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The Mystery on the Great Lakes

Christina, Grant, Mimi and Papa fly the Mystery Girl, and take the mystery boat, Mimi, to all the Great Lakes on a wild and watery adventurous mystery of shipwrecks, haunted lighthouses, and island intrigue! LOOK what's in this mystery - people, places, history, and more! Facts about the Great Lakes: Geography and Topography; Size; Nicknames; Marine life and ecology; Fresh water; Percentage of the fresh surface water in the world • Types of ships that use the Great Lakes: Freighters; Cutters and Ice Breaker Ships; Schooners; Pleasure boats • Shipwrecks: The Francisco Morazan, South Manitou Island, Lake Michigan; The Lucerne, Lake Superior; Edmund Fitzgerald, Lake Superior; Environmental impact • Shipping on the Great Lakes: Shipping routes; Types of Cargo; Economic benefits • Weather on the Great Lakes

Christina, Grant, Mimi and Papa fly the Mystery Girl, and take the mystery boat, Mimi, to all the Great Lakes on a wild and watery adventurous mystery of shipwrecks, haunted lighthouses, and island intrigue!

LOOK what's in this mystery - people, places, history, and more!
Facts about the Great Lakes: Geography and Topography; Size; Nicknames; Marine life and ecology; Fresh water; Percentage of the fresh surface water in the world • Types of ships that use the Great Lakes: Freighters; Cutters and Ice Breaker Ships; Schooners; Pleasure boats • Shipwrecks: The Francisco Morazan, South Manitou Island, Lake Michigan; The Lucerne, Lake Superior; Edmund Fitzgerald, Lake Superior; Environmental impact • Shipping on the Great Lakes: Shipping routes; Types of Cargo; Economic benefits • Weather on the Great Lakes

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REAL KIDS • REAL PLACES<br />

AMERICA’S NATIONAL MYSTERY BOOK SERIES<br />

Five Alluring<br />

<strong>Lakes</strong>!<br />

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Six Sunken<br />

Shipwrecks!<br />

Twelve<br />

Captivating<br />

Caves!<br />

One Creepy<br />

Lighthouse!<br />

An Elusive Lake<br />

M<strong>on</strong>ster!<br />

CAROLE MARSH


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

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

<strong>Great</strong><br />

<strong>Lakes</strong><br />

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What I Did <strong>on</strong> My Vacati<strong>on</strong><br />

by Grant<br />

We went to <strong>the</strong> <strong>Great</strong> <strong>Lakes</strong>. It was<br />

great! If you d<strong>on</strong>’t know where <strong>the</strong>y are,<br />

well, <strong>the</strong>y are across <strong>the</strong> top of <strong>the</strong> United<br />

States, <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> border between us and<br />

Canada. If you d<strong>on</strong>’t know how to<br />

remember <strong>the</strong> <strong>Great</strong> <strong>Lakes</strong>, just think:<br />

HOMES—Hur<strong>on</strong>, Ontario, Michigan, Erie,<br />

and Superior. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>Great</strong> <strong>Lakes</strong> are so<br />

great that you really can’t see from <strong>on</strong>e<br />

side to ano<strong>the</strong>r. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>y really seem more<br />

like oceans, especially <strong>on</strong> stormy days.<br />

We went from <strong>on</strong>e lake to <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />

<strong>on</strong> a big adventure with my sister,<br />

Christina, and my grandparents, Mimi and<br />

Papa. I learned a lot about shipwrecks,<br />

sand dunes, and scary stuff like haunted<br />

lighthouses. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>Great</strong> <strong>Lakes</strong> have a LOT<br />

of lighthouses. I’m not sure how much<br />

good <strong>the</strong>y do, because <strong>the</strong> <strong>Great</strong> <strong>Lakes</strong><br />

also have a lot of shipwrecks. A LOT of<br />

shipwrecks!<br />

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1<br />

when buffaloes<br />

fly<br />

Christina wiped her mouth with a bright<br />

yellow napkin. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> spicy hot sauce from <strong>the</strong><br />

Buffalo wings stung her lips and tickled her<br />

t<strong>on</strong>gue. Her blue eyes watered until tears<br />

streaked her cheeks.<br />

Grant grinned, his mouth coated with<br />

greasy orange sauce. “<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>se are great! But I<br />

didn’t know buffaloes had wings.” Buffalo<br />

sauce covered his hands and trickled down his<br />

arms to his elbows.<br />

“Eww, Grant,” Christina said. She<br />

handed him a napkin.<br />

Mimi laughed. “Glad you like <strong>the</strong>m,”<br />

she said, “but buffaloes d<strong>on</strong>’t have wings.<br />

Buffalo wings are chicken. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>y’re named<br />

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Buffalo wings because <strong>the</strong>y were created right<br />

here, in Buffalo, New York!”<br />

Even eating <strong>the</strong> messy Buffalo wings,<br />

Mimi kept her white ruffled blouse and red<br />

suit jacket spotless. She somehow didn’t seem<br />

bo<strong>the</strong>red by <strong>the</strong> super-spicy hot sauce ei<strong>the</strong>r.<br />

Papa took several l<strong>on</strong>g gulps of<br />

lem<strong>on</strong>ade. He’d ordered <strong>the</strong> hottest hot<br />

wings, and from <strong>the</strong> look <strong>on</strong> his face, <strong>the</strong>y were<br />

fiery hot! Of course, Mimi always said he had<br />

a mouth made of stainless steel. He could<br />

eat—and enjoy—even hot jalapeño peppers.<br />

“Papa, when are we going to see <strong>the</strong><br />

Rock and Roll Hall of Fame?” Christina asked.<br />

“We’ll be <strong>the</strong>re in no time,” Papa<br />

replied, his voice hoarse from <strong>the</strong> hot sauce.<br />

“We’re just about ready to kick off our tour of<br />

<strong>the</strong> <strong>Great</strong> <strong>Lakes</strong>!”<br />

Grant and Christina often traveled with<br />

<strong>the</strong>ir mystery-writing grandmo<strong>the</strong>r, Mimi, as<br />

she did research for her books. Her latest<br />

book was to be set <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Great</strong> <strong>Lakes</strong>. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>ir<br />

grandfa<strong>the</strong>r, Papa, flew <strong>the</strong> family wherever<br />

<strong>the</strong>y needed to go in his red-and-white<br />

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airplane, <strong>the</strong> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Mystery</str<strong>on</strong>g> Girl. Mimi affecti<strong>on</strong>ately<br />

referred to him as <strong>the</strong> “cowboy pilot” in his<br />

Stets<strong>on</strong> hat, jeans, and lea<strong>the</strong>r boots.<br />

Papa took <strong>on</strong>e last gulp from his tall<br />

drink. “Once we finish lunch,” he explained,<br />

“we’re off to board <strong>the</strong> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Mystery</str<strong>on</strong>g> Girl. She’ll<br />

take us over to Cleveland and Lake Erie.”<br />

“Eeeeerie?? That’s a creepy name for<br />

a lake. Where were we earlier today?”<br />

Grant asked.<br />

“Lake Ontario,” Christina said. D<strong>on</strong>’t<br />

you remember, Papa said our route would be<br />

Lake Ontario, <strong>the</strong>n southwest to Lake Erie,<br />

<strong>the</strong>n north to Lake Hur<strong>on</strong>, <strong>the</strong>n more north to<br />

Lake Superior, <strong>the</strong>n south to Lake Michigan,<br />

or vice versa, I forget.”<br />

Grant groaned. “Well, I’m lost already.<br />

I can see I w<strong>on</strong>’t be able to write my ‘What I<br />

Did <strong>on</strong> My Vacati<strong>on</strong>’ report next year in school<br />

without a big, giant map!”<br />

“Niagara Falls sure was pretty this<br />

morning,” Papa said. He wiped a bead of<br />

sweat from his brow, still feeling <strong>the</strong> effects of<br />

<strong>the</strong> hot sauce. He grabbed his cowboy hat and<br />

fanned his face.<br />

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Mimi nodded, a tiny smear of sauce <strong>on</strong><br />

her chin.<br />

“I liked seeing <strong>the</strong> rainbow over <strong>the</strong><br />

falls and getting wet from <strong>the</strong> mist. That was<br />

awesome!” Grant said.<br />

“So, Mimi,” Grant c<strong>on</strong>tinued, “what<br />

makes <strong>the</strong> <strong>Great</strong> <strong>Lakes</strong> so great?”<br />

“Well, where do I start?” Mimi said.<br />

“One of <strong>the</strong> main things you should know is<br />

that <strong>the</strong> <strong>Great</strong> <strong>Lakes</strong> hold about 20 percent of<br />

<strong>the</strong> fresh surface water in <strong>the</strong> world!”<br />

“What’s fresh water?” Grant asked. “It<br />

must not be <strong>the</strong> water at my school’s water<br />

fountain, because it tastes old!”<br />

Mimi laughed. “No, Grant,” she said.<br />

“Fresh water is water <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> earth that is not<br />

sea water from <strong>the</strong> ocean. It’s found in lakes,<br />

rivers, streams...places like that. It’s very<br />

important for <strong>the</strong> survival of people and<br />

animals <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> earth.”<br />

DING! A text message arrived <strong>on</strong><br />

Mimi’s cell ph<strong>on</strong>e. “I w<strong>on</strong>der who that<br />

could be?” she said, and peered at her bright<br />

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

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“Oh, it’s Ichabod, <strong>the</strong> lighthouse<br />

keeper!” Mimi read <strong>the</strong> message. She<br />

frowned. “Hmm, he seems a bit worried about<br />

<strong>the</strong> lighthouse. Something about odd noises<br />

in <strong>the</strong> night. Not like him. I hope he’s okay.<br />

He’s getting older. I’m not sure how much<br />

l<strong>on</strong>ger he can traipse up and down those<br />

lighthouse steps.”<br />

Christina and Grant stopped eating.<br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>y focused <strong>on</strong> Mimi.<br />

Mimi snapped her ph<strong>on</strong>e shut. “Well,<br />

we’re set to go see him. He can’t wait!” she<br />

said with a smile.<br />

Grant elbowed Christina. She leaned in<br />

and he whispered, “Ichabod. That’s a creepy<br />

name. Sort of like that Headless Horseman<br />

dude?”<br />

“Sure is creepy,” Christina agreed.<br />

Grant shook his head bouncing his<br />

bl<strong>on</strong>de curls all around. “Sounds almost<br />

...icky,” he said, scrunching his face.<br />

Christina nodded. “And what about him<br />

hearing odd noises? I’m not sure I want to<br />

meet Mr. Ichabod after all. Or visit his<br />

haunted lighthouse.”<br />

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Christina hadn’t really wanted to go <strong>on</strong><br />

this trip to <strong>the</strong> <strong>Great</strong> <strong>Lakes</strong> with Mimi and<br />

Papa. Even though <strong>the</strong> fall leaves were<br />

spectacular hues of red, yellow, and orange,<br />

Christina wished <strong>the</strong>y’d come in <strong>the</strong> summer<br />

so she could swim. Not in <strong>the</strong> fall, when it was<br />

too cold to go in <strong>the</strong> water, at least not <strong>on</strong><br />

purpose! Now with <strong>the</strong> idea of spending time<br />

with a creepy lighthouse keeper, Christina<br />

wanted nothing more to do with <strong>the</strong> <strong>Great</strong><br />

<strong>Lakes</strong>, and <strong>the</strong>y’d hardly begun <strong>the</strong>ir journey.<br />

Papa paid <strong>the</strong> bill and <strong>the</strong>y left <strong>the</strong><br />

restaurant. So<strong>on</strong>, <strong>the</strong>y were aboard <strong>the</strong><br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>Mystery</str<strong>on</strong>g> Girl.<br />

“Where are we going now?”<br />

Grant asked.<br />

“To Cleveland, Ohio, and Lake Erie,”<br />

Papa replied.<br />

“And <strong>the</strong> Rock and Roll Hall of Fame!”<br />

Christina added. She was a true rock and roll<br />

music lover. She couldn’t wait to see all <strong>the</strong><br />

guitars <strong>on</strong> display.<br />

“So, we’re not going to see Mr. Icky?”<br />

Grant asked.<br />

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Papa laughed. “Do you mean<br />

Mr. Ichabod?”<br />

“Oops, yeah, Mr. Ichabod. Sorry,<br />

Papa,” Grant said.<br />

“We’ll see him later in <strong>the</strong> trip, Grant,”<br />

Mimi said.<br />

“Let’s get this plane up in <strong>the</strong> air!<br />

Let’s rock and roll!” Papa cried, and <strong>the</strong><br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>Mystery</str<strong>on</strong>g> Girl launched into <strong>the</strong> crisp, bright<br />

blue autumn sky.<br />

Grant played air guitar in his seat,<br />

bounding from side to side. At <strong>the</strong> end of his<br />

animated guitar solo, Grant shouted in his best<br />

Elvis Presley impers<strong>on</strong>ati<strong>on</strong>, “Thank you!<br />

Thank you very much!”<br />

He bowed to <strong>the</strong> pretend crowd that had<br />

come to hear him play, flinging his arms to <strong>the</strong><br />

side. WHACK! He accidentally hit Christina’s<br />

shoulder.<br />

“Ouch! Quit it, Grant!” Christina cried.<br />

DING! DING! A text message<br />

suddenly appeared <strong>on</strong> Christina’s cell ph<strong>on</strong>e.<br />

Who could that be from, she thought. Her eyes<br />

grew wide when she opened her ph<strong>on</strong>e to<br />

read it.<br />

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<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> text message said,<br />

Beware of Bessie, <strong>the</strong><br />

eerie m<strong>on</strong>ster!<br />

Christina immediately nudged Grant.<br />

“Look at this!” she whispered.<br />

“Who is that from?” Grant asked.<br />

Christina looked a sec<strong>on</strong>d time at <strong>the</strong><br />

message. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>re was no signature.<br />

“I d<strong>on</strong>’t know,” she replied and<br />

shrugged. “It doesn’t say. Let me see what<br />

ph<strong>on</strong>e number sent it.” Christina checked <strong>the</strong><br />

number. Her mouth dropped open. “<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>re<br />

isn’t <strong>on</strong>e!”<br />

Goose bumps rose <strong>on</strong> Grant’s arm. His<br />

big blue eyes grew wide with c<strong>on</strong>cern. “Maybe<br />

it’s <strong>the</strong> Erie m<strong>on</strong>ster?”<br />

Christina felt a chill, and pulled her<br />

sweater around her. “I sure hope not, because<br />

that’s exactly where we’re headed!”<br />

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too eerie<br />

Papa landed <strong>the</strong> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Mystery</str<strong>on</strong>g> Girl just<br />

outside Cleveland, Ohio, <strong>on</strong> a small airstrip.<br />

As Papa taxied <strong>the</strong> plane to <strong>the</strong> red<br />

brick terminal building, Grant peered outside.<br />

“Hey, <strong>the</strong>re’s Papa’s SUV,” he remarked.<br />

“And she’s got <strong>the</strong> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Mystery</str<strong>on</strong>g> Girl boat<br />

Mimi hooked up behind her and ready to go<br />

with us,” Papa said.<br />

“Are we actually going to go boating <strong>on</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong> lakes?” Christina asked. “I thought <strong>the</strong>y<br />

were big and rough, even dangerous, this time<br />

of year.”<br />

“Of course, we are!” Mimi said.<br />

“<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>re’s a lot to see <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> waters of <strong>the</strong><br />

<strong>Great</strong> <strong>Lakes</strong>, like lighthouses, sunken ships,<br />

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and islands,” Mimi said. “<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> wea<strong>the</strong>r is<br />

supposed to be nice and <strong>the</strong> seas calm.”<br />

“Okay, every<strong>on</strong>e into <strong>the</strong> SUV and we’re<br />

off to <strong>the</strong> hotel,” Papa said.<br />

“But I thought we were going to <strong>the</strong><br />

see <strong>the</strong> Rock and Roll Hall of Fame!”<br />

Christina moaned.<br />

“We are, but in <strong>the</strong> morning,” Mimi<br />

replied, rummaging around in her floppy purse<br />

for some red lipstick.<br />

Papa looked at his watch. “And judging<br />

from <strong>the</strong> time, we’d better get a move <strong>on</strong> if we<br />

want to get to our hotel before dark.”<br />

Grant and Christina piled into <strong>the</strong> back<br />

of Papa’s big grey SUV. Mimi stepped up <strong>on</strong>to<br />

<strong>the</strong> sideboard of <strong>the</strong> truck in her spiky red<br />

heels and joined Papa in <strong>the</strong> fr<strong>on</strong>t seat.<br />

Christina didn’t want to spend <strong>the</strong> night<br />

in a hotel. She wanted to go see all <strong>the</strong><br />

interesting things in <strong>the</strong> Rock and Roll Hall of<br />

Fame. She knew <strong>the</strong>re would be guitars and<br />

wild and crazy clo<strong>the</strong>s that <strong>the</strong> stars had worn.<br />

But most of all, Christina wanted to hear some<br />

music, specifically from her favorite bands,<br />

which were, well, ALL OF THEM!<br />

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Grant started air drumming. He waved<br />

his hands wildly in <strong>the</strong> air. “Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat,<br />

ka-ching!” he exclaimed, as he smashed <strong>the</strong><br />

pretend cymbal.<br />

Mimi was already busy at work, making<br />

notes, and cooking up her next mystifying plot.<br />

She pushed her gem-studded reading glasses<br />

up into her bl<strong>on</strong>de hair.<br />

Christina kept trying to picture an<br />

island <strong>on</strong> a lake, but all she kept seeing in her<br />

mind were tiny patches of land that <strong>on</strong>e pers<strong>on</strong><br />

could barely stand <strong>on</strong>. It didn’t seem quite<br />

right that <strong>the</strong>re could be islands <strong>on</strong> a lake.<br />

Christina had visited many different islands<br />

with Mimi and Papa <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir o<strong>the</strong>r trips, but<br />

those islands were in <strong>the</strong> ocean, not a lake!<br />

Grant kept thinking about <strong>the</strong><br />

mysterious text message <strong>on</strong> Christina’s ph<strong>on</strong>e.<br />

He started worrying that some m<strong>on</strong>ster in <strong>the</strong><br />

lake would eat <strong>the</strong>m—and <strong>the</strong> boat!<br />

As Papa drove around a bend in <strong>the</strong><br />

road, <strong>the</strong>y all caught <strong>the</strong>ir first glimpse of Lake<br />

Erie. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> enormous expanse of water<br />

shimmered in <strong>the</strong> late afterno<strong>on</strong> sunlight.<br />

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Christina gasped. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> lake was huge,<br />

and definitely not what she had pictured.<br />

“Papa, I thought you said this was a lake!”<br />

she exclaimed.<br />

“It IS a lake, Christina,” Papa said.<br />

“But it looks like an OCEAN!”<br />

Christina cried.<br />

“It sure is big,” agreed Grant.<br />

“Lake Erie is <strong>on</strong>e of <strong>the</strong> smaller of <strong>the</strong><br />

<strong>Great</strong> <strong>Lakes</strong>,” Mimi said. “Lake Ontario,<br />

where we just came from, is <strong>the</strong> smallest.<br />

So, Erie is <strong>the</strong> sec<strong>on</strong>d smallest of <strong>the</strong><br />

<strong>Great</strong> <strong>Lakes</strong>.”<br />

“How many lakes ARE <strong>the</strong>re?”<br />

Grant asked.<br />

“<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>re are five <strong>Great</strong> <strong>Lakes</strong>: Ontario,<br />

Erie, Michigan, Hur<strong>on</strong>, and Superior,” Papa<br />

stated. “Just think HOMES and you’ll always<br />

be able to remember <strong>the</strong>m!”<br />

“If this is small, I can’t wait to see <strong>the</strong><br />

bigger <strong>on</strong>es!” Grant shouted.<br />

Christina stared out at <strong>the</strong> vast waters<br />

of Lake Erie. She started to worry about<br />

being in <strong>the</strong> little Mimi boat out <strong>on</strong> that huge<br />

lake. Up<strong>on</strong> closer inspecti<strong>on</strong>, Christina<br />

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noticed that <strong>the</strong> lake actually had waves and<br />

whitecaps spitting spindrift. Now I’m really<br />

worried, she thought.<br />

“Looks like we got here just in time,”<br />

Papa said, his voice stern. “<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>re’s a storm<br />

coming in.”<br />

Christina and Grant looked at <strong>the</strong> sky<br />

through <strong>the</strong> car’s tinted windows. Dark clouds<br />

billowed high into <strong>the</strong> air. A flash of lightning<br />

lit up <strong>the</strong> bottom of <strong>on</strong>e of <strong>the</strong> clouds, and <strong>the</strong><br />

smell of rain filled <strong>the</strong> air.<br />

Christina said, “With that storm headed<br />

our way, I’d say it looks more like Lake<br />

Eeeeerie!”<br />

“But it is Lake Erie, so how can it look<br />

any more like itself?” Grant asked, c<strong>on</strong>fused<br />

by Christina’s statement.<br />

Christina looked over at Grant. “Two<br />

different eeries, silly,” she said. “One is<br />

spelled, e-e-r-i-e, and that means something<br />

is spooky.”<br />

“<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> Lake,” Mimi added, “is spelled<br />

differently. It’s spelled capital E-r-i-e. But it<br />

sounds <strong>the</strong> same.”<br />

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Grant shook his head and shrugged. He<br />

tugged <strong>on</strong> his ear. “It’s all ear-ee to me.” He<br />

giggled at his own joke.<br />

As so<strong>on</strong> as Papa parked <strong>the</strong> SUV at <strong>the</strong><br />

hotel, Christina and Grant slid out of <strong>the</strong><br />

backseat <strong>on</strong>to <strong>the</strong> pavement. THUMP!<br />

“Every<strong>on</strong>e, grab a bag!” Papa yelled.<br />

He had a twinkle in his eyes. “Let’s see if we<br />

can beat <strong>the</strong> storm.”<br />

“HA!” Grant yelled. “That storm’s got<br />

nothing <strong>on</strong> me. I’m <strong>the</strong> fastest bag carrier<br />

around.” He grabbed <strong>on</strong>e suitcase and Mimi’s<br />

red checkerboard overnight bag.<br />

“Are not!” Christina said, and added, “I<br />

am.” She grabbed two suitcases.<br />

“We’ll see who <strong>the</strong> ultimate bag-carrier<br />

and storm-beater around here is!” Grant<br />

yelled. He slung Mimi’s overnight bag around<br />

his neck and pulled up <strong>the</strong> suitcase handle to<br />

roll it behind him. He bolted off toward <strong>the</strong><br />

entrance to <strong>the</strong> hotel, calling out, “Look who’s<br />

winning, Christina!”<br />

Christina gritted her teeth and chased<br />

after her bro<strong>the</strong>r. “No fair!” she shouted.<br />

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Mimi and Papa followed close behind.<br />

CLICK! CLACK! Mimi’s red heels announced<br />

her entrance to <strong>the</strong> cobblest<strong>on</strong>e-floored<br />

hotel lobby.<br />

CRACK! Just as <strong>the</strong>y made it to <strong>the</strong><br />

safety of <strong>the</strong> hotel awning, a lightning bolt<br />

struck <strong>the</strong> lake, causing a tremendous flash.<br />

“Whoa!” Grant said.<br />

“Just in time,” Mimi added.<br />

“A little rain w<strong>on</strong>’t spoil <strong>the</strong> trip,” Papa<br />

said. He opened <strong>the</strong> door for Mimi. “We’ll be<br />

out <strong>on</strong> that lake in <strong>the</strong> Mimi in no time flat.<br />

We’ll ride those waves like a bucking br<strong>on</strong>co!”<br />

he shouted.<br />

“Yee-haw!” Grant yelled, and started<br />

galloping like a horse. Mimi’s overnight bag<br />

swung to and fro around his neck.<br />

<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> thought of being in a small boat,<br />

riding <strong>the</strong> waves like a bucking br<strong>on</strong>co, made<br />

Christina’s stomach churn. Up and down, up<br />

and down. Just <strong>the</strong> thought of it made her feel<br />

seasick. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> “V” word came to mind. “Uh,<br />

oh!” whispered Christina.<br />

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To squash <strong>the</strong> sick feeling in her<br />

stomach, Christina turned her focus to <strong>the</strong><br />

lake outside. Mimi and Papa chatted with <strong>the</strong><br />

desk clerk as he checked <strong>the</strong>m into <strong>the</strong> hotel.<br />

Grant suddenly appeared next to<br />

Christina. He whacked her in <strong>the</strong> leg with<br />

Mimi’s still-swinging overnight bag. “What’s<br />

THAT?” Grant shouted.<br />

Grant’s voice startled Christina, and<br />

she jumped. “What?” she cried.<br />

“THAT!” Grant pointed, his finger<br />

trembling. His face was white.<br />

In <strong>the</strong> middle of <strong>the</strong> lake, something<br />

bobbed up and down. Christina squinted to<br />

get a better look.<br />

Grant shouted, “It’s <strong>the</strong> lake<br />

MONSTER!”<br />

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truth or m<strong>on</strong>ster?<br />

Grant stood, frozen with fear, his finger<br />

still pointing out at <strong>the</strong> bobbing thing in<br />

<strong>the</strong> lake.<br />

Papa sidled up next to Grant and<br />

Christina. “Well, now if that d<strong>on</strong>’t beat all,”<br />

he said.<br />

Christina looked over at Papa. “What is<br />

it, Papa?”<br />

“I believe that’s a shipwreck,”<br />

he replied.<br />

“A shipwreck?” Christina and Grant<br />

shouted simultaneously.<br />

“Sure is,” Papa said. “<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>re are lots of<br />

shipwrecks here in <strong>the</strong> lakes. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>se waters<br />

can be very dangerous, especially in <strong>the</strong><br />

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winter. Storms have been known to come up<br />

out of nowhere, swallow ships right up, and<br />

take <strong>the</strong>m to <strong>the</strong>ir watery grave.”<br />

Christina shivered. After hearing<br />

Papa’s story about <strong>the</strong> shipwrecks, she<br />

was even more frightened to go boating in<br />

<strong>the</strong> Mimi.<br />

“Cool!” Grant said. “I’m sure glad it’s<br />

not a lake m<strong>on</strong>ster.”<br />

Papa laughed and tousled Grant’s<br />

already messy bl<strong>on</strong>d hair. “<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>re’s no such<br />

thing as a lake m<strong>on</strong>ster.”<br />

“Oh, <strong>the</strong>re just might be,” a voice said.<br />

It was <strong>the</strong> hotel desk clerk. “Sorry for butting<br />

in,” he c<strong>on</strong>tinued, “but <strong>the</strong>re’s a local legend<br />

about a m<strong>on</strong>ster named Bessie. She’s sort of<br />

like Nessie, <strong>the</strong> m<strong>on</strong>ster in Loch Ness in<br />

Scotland. Well, mariners have been seeing our<br />

Bessie for centuries, up and down Lake Erie.”<br />

Christina felt goose bumps rise <strong>on</strong> her<br />

arms and legs. She leaned over and whispered<br />

to Grant, “<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> text message!”<br />

Grant shivered, and slipped his hand<br />

into Christina’s. Her fingernails dug into<br />

his palm.<br />

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Christina’s mind raced with questi<strong>on</strong>s.<br />

Is <strong>the</strong>re really a lake m<strong>on</strong>ster? And who sent <strong>the</strong><br />

message? How did <strong>the</strong>y know we’d go to Lake<br />

Erie? Things were getting scarier by <strong>the</strong><br />

minute, and <strong>the</strong>y had barely gotten started <strong>on</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong>ir trip.<br />

CRACK! Ano<strong>the</strong>r bolt of lightning lit<br />

<strong>the</strong> sky, this <strong>on</strong>e much closer than <strong>the</strong> last.<br />

Christina and Grant jumped.<br />

BOOM! <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> roar of thunder shook <strong>the</strong><br />

building. Christina and Grant raced over to<br />

Papa. He pulled <strong>the</strong>m in close. For now, at<br />

least, <strong>the</strong>y were safe in Papa’s str<strong>on</strong>g arms!<br />

“After a good night’s sleep, you’ll feel<br />

much better,” Mimi said. She waved <strong>the</strong> room<br />

key at Christina and Grant. “Let’s go!”<br />

“And by <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> storm will have<br />

passed,” Papa added. “Let’s hope it will be a<br />

bright and sunny day tomorrow, kids.”<br />

Christina sure hoped Mimi and Papa<br />

were right, because right now she felt<br />

downright scared. Storms didn’t usually scare<br />

her, but way too many spooky things were<br />

happening all at <strong>on</strong>ce!<br />

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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 />

<strong>Great</strong> <strong>Lakes</strong><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 />

Underground Railroad<br />

White House Christmas<br />

Williamsburg<br />

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

and more!<br />

Christina, Grant, Mimi and<br />

Papa fly <strong>the</strong> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Mystery</str<strong>on</strong>g> Girl,<br />

and take <strong>the</strong> mystery boat,<br />

Mimi, to all <strong>the</strong> <strong>Great</strong> <strong>Lakes</strong><br />

<strong>on</strong> a wild and watery,<br />

adventurous mystery of<br />

shipwrecks, haunted<br />

lighthouses, and island<br />

intrigue!<br />

WORDS TO KNOW<br />

RL 3-5 007-014<br />

$7.99 US<br />

ISBN: 978-0-635-07448-5<br />

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