The Tree

Tales From a Revolution: New-Hampshire

Book Cover: The Tree
Editions:Hardcover - The Tree: $ 24.99
ISBN: 978-1-942319-53-5
Size: 5.50 x 8.50 in
Pages: 218
Paperback - The Tree: $ 14.99
ISBN: 978-1-942319-35-1
Size: 5.50 x 8.50 in
Pages: 218
Digital - The Tree: $ 7.99
ISBN: 978-1-942319-34-4
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New-Hampshire, 1771: The tree of liberty sprouted well before the Revolution started...

Suddenly finding himself an orphan, Abe must quickly assume the responsibilities of adulthood. Avoiding both the grasping hands of British colonial officers and the eyes of his eccentric aunt, he finds himself caught up in a shocking outbreak of violence that will point the way to revolution.

Historical Context

Set in colonial New-Hampshire before the outbreak of the American Revolution, The Tree explores the tensions surrounding Britain's claim to valuable timber in its North-American colonies. Under the King's broad-arrow system, selected white pines were reserved for the Royal Navy's masts, restricting settlers' use of trees growing on lands they regarded as their own. Enforcement of these restrictions generated resentment and sometimes open resistance, most famously in the Pine Tree Riot of 1772 in Weare, New-Hampshire. The conflict revealed how imperial policies could transform ordinary disputes over natural resources and local authority into challenges to royal government.

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Publisher: Brief Candle Press
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Abimeal Sawyer crouched alongside the creek, scowling. He knew that he had to get water for the house, and all the way out to the creek, he'd been crunching through frozen grass, his frown deepening with every step, anticipating the sight he now beheld. 

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It had been cold enough overnight to freeze the slow-moving creek, and now he had to clear ice from the surface before he could dip out enough for his father's morning tea and their gruel. He missed his mother's cooking almost more than anything else, though of course he would never say that aloud.  

He'd had to fill in where he could for the work she did around the house, while his father threw himself into his work with more fury than he had even through the long months of his mother's final descent into weakness and death. At least she could rest in the little graveyard just beyond the boundaries of the village.    


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