects of the blizzard,” he

continued. “It immobilized everyone and

everything. Winds toppled telegraph poles,

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and snowdrifts covered houses. The

snowdrifts here were up past the second-story

windows, and the roof couldn’t hold the weight

of the snow. The whole thing caved in. My

great, great, granddad rebuilt the place and

managed to salvage most of the family

paintings. We haven’t had a blizzard that bad

since then.”

Mr. O’Malley stopped at a room near

the end of the hall and unlocked the door.

“We’ll be serving dinner in about an hour,” he

said, handing the key to Artemis. “Will you be

joining us?”

Artemis started to say something, but

sneezed instead. “I think the children will be

down for dinner,” he said. “But I’m going to go

to bed early to try and head off this cold.”

“Well,” Mr. O’Malley said. “I’ll be

bringing up a fine bowl of me wife’s

homemade chicken soup for you. It will warm

your heart and heal your ills.”

“Thank you,” Artemis said.


As Nick passed by the towering

portraits, he could swear that several of the

eyeballs in the paintings were following his

every move.




“I’m telling you, there’s something odd

about this place!” Nick said, as he hung his

coat in the tiny closet in the room he shared

with his sister. “I think we’re being watched.”

“Nick!” Curie said. “Why would

anybody want to watch us?”

“Exactly!” Nick said.

“Exactly what?” Curie asked.

“Ahh! Well,” Nick said, “I don’t know

exactly yet, but I will. I just hope they make

normal food, like cheeseburgers or pizza. I

don’t want any strange stuff like haggis

or something.”


The Scots eat haggis,” Curie said,

looking at her watch, “not the Irish.

Speaking of which, it’s time to go down to

dinner. Why don’t you go ahead? I’m

going to check on Dad and make sure

he’s okay. I’ll meet you down there.”

“Okay,” Nick said. “But hurry up.

I don’t want to be stuck down there

talking to the creepy O’Malleys by myself.”

They’re nice people,” Curie said, “so

stop picking on them.”

“Yeah,” Nick said, “I’ll do that as

soon as they stop creeping me out.”

Nick headed down the stairs toward

the dining room, but thought he heard

someone talking down the hall, at the

base of the stairs, in what looked like

an office. He tiptoed in that direction

as he instinctively tried to eavesdrop

on the conversation. The door was cracked

open a couple of inches.


As he peeked through the opening,

all he could see was the back of a desk and

some blue and yellow cables hanging from it.

The funny thing was that he was hearing a TV

weather news report, but Mr. O’Malley had

said that they didn’t have cable at the house.

“Rabbit ears,” a voice behind Nick said.

Nick jerked upright. Mr. O’Malley was

standing behind him. “What are rabbit ears?”

Nick asked, trying to be nonchalant. For an

old man, he really moves quietly, Nick thought.

“Good grief, lad,” Mr. O’Malley said.

“Haven’t you ever seen an old movie where

they have a set of antennae on top of the TV?

Those are rabbit ears. They pick up the local

TV stations. Dinner will be served in the

dining room, laddie. Follow me.”

Curie knocked gently on her father’s

door. “Come in,” she heard him say. When

she peeked into the room, she saw him lying in


bed with a thermometer in his mouth. She

walked over and took it out.

“It says you have a low-grade

temperature of 100.8 degrees,” Curie said.

“It’s good you decided to go to bed early. How

was Mrs. O’Malley’s chicken soup?”

Artemis made a face. “I wish I knew,

but I really couldn’t taste it,” he said. “This

cold’s got my taste buds out of whack!”

“Well, hopefully, you’ll feel better

tomorrow,” Curie said. “But if you aren’t,

don’t worry. Nick and I can handle putting out

the SABER Sensors.”

“Are you sure?” Artemis said, seeing

the confident look on his daughter’s face.

“Okay, but I hope I’m feeling up to going with

you. I was looking forward to trekking around

on the snowmobiles.”

“Dad, what do you think about Mr. and

Mrs. O’Malley?” Curie asked.

“What do you mean?” he asked, feeling

his pajama pocket and then running his hand

over the nightstand looking for his glasses.


Curie moved them from the top of his

head down onto his nose. “Nick thinks there’s

something strange about them,” she said.

Artemis smiled. “You know Nick,” he

said. “He’s always looking for a mystery.”

Curie thought for a moment. “Yeah!

He does tend to do that, doesn’t he?” she said.

“But, sometimes, he’s right on the money. We

should probably keep a close eye on the two

of them, just to be safe.”

Nick found a seat just as Curie strolled

into the dining room. “So, what are you

children doing up here with your father?”

Mr. O’Malley asked, dumping a blob of mashed

potatoes on his plate.

“Our dad is a scientist,” Curie said.

“His specialty is weather-related disasters. He

was hired by a group of ski resorts in the area

to come up with a way to create an early

warning system for blizzards.”


“For blizzards?” Mrs. O’Malley said,

almost choking on a forkful of corn. “Why

would they be wanting to do that?” she asked.

“Well,” Nick said, preparing to sample

the slice of pork roast on his plate, “if they

know when a blizzard is coming, they can

prepare better for it, which will save them

money. They’ll be able to notify the resort’s

guests so they can get out before the passes

get clogged with snowdrifts. Then they can

reduce their personnel to minimum staffing.”

Nick noticed Mrs. O’Malley looking

over at Mr. O’Malley. She didn’t seem happy.

“Wouldn’t the resort make more money

by keeping the people stranded at the resort?”

Mr. O’Malley asked.

“What they make in money, they lose in

unhappy guests,” Curie observed. “In the long

run, that costs them money. Think about it.

If you had to pay a lot of money to sit around

for days during a blizzard and never got a

chance to go skiing, you would probably blame

your misfortune on the resort and its staff.”


“That’s not very logical,” Mrs.

O’Malley observed.

“You’re right,” Curie said. “But as my

dad always says, people are often emotional

instead of logical.”

“True,” Mr. O’Malley said. “But how

can you be detecting blizzards?”

“Actually,” Curie said, “it’s simpler than

you might think, but the cost may be more

than anyone wants to pay.”

“Yeah!” Nick said, taking a drink of hot

apple cider. “That’s why all the resorts are

banding together so they can split the costs.”

There are many factors that go into

detecting a blizzard,” Curie said. “From the

barometric pressure, which shows the

pressure of the atmosphere, to wind speed and

the amount of moisture in the clouds,

plus much more. Our dad has invented a

sensor,” she continued, “called a SABER

Sensor, or Snow And Blizzard Early

Response Sensor, that compiles all that

information with other data brought in


from satellite signals, like surrounding

weather patterns, and other stuff.”

“Tomorrow,” Nick said, “we’re going to

place the sensors in specific locations around

the area so we can run our final tests before

it’s approved for use by the resorts. The

group of individual SABER Sensors will send

their information to a computer, which

analyzes all the data to determine if a blizzard

is coming.”

“How many of these sensors will you be

putting out?” Mr. O’Malley asked.

“In order for the software to compile

the data properly, we need to have a minimum

of 24 sensors reporting back to us,” Curie said.

“Okay,” O’Malley said, putting his

napkin on the table. “You lost me at

barometric pressure.”

He stood up and pushed his chair to the

table. “You kids be careful out in that snow

tomorrow. There are a lot of dangerous things

out there, and it’s very easy to get hurt,” he

added. “Sometimes, it’s not good to be so

intrepid in your pursuits.”

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