The Mystery on the Underground Railroad

One secret quilt, two magic johnnycakes, three wishes for good luck, tons of trouble and seconds to escape! The Underground Railroad is not a real train, you know? It's a fascinating period of history and mystery filled with legend and lore. Come along for the ride of a lifetime through this incredible tale of a time when heroes could be found in the most unlikely places. From the Deep South all the way to the North, things aren't what they seem. Secrets are essential. Keep a sharp eye! Help the next one along. Be brave! Courage is the ticket to freedom. Can you "Read" a quilt? Come along with me, and I'll tell you all about it.

One secret quilt, two magic johnnycakes, three wishes for good luck, tons of trouble and seconds to escape! The Underground Railroad is not a real train, you know? It's a fascinating period of history and mystery filled with legend and lore. Come along for the ride of a lifetime through this incredible tale of a time when heroes could be found in the most unlikely places. From the Deep South all the way to the North, things aren't what they seem. Secrets are essential. Keep a sharp eye! Help the next one along. Be brave! Courage is the ticket to freedom. Can you "Read" a quilt? Come along with me, and I'll tell you all about it.


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<strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

<strong>Underground</strong><br />


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about <strong>the</strong> characters<br />

Christina<br />

Yo<strong>the</strong>r<br />

Age 9<br />

Grant<br />

Yo<strong>the</strong>r<br />

Age 7<br />

Clair<br />

Coffer<br />

Age 13<br />

Miles<br />

Coffer<br />

Age 11<br />


Imagine . . . <strong>on</strong>ly a dolly for a friend.<br />


1<br />

you have<br />

mystery mail<br />

Christina was doing a stellar job helping her<br />

Grandmo<strong>the</strong>r Mimi when <strong>the</strong> intriguing e-mail<br />

invitati<strong>on</strong> arrived. Grant was also being a big help<br />

by stuffing <strong>the</strong> giant pile of newspaper clippings,<br />

scattered across Mimi’s desk, back into <strong>the</strong> correct<br />

color-coded folders.<br />

Christina Yo<strong>the</strong>r, 9, a fourth-grader in<br />

Peachtree City, Georgia, her bro<strong>the</strong>r Grant, 7, and<br />

Mimi stood staring at <strong>the</strong> new message <strong>on</strong> Mimi’s<br />

office computer screen. Suddenly, Mimi’s 122<br />

unread e-mails were completely forgotten.<br />

Dear Aunt Mimi:<br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> Nati<strong>on</strong>al Park Service,<br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> Nati<strong>on</strong>al Museum of American<br />

History, Professor William B. Still and<br />


I invite Christina and Grant to ride<br />

<strong>the</strong> Freedom Road <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> U.R.R. We’ll<br />

be pulling into Baltimore next<br />

Tuesday to pick up four passengers.<br />

We’ll rendezvous with you and <strong>the</strong><br />

o<strong>the</strong>r VIPs in Philly for <strong>the</strong> formal<br />

ribb<strong>on</strong> cutting <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> Fourth of July.<br />

Priscilla :-)<br />

Assistant Curator<br />

Next Tuesday? <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> notice was short but<br />

Christina knew that didn’t really matter to her<br />

Grandmo<strong>the</strong>r Mimi. She was not like most<br />

grandmo<strong>the</strong>rs. She wasn’t really like a<br />

grandmo<strong>the</strong>r at all. She had bl<strong>on</strong>d hair, wore trendy<br />

clo<strong>the</strong>s, was CEO of her own company, and traveled<br />

all around <strong>the</strong> country!<br />

Mimi tapped <strong>the</strong> message <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> screen with<br />

her pink fingernail as she thought about it.<br />

“Hmmm,” she said. “This just needs some<br />

organizati<strong>on</strong> and acti<strong>on</strong>, but what an adventure this<br />

could be!” Mimi typed a reply, <strong>the</strong>n reached for her<br />

cell ph<strong>on</strong>e.<br />

Christina was nearly bursting with<br />

questi<strong>on</strong>s. “Mimi, is this a good time to ask<br />

questi<strong>on</strong>s?”<br />


“You bet!” said Mimi, stroking her<br />

granddaughter’s soft, chestnut-colored hair. “I<br />

always have time for questi<strong>on</strong>s!”<br />

But Christina shocked her grandmo<strong>the</strong>r by<br />

reeling out a string of questi<strong>on</strong>s: “Why does <strong>the</strong> e-<br />

mail say Nati<strong>on</strong>al Museum of American History? Is<br />

this <strong>the</strong> same U.R.R. we learned about in school?<br />

Did Cousin Priscilla get a new job? Isn’t that<br />

museum in Washingt<strong>on</strong>, DC? What exactly is <strong>the</strong><br />

Freedom Road? Does this mean we’ll all be toge<strong>the</strong>r<br />

for a Philadelphia Fourth of July celebrati<strong>on</strong>? Are<br />

you a VIP?”<br />

“Whoa! Good questi<strong>on</strong>s!” said Mimi. “Let’s<br />

start at <strong>the</strong> end and work our way forward. It’s<br />

important to remember that every<strong>on</strong>e we meet is a<br />

very important pers<strong>on</strong> (VIP) and should be treated<br />

with courtesy and respect. Yes, this means we will<br />

all be in Philadelphia for <strong>the</strong> Fourth of July. So<br />

much of America’s history happened <strong>the</strong>re that it’s<br />

<strong>on</strong>e of my favorite places to be!”<br />

Mimi took a deep breath and c<strong>on</strong>tinued<br />

answering Christina’s many questi<strong>on</strong>s. “Freedom<br />

Road is a new mobile American History museum.<br />

Priscilla is still a w<strong>on</strong>derful fourth grade history<br />

teacher and marath<strong>on</strong>er! She has worked at <strong>the</strong><br />

museum every summer since she was in high<br />


school. Papa and I have been helping with <strong>the</strong><br />

research for this new museum-<strong>on</strong>-wheels, so we’ve<br />

been invited to <strong>the</strong> ribb<strong>on</strong>-cutting for Freedom<br />

Road’s official Grand Opening.”<br />

Mimi paused for ano<strong>the</strong>r breath and added,<br />

“By <strong>the</strong> way, c<strong>on</strong>gratulati<strong>on</strong>s <strong>on</strong> remembering! It is<br />

<strong>the</strong> very same U.R.R. you learned about in school.”<br />

Mimi looked down at Grant who was still<br />

staring at <strong>the</strong> screen with a perplexed expressi<strong>on</strong>.<br />

He looked serious. “Everything okay, Grant?” asked<br />

Mimi.<br />

Perched <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> edge of her office chair, with<br />

his legs swinging high above <strong>the</strong> floor, Grant looked<br />

very small. His blue eyes seemed <strong>the</strong> biggest part<br />

of him. He looked up. “Well for <strong>on</strong>e thing, I haven’t<br />

studied U.R.R. or urrrrr. Or however you say it! Is<br />

it like grrrr? I happen to know a lot about grrrr.<br />

Grrrr could be a bear or an angry dog. Papa told me<br />

that I’m supposed to remain as ‘still as a statue’ if I<br />

hear that sound. I still have a questi<strong>on</strong>. It might<br />

sound dumb, but we haven’t covered all <strong>the</strong> things in<br />

my grade that Christina knows.”<br />

“What’s that?” asked Mimi. “<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>re are no<br />

dumb questi<strong>on</strong>s, you know.”<br />

Grant quietly asked, “Mimi, what is U.R.R.?”<br />


His grandmo<strong>the</strong>r squeezed his small tense<br />

shoulder and smiled. “Grant, that’s a w<strong>on</strong>derful<br />

questi<strong>on</strong>! It stands for <strong>the</strong> <strong>Underground</strong> <strong>Railroad</strong>.<br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>Underground</strong> <strong>Railroad</strong> didn’t have railroad cars<br />

or rails. It had people. It was a top secret<br />

organizati<strong>on</strong> of people, both black and white, who<br />

risked <strong>the</strong>ir lives to help slaves escape from<br />

Sou<strong>the</strong>rn states, where slavery was allowed, to<br />

freedom in <strong>the</strong> North.”<br />

Since Grant still looked c<strong>on</strong>fused, Mimi<br />

c<strong>on</strong>tinued her explanati<strong>on</strong>. “Some people say that<br />

<strong>the</strong> <strong>Underground</strong> <strong>Railroad</strong> really began in <strong>the</strong> 1700s<br />

when slaves were brought to America from Africa.<br />

O<strong>the</strong>r people say it began about 1830 when it got an<br />

official name. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> railroad was spoken of in hopeful<br />

whispers and hidden in s<strong>on</strong>gs that were sung across<br />

<strong>the</strong> plantati<strong>on</strong>s. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> organizati<strong>on</strong> had its own<br />

secret language, clues, and codes. Even today <strong>the</strong><br />

story of <strong>the</strong> slaves’ escape to freedom is filled with<br />

myths and mystery.”<br />

Grant still looked c<strong>on</strong>cerned. Mimi asked,<br />

“Are you still worried about something?”<br />

Grant looked at this grandmo<strong>the</strong>r<br />

thoughtfully. “If we’re going to be traveling under<br />

<strong>the</strong> ground, will Priscilla bring <strong>the</strong> flashlights, or<br />

should we each bring our own?”<br />


2<br />

porch swing<br />

things<br />

It had been ano<strong>the</strong>r busy day. Mimi stepped<br />

out <strong>on</strong> her wide, fr<strong>on</strong>t porch, kicked off her shoes,<br />

and plopped down into her favorite white, wicker<br />

rocking chair. She planned to spend a few quiet<br />

minutes rocking, reading her mail, listening to <strong>the</strong><br />

birds sound <strong>the</strong>ir evening chirps, and watching <strong>the</strong><br />

golden glow of <strong>the</strong> summer sun setting over her two<br />

big magnolia trees laden with white, fragrant,<br />

blossoms <strong>the</strong> size of dinner plates.<br />

She got to enjoy that peaceful experience for<br />

about 45 w<strong>on</strong>derful sec<strong>on</strong>ds before being interrupted.<br />

A car pulled into her driveway and family poured out.<br />

“Mimi! Mimi!” shouted Grant and Christina. “Want<br />

to go for a swim? It’s not dark yet!”<br />

“Thank you, but not right now, tadpoles,”<br />

answered Mimi. “You are welcome to sit here with<br />


me. We can talk a little bit about your trip to<br />

Baltimore and <strong>the</strong> <strong>Underground</strong> <strong>Railroad</strong>.”<br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>y both climbed into <strong>the</strong> chair beside her.<br />

“Ok, Mimi,” answered Christina, “but I have<br />

to tell you that talking is usually not nearly as much<br />

fun as swimming.”<br />

“Did I ever tell you two that if Papa and I had<br />

been living 150 years ago, we would have been<br />

aboliti<strong>on</strong>ists?” Mimi asked.<br />

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”<br />

asked Grant.<br />

“Why are you telling us now? Is some<strong>on</strong>e<br />

going to ask us about this in Baltimore <strong>on</strong> Tuesday?”<br />

asked Christina.<br />

“Good questi<strong>on</strong>s,” Mimi answered. “I’m<br />

telling you now so you’ll remember that an<br />

aboliti<strong>on</strong>ist was a pers<strong>on</strong> who believed slavery was<br />

wr<strong>on</strong>g and should be ended.”<br />

“Ok, but why is this important for our trip,<br />

Mimi?” Christina asked again.<br />

“It’s important, Christina, because <strong>the</strong> Civil<br />

War and <strong>the</strong> <strong>Underground</strong> <strong>Railroad</strong> were such<br />

turning points in America’s history. Before your<br />

trip begins, you are going to need to know how <strong>the</strong><br />

slavery story began in America,” Mimi said.<br />

“Is this a less<strong>on</strong> or a story?” Christina asked.<br />


Mimi gave <strong>the</strong>m both a big squeeze, until<br />

<strong>the</strong>y squealed, and said, “It’s a story with a less<strong>on</strong>!<br />

D<strong>on</strong>’t worry. I’ll give you <strong>the</strong> short versi<strong>on</strong>.”<br />

Mimi began: “In 1719, 600 Africans were<br />

taken against <strong>the</strong>ir will and brought to America and<br />

sold as slaves to work <strong>on</strong> plantati<strong>on</strong>s–large farms–in<br />

<strong>the</strong> South. That was <strong>the</strong> beginning of more than<br />

100 years of slavery in America.”<br />

“<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> life of a plantati<strong>on</strong> slave was very<br />

difficult,” she c<strong>on</strong>tinued. “Field hands–including<br />

children–worked as l<strong>on</strong>g as 15 hours a day. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>ir<br />

homes were often small crowded huts or shacks.<br />

Slaves were usually given very little food and<br />

clothing from <strong>the</strong>ir owners.”<br />

Mimi sighed. “Slaves could be sold<br />

whenever <strong>the</strong>ir owners chose to do so. Men,<br />

women, and children could be taken from <strong>the</strong>ir<br />

families and separated at any time. Slaves were<br />

placed <strong>on</strong> an aucti<strong>on</strong> block to be sold to <strong>the</strong> highest<br />

bidder. Buyers were <strong>on</strong>ly interested in <strong>the</strong><br />

str<strong>on</strong>gest slaves because <strong>the</strong>y could do <strong>the</strong> most<br />

heavy work in <strong>the</strong> fields. Family members could be<br />

sold to different owners and perhaps never see <strong>on</strong>e<br />

ano<strong>the</strong>r again.”<br />

“L<strong>on</strong>g days, hard work, disease, and bad<br />

wea<strong>the</strong>r often made plantati<strong>on</strong> life <strong>on</strong>e of misery.<br />


<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> crops most often grown <strong>on</strong> plantati<strong>on</strong>s were<br />

rice, cott<strong>on</strong>, and tobacco. Even <strong>the</strong> youngest slave<br />

children had to work in <strong>the</strong> fields–dawn to dusk!”<br />

“<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>Underground</strong> <strong>Railroad</strong> was a way for<br />

slaves to escape this misery and hopefully have a<br />

better life,” Mimi c<strong>on</strong>cluded.<br />

“When did slavery end, Mimi?” asked Christina.<br />

“Not for a very l<strong>on</strong>g time,” Mimi replied. “In<br />

America, it ended in 1863. That’s when <strong>the</strong><br />

Emancipati<strong>on</strong> Proclamati<strong>on</strong> was issued by U.S.<br />

President Abraham Lincoln.”<br />

“Slavery was awful!” said Christina. “I’m<br />

glad we d<strong>on</strong>’t have slaves today.”<br />

“Me too!” said Grant.<br />

Mimi looked sad. “In some places in <strong>the</strong><br />

world, slavery still exists–even today!”<br />


Mexico<br />

Canada<br />

Approximate<br />

<strong>Underground</strong><br />

<strong>Railroad</strong><br />

Routes<br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>se routes<br />

were used by slaves<br />

to escape to freedom.<br />

Destinati<strong>on</strong>s included<br />

Bost<strong>on</strong>, New York,<br />

Philadelphia, Florida, Ohio,<br />

Illinois, and Michigan in <strong>the</strong><br />

U.S. Many slaves c<strong>on</strong>tinued<br />

<strong>on</strong> to Canada, Mexico and<br />

<strong>the</strong> Caribbean.<br />


3<br />

baltimore or<br />

bust<br />

Tuesday morning, Uncle Michael, Christina,<br />

Grant, and Mimi raced toward Hartsfield<br />

Internati<strong>on</strong>al Airport, <strong>the</strong> busiest in <strong>the</strong> nati<strong>on</strong>, in<br />

Atlanta. Papa, <strong>the</strong>ir grandfa<strong>the</strong>r, was taking <strong>the</strong>m<br />

so <strong>the</strong>y didn’t have to leave a car and “pay through<br />

<strong>the</strong> nose.” He liked to be frugal with his m<strong>on</strong>ey.<br />

Grant thought of some<strong>on</strong>e paying a parking<br />

bill through <strong>the</strong>ir nose, and snickered. Papa was<br />

always saying things that Grant didn’t understand<br />

yet. His grandfa<strong>the</strong>r had lots and lots of opini<strong>on</strong>s.<br />

He had opini<strong>on</strong>s <strong>on</strong> everything, even opini<strong>on</strong>s. Papa<br />

never seemed to run out of things to say.<br />

“In my opini<strong>on</strong>,” Papa suddenly said, “we<br />

should stop here and use curbside check-in, so we<br />

d<strong>on</strong>’t have to pull into <strong>the</strong> pay parking lot.” Grant<br />

knew that meant <strong>the</strong>y were going to stop <strong>the</strong> car<br />

right now, and every<strong>on</strong>e needed to pile out as<br />


quickly as possible. Papa wanted to be out of <strong>the</strong>re<br />

before <strong>the</strong> policeman walking <strong>the</strong>ir way could tell<br />

him to “Move al<strong>on</strong>g, please, sir!” or “You can’t park<br />

here!” Something about <strong>the</strong> policeman saying that<br />

always made Papa grumble and even say grrrrr!<br />

Mimi had suggested that <strong>the</strong>y all fly to<br />

Baltimore toge<strong>the</strong>r and asked Papa to see about<br />

getting a refund <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir tickets to Philadelphia. He<br />

said, “By <strong>the</strong> time <strong>the</strong>y charge us for changes, <strong>the</strong>re<br />

w<strong>on</strong>’t be any refund at all. That’s just throwing good<br />

m<strong>on</strong>ey after bad!” Grant had no idea why <strong>the</strong><br />

tickets to Philadelphia were paid for with bad<br />

m<strong>on</strong>ey. And how did his grandfa<strong>the</strong>r even know <strong>the</strong><br />

difference between good m<strong>on</strong>ey and bad m<strong>on</strong>ey?<br />

In <strong>the</strong> end Mimi worked it all out. She talked<br />

Uncle Michael into making his business trip to New<br />

York with a short stop in Baltimore. Papa like <strong>the</strong>ir<br />

plan because <strong>the</strong>y could “kill two birds with . . .”<br />

Every<strong>on</strong>e finished that opini<strong>on</strong> for him, shouting, “With<br />

<strong>on</strong>e st<strong>on</strong>e!” <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>n <strong>the</strong>y all laughed. Every<strong>on</strong>e knew<br />

that it was <strong>on</strong>e of Papa’s all-time favorite sayings.<br />

Mimi was <strong>the</strong> first <strong>on</strong>e out of <strong>the</strong> car. She<br />

left Papa grumbling about “paying through <strong>the</strong><br />

nose” for airline tickets and being accused of<br />

“parking” when any<strong>on</strong>e could clearly see that he<br />


was <strong>on</strong>ly “pausing.” He agreed to circle <strong>the</strong> airport<br />

<strong>on</strong>ce and pick Mimi up in five minutes.<br />

Mimi and Christina ran to buy magazines,<br />

peanut butter crackers, Junior Mints, and o<strong>the</strong>r<br />

essential airline survival stuff. After a lot of<br />

slobbery hugs and kisses (Grant’s opini<strong>on</strong>), Mimi<br />

slipped a bright red plastic whistle <strong>on</strong> a red, white<br />

and blue shoelace around his neck. “If you need me<br />

just whistle and I’ll come running,” she whispered in<br />

Grant’s ear. “I’ll see you in Philly <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> fourth!”<br />

Usually it was Uncle Michael who gave him<br />

weird, neat stuff that “might come in handy.” Grant<br />

still had <strong>the</strong> small pen flashlight, safely tucked into<br />

his backpack, that Uncle Michael had given him a<br />

few m<strong>on</strong>ths ago.<br />

“Listen to your cousin Priscilla and take good<br />

care of Grant,” Mimi told Christina, giving her a big<br />

hug and slipping extra m<strong>on</strong>ey into her pocket, just in<br />

case of “emergencies.”<br />

“You can count <strong>on</strong> me,” Christina said in a<br />

c<strong>on</strong>fident voice. “You better hurry, Mimi, or Papa<br />

will be having words with ano<strong>the</strong>r airport<br />

policeman!” Christina was pretending to be very<br />

grownup and brave. Mimi was pretending not to<br />

notice that she was pretending.<br />


“All aboard for Baltimore, Maryland and <strong>the</strong><br />

<strong>Underground</strong> <strong>Railroad</strong>!” boomed Uncle Michael in<br />

his best Papa voice.<br />

“Shhh! Uncle Michael!” Grant whispered.<br />

“Our destinati<strong>on</strong> is supposed to be top secret!”<br />


12<br />

Read ‘em all!<br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Mystery</str<strong>on</strong>g> of...<br />

Alamo Ghost<br />

Biltmore House<br />

Blackbeard <strong>the</strong> Pirate<br />

California Missi<strong>on</strong> Trail<br />

Cape Cod<br />

Chocolate Town<br />

Counterfeit C<strong>on</strong>stituti<strong>on</strong><br />

Death Valley<br />

Devils Tower<br />

Disney World<br />

Fort Sumter<br />

Freedom Trail<br />

Gold Rush<br />

Golden Gate Bridge<br />

Grand Cany<strong>on</strong><br />

Graveyard of <strong>the</strong> Atlantic<br />

Great Lakes<br />

Haunted Ghost Town<br />

Hawaii<br />

Hoover Dam<br />

Iditarod Trail<br />

Jamestown<br />

Kentucky Derby<br />

Kill Devil Hills<br />

Liberty Bell<br />

Lost Col<strong>on</strong>y<br />

Missing Dinosaur<br />

Mount Rushmore<br />

Mount Vern<strong>on</strong><br />

New York City<br />

Niagara Falls<br />

Oreg<strong>on</strong> Trail<br />

Rocky Mountains<br />

Smoky Mountains<br />

Space Center Houst<strong>on</strong><br />

St. Louis Arch<br />

<strong>Underground</strong> <strong>Railroad</strong><br />

White House Christmas<br />

Williamsburg<br />

Yellowst<strong>on</strong>e Nati<strong>on</strong>al Park<br />

and more!<br />

Grant and Christina travel<br />

from Baltimore to<br />

Philadelphia to learn about<br />

<strong>the</strong> <strong>Underground</strong> <strong>Railroad</strong><br />

and run into a perplexing<br />

mystery involving a<br />

museum <strong>on</strong> wheels, a<br />

missing professor, a<br />

genuine slave journal,<br />

codes <strong>on</strong> quilts, some hightech<br />

history, and more!<br />


RL 3-5 007-014<br />

$7.99 US<br />

ISBN: 978-0-635-02109-0<br />

5 0 7 9 9<br />

9 780635 021090<br />

7 10430 02191 8<br />

www.carolemarshmysteries.com<br />


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