Opie and Aunt Etta think there's something funny going on when Professor Pepper announces that he's going to raise the ghost of a dead outlawlive on stage. Can Opie cut through all t he fog to get to the bottom of the professor's plans?See the Ghost of Crookneck John! That's what Professor Pepper's sign promises, and Opie can hardly wait to see such a sight. But the unseen specter escapes from his coffin during the show, and if that weren't bad enough, the town bank is robbed too! Is Crookneck John a bandit from beyond the graveor is more than the fog being pulled over the townsfolk's' eyes? A reissue of one of Sid Fleischman's early novels.
About the Author
Sid Fleischman wrote more than sixty books for children, adults, and magicians. Among his many awards was the Newbery Medal for his novel The Whipping Boy. The author described his wasted youth as a magician and newspaperman in his autobiography The Abracadabra Kid. His other titles include The Entertainer and the Dybbuk, a novel, and three biographies, Sir Charlie: Chaplin, The Funniest Man in the World; The Trouble Begins at 8: A Life of Mark Twain in the Wild, Wild West; and Escape! The Story of The Great Houdini.
Laura Cornell lives in New York City with her daughter, Lily (first and only), but they spend much time in California, Laura's first state in her first home. She was asked to illustrate Jamie's first book, and that became ten. Lucky is the first word that comes to mind.
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There's nothing bashful about a tule fog. It'll creep inside your clothes. It'll seep through the window cracks and get right into bed with you.
When I got home from the schoolhouse on Tuesday, there wasn't a wisp of fog. I lived with my great-aunt Etta and she was waiting for me.
"Opie," she said. "How would you like chicken for supper?"
"Yes, ma'am"' I said.
"Splendid. I've got the chicken. You go out back and pluck it."
I gave a groan. She gave me the chicken. She had a way of foxing me into doing pesky chores like that.
I sat myself on the chopping stump and began to pull feathers. I passed the time thinking up names for my horse. I already had a list a mile-and-a-half long.
I didn't own a horse-yet.
But I had one promised. Aunt Etta had struck a bargain with me. When I earned enough money to buy a good saddle, she'd buy a good horse to fit under it.
The trouble was I was only ten and kind of runty in size. The older, bigger boys seemed to get all the after-school jobs around town.
"Wild Charlie," I said aloud. I liked the sound of that. A horse ought to have the exact right name. I mean, you wouldn't name a fine horse Hubert. He'd die of shame. I could see myself galloping across the meadow on Wild Charlie. But when I looked up I couldn't see the meadow. Or the trees. Or the barn. And before long I couldn't even see the chicken in my hands.
A tule fog had sprung up.
My heart gave a mighty leap. There was saddle money to be made in a good thick fog! I had already saved $2.11. But I needed heaps and heaps of money--$17.59 exactly.
I began plucking the rest ofthose feathers so fast you'd think that hen was in a rooster fight. The fog around me was dripping wet. All you needed to wash your ears was a bar of soap. Not that I had a mind to.
I guess there's nothing thicker and wetter than a ground-hugging California tule fog. Aunt Etta was always saying not to stand in one too long. You'd grow webbed feet.
I felt my way back to the house and handed the bird to Aunt Etta.
"I'll be back for supper," I said.
"Don't you got lost," she said. "That tule is so thick you'll need a compass to cross the road."
"And don't stay out too long. You'll grow webbed feet."The Ghost on Saturday Night. Copyright © by Sid Fleischman. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
THe first time i read this book was in 2nd grade. SInce then I've read it 14 times! When Opie is Delivering some oil to the barber he meets a strange man which he takes back to the man's hotel through the thick fog. The Man then gives Opie a ticket to a ghost raising on Saturday. Opie goes... you'll have to find out what happens from their for your self.