My brother Wilbert tells me that I was the first ever girl born in Nasel, that I was A Miracle. He tells me this as we stand at the edge of the water, on the Nasel River, watching it rush by crazily. He is trying to cheer me up.

Wilbert has found me here on the Baby Island where I have run away on account of Pappa being awful to me. Even Wilbert says it is terrible that Pappa was awful to me today, on my own birthday. Wilbert is thirteen and my favorite brother which is something indeed since I have so many brothers, more than any girl should have. My secret birthday wish is to get a sister but I don't know how likely that is.

These are my brothers:

Matti is eighteen.

Kaarlo is seventeen and one half and is really our cousin but I guess he's sort of a brother.

Isaiah is sixteen.

Wendell is fifteen.

Alvin is fourteen.

Ivan is fourteen too. He is Alvin's twin and they look as alike as two blackberries. Only Wilbert and I can tell them apart, even Mamma has trouble.

Wilbert is thirteen.

May Amelia Jackson is twelve. That is Me.

We live on the Nasel in the state of Washington. It is 1899.

Pappa is always yelling at me Don't Get Into Mischief May Amelia when all I'm ever doing is what some other boy has done first. He says that I am a Girl and because I am a girl I cannot be doing what the boys are doing, that there is danger everywhere. Wilbert tells me that Pappa has had a Hard Life. That you can see the hardness in the lines of his face, what with coming all the way to Washington after being pressed into the Finnish Navy and leaving Finland. That's why he's hard on me. But Wilbert's wrong. Pappa doesn't like little girls very much in general, and me in particular.

Mamma has a baby in her belly and Pappa said Children I sure do hope your mamma gives us another boy 'cause I don't think I can stand another May Amelia. He said this in front of all the boys, after hollering at me for going up to Ben Armstrong's logging camp by myself. I said But Ivan and Alvin go up by themselves and he said May Amelia, I will not abide any arguments.

But Pappa' I said.

Then he hollered so loud I'm sure they heard him over at the Petersen farm.

That logging camp's a dangerous place for a young girl! he hollered. I don't want you running around there, Do You Hear Me? Then his eyebrows got all fierce-looking and met in the middle and he shook his finger at me and That Was That.

I hate it when he scolds me so I ran away. I took the little rowboat onto the Nasel and went to the Baby Island and hid in the old sorcerer tree until Wilbert came to fetch me home. He's the only one who knows about the sorcerer tree. It's all hollow- like and fits a small child like me just fine.

I say Wilbert I reckon I would like to be buried in the sorcerer tree when I die, and he says Fine May but you're not likely to die anyways. You're only twelve and you hafta to be old to die didn't you know that?

I say I did but was just a-planning.

And now Wilbert is fooling around with Bosie, trying to get Bosie to jump into the water and chase after the little fishies. Bosie's a scruffy dog. His hair is missing in places from where it's been lost in fights with the mean raccoon who lives behind the milking barn.

It is starting to get hot, it being nearly June, and here on the Nasel the breeze is hiding, and the mosquitoes are trying to bite me the way Bosie is trying to bite the little fishies in the water. Bosie's a strong swimmer but the Nasel is rough, and the water is dragging him downstream.

Wilbert, I say. Fetch Bosie out before he washes into the Shoalwater Bay.

The Nasel runs into the Shoalwater Bay farther downstream and then into the wide ocean. To the south overland is the mighty Columbia River, and on the other side of the Columbia is Oregon and Astoria. Astoria is the only real city in these parts and it's a wicked place full of shanghaiers and seamen and all sorts of fancy folks, not like out here in Nasel where the only fancy thing is a new pair of shoes. At least that's what Wilbert tells me'I have never been there myself. Our Aunt Alice lives there and she is very fancy indeed. She is coming to visit on account of my birthday, and so are my Aunt Feenie and Uncle Henry. I am turned twelve this very day and I have spent most of it hiding in a tree.

Wilbert whistles for Bosie.

Bosie is not a very good fisherdog. He has caught one fish only, and a small one at that, not enough even for a small child's supper. When he gets out of the water he shakes his scruffy fur and gets Wilbert all wet.

Stop It Bosie! Wilbert yells.

Wilbert scowls fiercely and the scar crinkles under his eye from where Kaarlo decked him in a fight.

Let's try and fish, I say. We can get some salmon and surprise Mamma.

Now that Mamma has a baby in her belly she is worn out all the time so I have to help her a lot around the house with the cooking and just about everything. That is why I hope the new baby will be a girl. Then all the hard work will be worth it.

Not to mention I sure am tired of being the only girl around here.

The Baby Island is a very small island in the middle of the Nasel River down from our farm. When I was a small child, I used to believe it was where all the babies came from on account of its name. It's a good place for fishing even though it is where the Chinooks bury their dead. I have never seen a dead Indian here but I expect they keep them hid. Those Indians sure are clever.

Wilbert swears to me that the Baby Island is accursed on account of the Chinook spirits that wander there but I think he is only just scared and he calls things names when he is scared of them. He tells me our teacher Miss McEwing is a Witch and she is the most loveliest woman I have ever seen. Why she is sweet and nice and kind to us children, not at all like old Mr. Barton who used to whip our hands with pine branches. No indeed. Miss McEwing even lets us take off our wet clothes and sit by the potbelly stove to dry off when the weather is bad which is almost always it seems.

Wilbert doesn't like studies and cannot speak English very well, only Finnish, and Miss McEwing is always correcting him, saying Speak English Wilbert Jackson. Mamma says all us children must learn to speak English or else we will always have trouble even though she and Pappa speak mostly Finnish. Nearabout everyone around here speaks Finnish. Our real last name is Juntilla, but when Pappa came over from Finland, they said it would be better for him if he had an American name and that is why we are Jacksons.

Wilbert has a hard time with the English and one time he peeked at my answer sheet when Miss McEwing was clear across the room looking the other way. No Wandering Eyes Wilbert Jackson, she said and ever since then Wilbert has been convinced that Miss McEwing is a Witch.

Even though Wilbert gets scared it is okay because he is only afraid of Miss McEwing and the Chinook spirits on the Baby Island. Nothing else scares him, not even Pappa's belt. He has come all the way to the Baby Island which he thinks is cursed to find me, May Amelia, a no-good girl.

I have plenty of brothers but only one Wilbert.

We go to the part of the island where the water is slow, where the fishies are fat and lazy. The breeze blows gently here and I think it is not a bad thing after all to be spending my birthday fishing with Wilbert. There is nothing I like better.

My line is in the water and right away it seems I feel a tug. The line tugs hard and I tug back. A salmon's silky fin slip-slides in the water.

I got one Wilbert! I yell.

Hold on May, he says and drops his own line and runs over. He helps grab the pole but the salmon is strong. It's pulling hard and Bosie's barking and barking and then all of a sudden Bosie jumps into the water and bites my fish.

Bosie Let Go! Wilbert and I say together.

The foregoing is excerpted from Our Only May Amelia by Jennifer L Holm. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced without written permission from HarperCollins Publishers, 1350 Avenue of the Americas, NY, NY 10019

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