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      Copyright © Tracy Chevalier 2016

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      Cover photographs © Gary Telford/Alamy (trees); Shutterstock.com (sky)

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      Sequoia cone illustration from ‘Kunstformen de Natur’, 1889 (colour litho), by Ernst Haeckel (19th century, after) © Private Collection / Prismatic Pictures / Bridgeman Images.

      Map © John Gilkes 2016

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      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it, while at times based on historical figures, are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Source ISBN: 9780007350407

      Ebook Edition © November 2016 ISBN: 9780007350414

      Version: 2016-12-14

       Dedication

      For Claire and Pascale

      finding their way in the world

       Epigraph

      The juice of Apples likewise, as of pippins, and pearemaines, is of very good use in Melancholicke diseases, helping to procure mirth, and to expell heavinesse.

      —John Parkinson, Paradisi in Sole Paradisus Terrestris, 1629

      To the spirit bowed with affliction, or harrowed with cares, a pilgrimage to these shadowy shrines affords most soothing consolation. Behold the evergreen summits of trees that have withstood the storms of more than three thousand years! … While lost in wonder and admiration, the turmoil of earthly strife seems to vanish.

      —Edward Vischer, The Mammoth Tree Grove, Calaveras County, California, 1862

      Go West, young man, and grow up with the country.

      —John Babsone Lane Soule, 1851 and Horace Greeley, 1865

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      Epigraph

      Map

      Black Swamp, Ohio: Spring 1838

      America: 1840–1856

       California: 1853–1856

       Black Swamp, Ohio: Fall 1838

       Black Swamp, Ohio: 1844–1856

       California: 1856

       Acknowledgments

       Author’s Note

       About the Author

       Also by Tracy Chevalier

       About the Publisher

       Map

       Black Swamp, Ohio

       Spring 1838

      THEY WERE FIGHTING OVER apples again. He wanted to grow more eaters, to eat; she wanted spitters, to drink. It was an argument rehearsed so often that by now they both played their parts perfectly, their words flowing smooth and monotonous around each other since they had heard them enough times not to have to listen anymore.

      What made the fight between sweet and sour different this time was not that James Goodenough was tired; he was always tired. It wore a man down, carving out a life from the Black Swamp. It was not that Sadie Goodenough was hung over; she was often hung over. The difference was that John Chapman had been with them the night before. Of all the Goodenoughs, only Sadie stayed up and listened to him talk late into the night, occasionally throwing pinecones onto the fire to make it flare. The spark in his eyes and belly and God knows where else had leapt over to her like a flame finding its true path from one curled wood shaving to another. She was always happier, sassier and surer of herself after John Chapman visited.

      Tired as he was, James could not sleep while John Chapman’s voice drilled through the cabin with the persistence of a swamp mosquito. He might have managed if he had joined his children up in the attic, but he did not want to leave the bed across the room from the hearth like an open invitation. After twenty years together, he no longer lusted after Sadie as he once had, particularly since applejack had brought out her vicious side. But when John Chapman came to see the Goodenoughs, James found himself noting the heft of her breasts beneath her threadbare blue dress, and the surprise of her waist, thicker but still intact after ten children. He did not know if John Chapman noticed such things as well—for a man in his sixties, he was still lean and vigorous,

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