Chapters (49)
- Cover
- Farewell Summer
- Dedication
- CONTENTS
- Almost Antietam
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Shiloh and Beyond
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Appomattox
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Afterword
- FAREWELL SUMMER
- Also By Ray Bradbury
- Copyright
- About The Publisher
‘Well, if you won’t, I will,’ said Grandpa. ‘He feels poorly enough to stay home from school. It’s not often Tom feels poorly. He’s usually so full of pep and energy, I rarely see him when he isn’t running. You have any idea about his affliction, Doug?’
‘No, sir,’ said Doug.
‘I would hate to contradict you, boy, but I think you do know. But wait for me to add up all the other clues. I got a list here of the boys in your group, the ones I regularly see running under the apple trees, or climbing in them, or kicking the can down the street. They’re usually the ones with firecrackers in one hand and a lit match in the other.’
At this Douglas shut his eyes and swallowed hard.
‘I made it my business,’ said Grandpa, ‘to call the homes of all those boys and, strange to say, they’re all in bed. That seems most peculiar, Doug. Can you give me any reason why? Those boys are usually like squirrels on the sidewalk, you can’t see ’em they move so fast. But they’re all feeling sick, sleeping late. How about you, Doug?’
‘I’m fine.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘You don’t look so fine to me. In fact, you look a little bit under the weather. Taking that together with the boys missing school and Tom feeling poorly and here you are, looking kind of pale around the gills, I figure there must have been some great commotion somewhere last night.’
Grandpa stopped and picked up a piece of paper he’d been holding on his lap.
‘I got a phone call a little earlier from the courthouse clerk. It seems they found a whole lot of fire–cracker paper somewhere in the City Hall this morning. Now that is a most peculiar place to find burnt firecracker paper. The clerk told me they’re going to have to do quite a lot of repairs in City Hall. They don’t say quite what it is they have to fix, but the bill is sizeable and I figure if we apportion it out to various homesteads in the town, it will come to about …’ Here Grandpa put his glasses back on his fine big nose before continuing. ‘… $70.90 per homestead. Now, most of the people I know around here don’t have that kind of money. In order to get it, the people in those homes will have to work quite a few days or maybe weeks or, who knows, months. Would you like to see the list of repairs that have to be done in City Hall, Doug? I’ve got it right here.’
‘I don’t think so,’ said Doug.
‘I think you’d better look and study, boy. Here goes.’ He handed the piece of paper to Doug.