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​The Tulip and the Eglantine
 
The Tulip called to the Eglantine;
"Good neighbor, I hope you see
How the throngs that visit the garden come
To pay their respects to me.
 
"The florist admires my elegant robe,
And praises its rainbow ray,
Till it seems as if, through his raptured eyes
He was gazing his soul away."
 
"It may be so," said the Eglantine;
"In a humble nook I dwell,
And what is passing among the great
I cannot know so well.
 
But they speak of me as the flower of love,
And that low-whispered name
Is dearer to me, and my infant buds,
Than the loudest breath of fame."
 
—Anonymous
The Rose: Its History, Poetry, Culture and Classification, 1847, pp. 73—74.

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​            I became acquainted with Roseanna White at the beginning of August, when she wrote to me asking for stock images she could use in her business of creating cover art for books.  When I learned that besides crafting covers for other authors she also writes books herself, I proposed a trade: one of my books for one of hers.  I sent her Delivery Delayed and she sent me A Name Unknown, her novel of a professional thief who has been asked to determine a man's loyalties on the eve of war in 1914.  Her book is one deeply infused with its author's Christian faith.
            A Name Unknown is both a romance and an exploration of what faith might mean to people of differing life experiences.  As the story opens, the very first sentence tells the reader that Rosemary Gresham is a thief, but "a thief who preferred to work in broad daylight."  Thus, from the very start we are introduced to the protagonist as a sinner, yet we are also given a symbolic hint that privately she yearns for Light.  Thus, the stage is set for an ongoing conflict throughout the story: Rosemary's experiences with the things she feels she must do to survive in a harsh world, versus her complicated relationship with a God she fears has forsaken her.  The mysterious Mr. V. (an enigmatic figure with shades of James Bond's M) charges Rosemary with a task arguably more suited to a spy than a thief: to investigate the reclusive Peter Holstein and discover whether his loyalties lie with the country of his ancestors or the land he has made his home.  In the course of this asignment she finds herself drawn to Peter and to the redeeming powers of the Christian faith which permeates everything about him —for he is, indeed, loyal to England, but his deeper loyalty is to Christ.
            By vocation Peter is a novelist, specializing in adventure stories which might be considered Christian alternatives to Haggard's works, or pious precursors to Indiana Jones' adventures.  The scenes where Peter is contemplating his craft or considering the motivations of his characters were my favorite portions of the book; to a writer there is something very familiar about them.  An author's fictional characters become our friends as we bring them into being, and we're very protective of them.  White shows this beautifully in Peter's intense shyness about letting others see his work in progress, and the true pain he feels when his stories are criticized.  When he slowly opens up to Rosemary and willingly discusses his stories with her, it represents a deepening intimacy between them.  Every born wordsmith can empathize with a description of Peter in Chapter twenty-seven: "Writing was who he was, how he best communicated."[1]  Peter's identity as a writer is all the more important to him because he suffers from a speech impediment.  He might easily be considered an embodiment of the words of Lady Blessington: "Thoughts come maimed and plucked of plumage from the lips, which, from the pen, in the silence of your own leisure and study, would be born with far more beauty."  Peter's writings express the words his stuttering tongue is is unable to utter, and the characters in his books say the things he cannot.  Verily, he is a writer well-drawn.
            The book does take some rather broad artistic liberties, such as when characters are described as too poor to have access to paper —in an era when cheap paper had become so ubiquitous that parcels were wrapped in it.  In one scene a dozen oil lamps are used to light a single room, which would be a number sufficient to illuminate a fair-sized church given the brightness of the center draft lamps which were already becoming old-fashioned by 1914.  The scene involving an arrow would raise some eyebrows amongst my old archery club friends, and Gabriel's library school professors would doubtless have some things to say about the portrayal of historical attitudes towards women in their profession.  But, ultimately it's not a book about such things.  It's a book about faith, and about the relationships between people.
         When Rosemary enters Peter's life she plays the role of a private archivist, organizing his library.  His writing space is in the adjoining room; they are each aware of the other's close presence but there is a closed door between them.  Gradually, this and other barriers are breached; the door is opened more and more frequently, and separation becomes collaboration.  In a way, all good relationships are like this: what starts as two joins together to become one.
         A Name Unknown is the first book in Roseanna White's Shadows Over England series, and is published by Bethany House, a division of Baker Publishing Group.  It is available through Target, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and the Christian booksellers Lifeway, CBD, and Parable.
         Roseanna and I will be talking via Facebook Live on Monday, September 24th at 4 p.m.  I hope some of you can join us!


[1] I particularly smiled at this because it reminded me so strongly of something I had written about Felix in A Trip and aTumble.  Both characters are true writers down to their bones, though they are otherwise so very different.

Love's Eloquence
In dreams of thee I feel the eloquence
That floods the souls of poets half divine;
Earth blooms anew, and music makes a sense
Of glorious pain, and thought gives warmth like wine.
 
Oh, to give this to language! to distil
With wizardry the heavenly vapor fleet
And in a word, a gem, a flower, at will,
Cast it in trembling passion at thy feet.
  
—Thomas Walsh, 1900

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There are a lot of wooden ships docked at Port Townsend this weekend for the Wooden Boat Festival, and some of them are real beauties.  I really enjoy seeing them and comparing the harbor now to how it would have looked back in the 1880's when my Tales of Chetzemoka series takes place.  I can almost picture Isaac's ship Raindrop​ in amongst these tall ships and steamers; as I walked the docks around them, my mind kept juxtaposing these beautiful ships against pictures I'd seen of the other historic vessels which plied these same waters.

The Virginia V, the last of the Mosquito Fleet vessels, definitely grabbed my attention.  An interpretive sign placed on shore nearby tells her story:

The history of the Mosquito Fleet which was made up of vessels like the Virginia V​ —some bigger, some smaller— inspired the Raindrop in the Tales of Chetzemoka —Isaac's ship which does so much for the communities he visits.  The sight of hundreds of these vessels criss-crossing the inland sea every day must have been extraordinary.

Other Mosquito Fleet vessels, photographed in the late 19th and early 20th-centuries.  Images from interpretive sign at Slip Point, WA.

Waterfront on Puget Sound, 1890s. Image courtesy http://content.lib.washington.edu

​One of the things my husband and I love most about the nineteenth-century is what a dynamic time it was, with old and new technologies constantly meeting and mingling.  At the same time Puget Sound was criss-crossed by hundreds upon hundreds of steam vessels, the skies above these waters were forests of masts proudly rising from tall sailing ships.
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Tall ships on Puget Sound, 1900.  Image from Tall Ships on Puget Sound.  Images of America series.

Port Townsend in the late 19th-century.  It's so easy to picture that big steamship as Captain Kellam's Western Dawn, aboard which Jacob and Addie were married in Love Will Find A Wheel…
Image from Port Townsend. Images of America Series.

​In the twentieth-century survival bias was particularly hard on steam vessels due to the complicated and expensive nature of the technology which ran them.  By the time people started becoming nostalgic for the old steamers, many had long since been scrapped.  As the sign by the Virginia V noted, she is the last of the Mosquito Fleet vessels, the sole lonely remainder of an armada which once numbered around a thousand ships.

People have taken greater care to save, restore and replicate examples of sailing ships over the years, recognizing them as a tangible link to very old traditions.  Sailing ships are well represented at this year's Wooden Boat Festival; as always, the regal schooner Adventuress takes particular pride of place.  Originally built for an arctic expedition and launched in 1913, she still regularly sails the waters of Puget Sound.  Her mission now is "to educate, inspire, and empower an inclusive community that works to improve our marine environment and celebrates our maritime heritage."

Port Townsend, 19th-century.  Image from Port Townsend. Images of America Series

Amongst all the ships in dock I even saw a little diesel boat which —in size, at least— reminded me of Isaac's ship Raindrop:

As I looked on all these links between past and present, I couldn't shake the feeling that one class of wooden boats was missing: the elegant cedar dugout canoes which shared these waters with both steamships and sailing ships in the nineteenth-century.  They were such an integral part of life here up until the early twentieth-century, it's impossible for me to picture a history of the region without them.

Port Townsend beach, 1895 —the photo that inspired Kitty's salmon-buying scene in First Wheel in Town.  Image courtesy ​http://www.lib.washington.edu/specialcollections

Suquamish canoe, early 20th-century.  Image from a postcard from the Suquamish Museum.

Salish canoes.  Images courtesy http://www.lib.washington.edu/specialcollections

Though absent from the Wooden Boat Festival, traditional native canoes are still seen on these waters annually: every summer a gathering of different tribes undergoes a journey around Puget Sound.  Port Townsend is fortunate to be one of their stopping points.  When they stopped here in 2017 I enjoyed the unforgettable experience of chatting with a tribal elder, and at the end of July this year I watched the canoes launch from Fort Worden as they went onto the next stop on their journey.

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Canoes on Port Townsend beach, summer 2017.

Such journeys require huge commitments of time and resources from numerous individuals and groups.  I can certainly understand why people who had just completed one epic journey wouldn't want to immediately turn around and return to a place they had just visited.  Simple reasons of practical logistics explain why there are no aboriginal canoes at the Wooden Boat Festival: there's no grand conspiracy at work.  All the same, though, I do wish people would see how intertwined the histories of all these vessels are with each other.

History is a rich tapestry of different interwoven stories, yet all too often it is presented as separate, mutually exclusive threads.  Seeing historic sailing and steam vessels on Puget Sound waters without seeing the canoes which shared this inland sea with them reminds me of visiting museums where all the 19th-century western artifacts are in one room and all the aboriginal artifacts are in a completely separate space.  There's a danger in segregating history this way, because it oversimplifies the complex relations that have always existed between people.  This is not a matter of what is politically fashionable, but something far more important: a truthful representation of history.  The artifacts belong together because they existed together, as did the people who made and used them.

The history of the Puget Sound region is a history of diverse cultures and technologies meeting and mingling; to appreciate the whole tapestry we must recognize the interweaving of the threads.  By doing so we show respect to all our ancestors, and in the process gain a greater understanding of the beautiful world they created together.

And so, to all who go to see the wooden boats this weekend I issue an invitation: enjoy the elegant romance of the sailing ships and marvel at the technology of the last of the Mosquito Fleet steamships; and while you're there at the docks, don't forget to let your mind's eye add in the canoes which were part of this picture not so very long ago.

Port Townsend, 19th-century.  Image from Port Townsend. Images of America Series

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In a seaport town in the late 19th-century Pacific Northwest, a group of friends find themselves drawn together —by chance, by love, and by the marvelous changes their world is undergoing.  In the process, they learn that the family we choose can be just as important as the ones we're born into.  Join their adventures in
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A Trip and a Tumble:
A Victorian Cycling Club Story
Time for a vacation —step right up!  When Felix's newspaper sends him up to Victoria, B.C. to report on a visiting circus Ken inevitably tags along, "like a dutiful puppy", as Addie says.  Meanwhile, Jacob's sent north to Victoria as well, as an ambassador for the cycling company he represents.  Addie tells him to keep an eye on the chums, but no one ever could keep Ken and Felix from stumbling into scrapes.  When a vivacious high-society belle and a surprisingly timid circus bicyclist enter the picture, things heat up quickly. 
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Delivery Delayed:
A Victorian Cycling Club Romance
It's obvious to everyone in the Chetzemoka cycling club that Lizzie and Isaac could make each other very happy —but does anyone really listen to their friends about affairs of the heart?  A prim schoolmarm and a stoic steamship captain are hardly the people to discuss their sentiments, especially with each other.  The smallest challenges seem like huge obstacles, even with everyone else trying their best to bring them together.  When progress finally seems possible, a well-intentioned little girl steps in with the kind of help they'd be better off without.  Will the situation be resolved in time, or will Isaac ship out for good?
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A Rapping At The Door:
A Victorian Cycling Club Suspense Story
          When the delivery of a mysterious letter to Silas Hayes' mansion is followed by the arrival of a beautiful young woman who claims she can communicate with the dead, Nurse McCoy sniffs trouble in the wind. It's obvious to her that the newcomer is after Silas' fortune, but he is helplessly in awe of the medium's eerily intimate knowledge of his past and her seemingly supernatural abilities. Meanwhile, Kitty Brown's yearning to reach out to the departed spirit of her first love is making her push away her new husband, just when she needs him the most. The whole situation is a dreadful mess, and McCoy's got to straighten it all out before Silas' nephew and his bride come back from their honeymoon. Honestly, she doesn't know how any of the fools in this world would get along without her…
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Love Will Find A Wheel:
A Victorian Cycling Club Romance
"I'm sure he'll be glad you're here —once he gets used to it." 
            When Jacob Simmons arrives in Washington Territory in the summer of 1882 and receives a glacial reception from his uncle Silas, he appreciates Dr. Brown's encouraging prediction but doesn't have much faith in it.  Jacob's not even sure Silas will have time to get used to his presence, let alone consider him welcome.  If the young man can't meet the draconian requirements of a contract with his business investors, he'll face exile and financial ruin, thus fulfilling old Silas' prediction that he would be just as dismal a failure as his father.  His whole future rests on finding a market for a remarkable new machine —and he'll need help selling them.
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            Addie Kellam is an incredibly lonely young woman.  She's more comfortable with books than with other people, yet she longs for the sort of romance she reads about in stories.  It's something she fears she'll never experience herself, since even friendship seems elusive.  She envies the cameraderie her brother finds in his cycling club, but the only bicycles in the town of Chetzemoka are specifically designed for men.  There aren't any wheels for women anywhere —are there?
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First Wheel in Town:
A Victorian Cycling Club Romance​​
In the summer of 1881, a Pacific Northwest town is buzzing with curiosity over a mysterious package received by handsome young Dr. Brown. Kitty Butler, the town dressmaker, is as curious as anyone else. She only knows one thing about that crate in the post office: everyone else's guesses about its contents are all wrong. 

When Dr. Brown unpacks the crate and reveals the first bicycle the town has ever seen, he wants to share his enthusiasm for this revolutionary new piece of technology —but encounters overwhelming hostility instead of the excitement he'd expected. The only one who seems positively interested is the pretty young widow Kitty Butler, and Dr. Brown soon realizes how much he needs her support…
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Lines Written on Returning
A Lady's Violin
 
Return, sweet violin, and render
To thy mistress, echoes tender,
Born of songs I've breathed to thee:
Whisper forth in plaintive ditty,
Thrill her gentle soul with pity,
Tune her thoughts to love and me!
 
If she laugh, and cry "Oh folly!
This is but Love's melancholy,"
Then in lighter lyrics sing,
Murmuring in melodious measure,
How her heart's fairest treasure
Bounteous earth to me can bring!
 
In thy crannies I have hidden
Songs which need but to be bidden
And their notes will wake anew:
Songs to soothe her grief and sadness,
Summon mirth, woo bliss and gladness,
Songs for every season due.
 
Go, wanton in the warm caresses
Of maiden hand and cheek and tresses
Happy, happy violin!
Could I be thou when as thou liest
On her breast and softly sighest
Greater joy were none to win.
 
—Will Hill
The Cosmopolitan. July, 1895. p. 300.

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