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One Came Home Paperback – January 7, 2014
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An ALA-ALSC Notable Children's Book
Winner of the Edgar Allan Poe Award for Best Juvenile Novel
“An adventure, a mystery, and a love song to the natural world. . . . Run out and read it. Right now.”—Newbery Medalist Karen Cushman
In the town of Placid, Wisconsin, in 1871, Georgie Burkhardt is known for two things: her uncanny aim with a rifle and her habit of speaking her mind plainly.
But when Georgie blurts out something she shouldn't, her older sister Agatha flees, running off with a pack of "pigeoners" trailing the passenger pigeon migration. And when the sheriff returns to town with an unidentifiable body—wearing Agatha's blue-green ball gown—everyone assumes the worst. Except Georgie. Refusing to believe the facts that are laid down (and coffined) before her, Georgie sets out on a journey to find her sister. She will track every last clue and shred of evidence to bring Agatha home. Yet even with resolute determination and her trusty Springfield single-shot, Georgie is not prepared for what she faces on the western frontier.
- Reading age10 - 13 years, from customers
- Print length272 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- Grade level5 - 6
- Lexile measure690L
- Dimensions5.19 x 0.64 x 7.56 inches
- PublisherYearling
- Publication dateJanuary 7, 2014
- ISBN-100375873457
- ISBN-13978-0375873454
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“With its historical backdrop, enjoyable narrative, and endearing heroine, this will appeal both to fans of Philbrick’s The Mostly True Adventures of Homer P. Figg and Kelly’s The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate.”
Starred Review, School Library Journal, January 2013:
“Timberlake seamlessly integrates information about two significant events that occurred in Wisconsin in 1871… Georgie’s physical and emotional odyssey that occurs between those two events will linger in readers’ minds.”
Starred Review, The Horn Book, January/February 2013:
“…it’s Georgie’s voice that really brings the story to life, with its original, folksy turns of phrase and self-deprecating humor that make it as entertaining to read as a Christopher Paul Curtis novel.”
Starred Review, Kirkus Reviews, December 1, 2012:
“Georgie's story will capture readers' imaginations with the very first sentences and then hold them hostage until the final page is turned.”
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So it comes to this, I remember thinking on Wednesday, June 7, 1871. The date sticks in my mind because it was the day of my sister’s first funeral and I knew it wasn’t her last--which is why I left. That’s the long and short of it.
But surely, you’d rather hear the long than the short.
At the moment of the above thought, I stood wedged between Ma and Grandfather Bolte. Ma seemed a statue in black except for the movement of her thumb and forefinger over a scrap of blue-green fabric. Grandfather Bolte sighed, adjusting his hands on the hat he held in front of his belly. Seeing the minister on the other side of that six-foot hole reminded me that I was “sister of the deceased”--a fancy title for someone who stands quietly, holds her tongue, and maintains a mournful attitude. But I could barely stay still. I was not in this situation by choice, and wore a borrowed black dress to boot. The collar clamped to my neck and the tension of the muslin between my shoulder blades suggested that, if I let my arms fall to my sides, the dress would rip somewhere in the proximity of my armpits. So there I was, sticking a finger down my collar, holding my arms out from my sides, and the meaner part of me thinking about walking out--surely, enough is enough. But Grandfather Bolte saved me from strangulation. He unbuttoned the top button on that collar, and from somewhere deep in my depths came a patience I didn’t know I possessed. I stayed.
Don’t misunderstand me--a funeral is a funeral. Though my sister wasn’t in that pine box, a body lay in it sure enough. Remember, I told myself many times during the minister’s eulogy, and then as people started shoveling dirt into the hole, that coffined body down there is dead. That’s a d at the beginning and a d at the end. There’s no forward or backward from “dead” and no breath either--“dead,” stops a person cold. It does not make that body your sister, but it is sad, sad news.
The way I figured it, I’d survive this funeral, and then I was free to go.
My sister, Agatha Burkhardt, had run off with pigeoners--two men and one woman in a forlorn-looking buckboard. Sheriff McCabe went after those pigeon hunters, following them all the way to Dog Hollow. One week later he came back with a body.
Ma said I was old enough to face facts. So I went with Ma and Grandfather Bolte out to the McCabe stables to “identify.”
You could smell the body from outside the building.
Inside, dust hung in a twist of sunlight, an old mare stamped in a far stall, and a pine box lay on a roughly hewn table. Grandfather Bolte walked straight up to that box and slid the lid off.
I do not want to talk about what I saw. But if you’re to understand the rest, here’s what you need to know: There wasn’t a lot of body left (the sheriff said that it’d been exposed to animals). There wasn’t a face. There wasn’t a left or right hand. The body was wrapped in fabric from Agatha’s blue-green ball gown. There was a clump of auburn hair. I started to shake. I still have nightmares (that body was in an advanced state of decomposition). But I am glad I looked. I know what I saw. I also know what I didn’t see.
Grandfather Bolte put his hand to his mouth and turned away. Ma stood there, taking it all in, pausing for what seemed like months. Then she asked Sheriff McCabe for his knife. When he didn’t give it to her, she laid her eyes on him. They stared at each other for a long while, and then he pulled it from its sheath.
It was a big knife--the kind of knife with a sharp, upturned point. Ma took it, reached into that pine box, and sawed a hunk of something off.
I inhaled sharply, not knowing what she was doing.
Then her hands reappeared: the right held the knife, and the left, a fistful of blue-green cloth. I saw pleats. Ma stepped back.
“You were tracking the pigeoners when you found this?” Ma jabbed the air with the knife.
We knew he was, so the jerk of the knife panicked me a little. Grandfather Bolte tried to reach for the knife, but Sheriff McCabe held him back.
“I was on their trail,” the sheriff said.
“She still traveling with them?”
“Pretty sure she was.”
“She was shot? In the face?” The blade jerked upward.
The sheriff nodded ever so slightly. “I am so sorry, Dora.” He laid out the syllables of her name with the most tender care.
Sometimes I forget how long they’ve known each other.
Ma’s chest rose in a long breath. Then she opened up her left hand and nodded at the fabric as it unrolled. “These are my stitches,” she said. The knife dropped from her hand, planting itself in the earthen floor. “It’s Agatha. We’ll bury her tomorrow.”
The first minutes of the ride home I kept silent, but the words “bury her” compelled me to speak. I leaned over Ma, who sat in the middle of the buckboard, to speak directly to Grandfather Bolte. “There wasn’t enough of the body to be sure--altogether that body couldn’t have weighed more than two cats. You’ve got to go. You’ll find her. You should have gone in the first place.”
It was bold of me to speak so, but it was commonly known that no one tracked better than my grandfather. (Sheriff McCabe would tell you straight out that he was better at keeping the peace than tracking.) Grandfather Bolte hadn’t gone because, with the pigeoners in town, our general store had been chaotic and we were hard-pressed for help. At that point in time, Grandfather Bolte had already spent a couple of days away from the store, and if truth be told, he never thought Agatha’s life was at risk. Therefore, when the sheriff offered to chase her, Grandfather Bolte took him up on it.
That was a mistake in need of rectification.
I reached over Ma, who’d visibly stiffened, to grab hold of Grandfather Bolte’s forearm. “You have to go find her. Please, Grandfather, please.”
When I didn’t release his forearm, Grandfather Bolte put his hand on top of mine and squeezed.
“You are thirteen years. You’ll hold your tongue.”
He pointed at me. “We are blessed to have a body at all. Now, we are done talking about this. You shut your mouth or you walk home.”
Then he looked forward and flicked the reins.
I sat back in a state of shock. How could Grandfather Bolte be satisfied with what we’d seen in that pine box? I understood about Ma. When Pa left in search of Colorado gold, he wrote two letters. These came in the first six months. After that? No word at all. That was ten years ago. Pa had to be dead, but were we certain? No. Ma never did put on mourning black. It was only in the last year that Ma had removed her wedding band. So for Ma to have parts of a body wrapped in a blue-green cloth containing her stitches? Well, Ma would think Agatha was dead.
But Grandfather Bolte knew better. Had he forgotten how he taught Agatha to walk silently through a forest carpeted with leaves? Had he lost all recollection of how Agatha could read a hillside for the caves it contained? My sister climbed trees as easily as a raccoon. And there was no one better at sneaking off. I thought of all those nights Agatha slipped out of our bedroom. One morning I awoke beside Agatha and saw a fragment of dried leaf in her hair, and that was how I found out she’d been gone.
My sister would never die and then lie there. It made no sense.
I jumped off the wagon. Going that fast, I tumbled.
“Georgie!” Ma said.
But Grandfather Bolte didn’t halt the horses, and Ma didn’t tell him to stop.
When I got home, the planning for my sister’s funeral was well under way.
It doesn’t take long to bury a body when there’s need. At ten o’clock the next day, the body was in the hole, and Grandfather Bolte, Ma, and I stood listening to a eulogy by Minister Leland. No headstone--that’d come later. And despite the short notice, there was no lack of mourners--over fifty, I’d guess. But then again, there’s nothing like a sheriff returning to town with a body to spread news of a coming funeral.
Graveside, I noted that Sheriff McCabe came early and stood next to Ma. The other sight worth seeing was Billy McCabe and Mr. Benjamin Olmstead--the two rivals for Agatha’s affection--standing so near to one another. Only the four younger McCabe boys separated them. How could they be so civil after all that had happened? Mr. Olmstead was my sister’s most recent attachment. Billy McCabe was Agatha’s intended: the one everyone thought Agatha would marry.
I remembered the day I’d seen the kiss. That kiss had led to the end of everything. I was glancing out the window in Grandfather Bolte’s study as I worked on the daily accounts when I saw it. At the time, my sister was keeping company with Mr. Olmstead, so I gaped as Billy’s hand reached for Agatha’s chin, guiding her close enough so that his lips touched hers. They drew apart. Agatha said something. She squeezed Billy’s forearm, and then she left the sight line of my window. Billy smiled for a moment. Then he put a fist in the air and whooped. And as he left, he whistled. Everything about the way Billy McCabe moved--the way he stuck his hands in his pockets, the little dance step in his feet--told me he’d gained something significant. He’d won either half the world or Agatha’s heart. Since Agatha didn’t have half the world to give, she’d given her heart.
I told Mr. Olmstead, thinking he had a right to know.
At the funeral, I looked at each suitor, comparing the two of them. Mr. Olmstead owned the Olmstead Hotel. He had thirty-five years of living behind him and silk lapels crisp enough to cut butter. But Billy McCabe was considered the good-looking one. I granted Billy this: he stood half a head taller than Mr. Olmstead. As he’d aged into his nineteen years, his chest and arms had thickened so much I couldn’t call him Beanstalk anymore, and his hair had changed from corn-silk white to the color of wet sand. But those characteristics didn’t seem enough to warrant the way his grin caused chaos with every idiot girl I’d ever met.
Today tears ran down Billy’s face. What I wanted to know was this: Did he grieve because my sister was dead? Or did he grieve because something he’d been promised could no longer occur? He had walked off whistling.
Polly Barfod, a girl with thick blond braids wrapped around her head, kept her place beside Billy. She was determined to marry him, then. People described her as “sturdy.” I stared at her ankles, noted the way the laces stretched tight between shoe leather that did not touch, and thought of the way tree trunks come straight up out of the ground.
But who cared? This entire funeral was lunacy! Within a period of two weeks, Agatha had run off, a body was found, and a funeral was held. Does this strike you as reasonable? I refused to believe it.
I tried to calm myself by focusing my eyes and thoughts on the Wisconsin River, a ribbon of which was visible beyond Minister Leland. I noted the location of all that I knew to be there: the sandstone that lined the banks and piled yellow, tan, and red, like giant pancake stacks; the cave that summer visitors carved their names into; the teapot islands with pine-tree lids; and the spires that balanced rocks at their points.
Minister Leland paused from his sermonizing to read a psalm:
The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge. There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard.
Psalm 19. My sister’s favorite. Reading it was going one too far, given the circumstances. To the psalm’s meter, I kicked a trough in the dirt.
Finally, Minister Leland stopped his eulogy, men returned hats to their heads, and the shoveling began. One by one, the mourners wrapped their hands around the shovel’s handle, stuck it into dirt, and dropped the dirt into that six-foot hole. Then they passed the shovel back and came to give their condolences to the family.
Grandfather Bolte spoke with the men, patted a back, and even, at times, laughed. The women headed for Ma. Ma nodded, took a hand. I slid out of arm’s reach and listened to that dirt falling into the hole. At first, the rocks had skidded on top of hard wood, but now all I heard was hollow thumps.
When I finally looked up, I saw Ma’s left thumb and forefinger circling on that scrap of blue-green fabric: circle, circle, stop to talk, circle, circle, circle, stop to talk, circle . . .
It reminded me of that day. . . .
CHAPTER TWO
Agatha spinning. I couldn’t help but think it, seeing Ma’s thumb and forefinger working in circles on that blue-green scrap.
Hold it, I thought. I did not want to think about that--not here, not now. In front of all these people? I felt their funeral eyes on me, waiting to see how I took my grief. I looked again beyond Minister Leland at the winding Wisconsin River below and hoped for distraction.
But all that sky between bluff and river did not help. How empty the Psalm 19 firmament appeared! Only a couple of weeks earlier, someone standing in this spot would have seen flocks of wild pigeons flashing through the blue sky like schools of fish. Those pigeons were gone. They’d left their nesting for good--the nesting had broke--right before Agatha ran off.
Suddenly I was remembering that day whether I wanted to or not.
That was the day the world darkened under wild pigeons. It was the end of March. Mrs. Finister had rushed into our store all out of breath.
“Pigeons,” she said to Ma, throwing herself against the counter. “They’re coming. I never saw so many.”
Ma raced out back to gather laundry hanging on the line. Agatha bolted upstairs. Mrs. Finister stepped toward the plate glass window. I pushed past Mrs. Finister out onto the front porch.
People from Wisconsin know wild pigeons. Pigeons come every year, but because 1871 was an odd-numbered year, we had expected greater numbers: pigeons adore black-oak acorns, and black oaks drop acorns every other year. So to put it plainly, Mrs. Finister’s agitation must have meant she’d seen something unusual.
Product details
- Publisher : Yearling
- Publication date : January 7, 2014
- Edition : Reprint
- Language : English
- Print length : 272 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0375873457
- ISBN-13 : 978-0375873454
- Item Weight : 6.6 ounces
- Reading age : 10 - 13 years, from customers
- Dimensions : 5.19 x 0.64 x 7.56 inches
- Grade level : 5 - 6
- Lexile measure : 690L
- Best Sellers Rank: #89,639 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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About the author

AMY TIMBERLAKE'S WORK has received a Newbery Honor, an Edgar, and a Golden Kite Award. She’s had books on the Indie Books Bestseller list, one book was Tattered Covers’ Book of the Year, and reviews have appeared in the New York Times Book Review, The Sunday Times, The Irish Times, Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel, Christian Science Monitor, People Magazine,The Sydney Morning Herald, and also on various radio programs and podcasts. It delights Amy that the Skunk and Badger stories are being translated into fourteen languages. Also, Chicago's Lifeline Theatre has adapted both One Came Home and The Dirty Cowboy for the stage. She's received residency fellowships from Hedgebrook, and The Anderson Center.
Find out more at amytimberlake.com
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- Reviewed in the United States on January 27, 2013Format: HardcoverVerified PurchaseFrom the very first paragraph, a mystery drives the plot of One Came Home: is Agatha Burkhardt still alive? Embarking on an adventure to prove that she is, her 13-year-old sister, Georgie, ends up facing not only a host of challenges, but also herself. More Caddie Woodlawn than Jason Bourne, Georgie is a heroine we can relate to, both strong and vulnerable, smart and questioning. In her quest for the truth about her sister, Georgie learns a lot about herself and what she believes.
Set in Wisconsin in 1871, just a few years after the end of the Civil War and during the great passenger pigeon migration, One Came Home is a beautifully written novel that draws one in with interesting historic detail, poetic images, suspense, deep feeling and a good dose of humor. Despite the dead body at the beginning, the story never becomes too heavy as Georgie faces the world with wit and grit and sheds her fears and burdens along the way. I can highly recommend this book to anyone who likes good story.
- Reviewed in the United States on October 2, 2016Format: KindleVerified PurchaseA young woman goes missing in 1870s Wisconsin. She is presumed dead from scant physical evidence from a neighboring community which is retrieved by the town’s sheriff. The missing girl’s 13 year old sister refuses to believe that her sister is dead and goes on a horseback road trip that retraces the route that her sister must have taken (looking for any new clues).
This is a good story about the 13 year old’s ‘coming of age’ during her road trip. It also gives a pretty good depiction of what Midwest life was like back then.
Additionally, this story also introduces pigeoneers (a word that I never even heard of before this story). Evidentially, there were millions upon millions of wild pigeons (passenger pigeons) that came together every year to roost in the large tracts of native forests that were still standing in Ohio, Wisconsin and all across the Midwest during the latter half of the 1800s. Pigeoneers were the hunters that followed the birds to their roost and slaughtered them by the hundreds of thousands (every year) for sale as delicacies in restaurants along the East Coast. Anyway, the missing girl had run off with a crew of pigeoneers (two men and a woman).
If you read this book, I’d recommend researching Wisconsin wild pigeons on-line when you’re done with the book. It’s a tragic extinction event that American history kinda forgets about.
- Reviewed in the United States on February 18, 2014Format: HardcoverVerified PurchaseI loved this story, and could not put the book down. I read it in one sitting while on holiday. The ending could have gone either way and did not impact the story, it simply did not matter what happened to the missing girl. The real story was about the sister, the boyfriend, and growing up. The time period was an interesting choice and I learned much, as no other book talks about the flocks of carrier pigeons. Excellent read. I liked this book so well, I bought several copies to give away. It would be a good story for someone older who likes to read but can't find the time, or possibly someone in a nursing home who has trouble with adult fiction.
- Reviewed in the United States on June 28, 2016Format: PaperbackVerified PurchaseThis book is very heartwarming because it is about a girl's persistent attempt to find her "dead" sister whom she believes to be alive. This book is also filled with unpredictable choices and also surprising facts and choices. What I liked about this book the most was that it was very heartwarming. Sometimes, there would be surprising moments that would interest me more. But in the end, there is a surprising moment (I won't spoil it) that I loved the most. But on the other hand, there is some unneeded challenging vocabulary.
- Reviewed in the United States on June 13, 2014Format: PaperbackVerified PurchaseIt's 1871 and the passenger pigeons have drawn a huge crowd to Placid, Wisconsin. But when the pigeoners leave, Georgie Burkhardt's older sister Agatha leaves with them. When Agatha's family realizes she's missing, Sheriff McCabe goes looking for her. He returns a week later with a badly decomposed body with auburn hair the color of Agatha's wearing her beautiful blue-green dress. Although the body can't be identified, everyone who knows Agatha is certain the remains are hers. Except Georgie.
Before Georgie sets off to find out what really happened to Agatha she needs transportation. As it turns out, she ends up "renting" a mule from Billy McCabe, the sheriff's son and Agatha's former suitor. If riding a mule weren't humiliating enough, Georgie discovers Billy is going to be her partner on this journey. The pair have several adventures, some life-threatening, as they search for clues to Agatha's death.
Thirteen-year-old Georgie is feisty and stubborn, a crack shot, and something of a loudmouth. Cocky, handsome Billy is surprisingly compassionate and thoughtful. The two make an interesting pair in this action-filled story. An added bonus is the well-researched information about passenger pigeons and the people who hunted them to extinction.
- Reviewed in the United States on May 20, 2021Format: KindleVerified PurchaseThis was a good read. I'd use this in my English class. It would be a good introduction to ornithology and women's education in the 1800s.
- Reviewed in the United States on March 1, 2024Format: PaperbackVerified PurchaseWhile I concede it was well-written, it was a slog to the end. There are very few happy moments, much less a happy ending.
- Reviewed in the United States on September 17, 2014Format: KindleVerified PurchaseHi my name is Anna I am ten years old. I read way ahead of the level. I like the way Amy Timberlake writes.She writes really good and I know a good book.I'm giving it five stars because I love the book! It's adventurous,a little scary,exciting,and a little sad. I was on the edge of my seat! It is a good book to talk about.
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- Giles Daniel CoghlanReviewed in the United Kingdom on December 10, 2015
5.0 out of 5 stars Great book - Read aloud with my 10 and 8 ...
Great book - Read aloud with my 10 and 8 year old. They loved it - (one boy , one girl)