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An illustrated edition of the Newberry Medal–winning Caddie Woodlawn, which has been captivating young readers since 1935.

Caddie Woodlawn is a real adventurer. She'd rather hunt than sew and plow than bake, and tries to beat her brother's dares every chance she gets. Caddie is friends with Indians, who scare most of the neighbors—neighbors who, like her mother and sisters, don't understand her at all.

Caddie is brave, and her story is special because it's based on the life and memories of Carol Ryrie Brink's grandmother, the real Caddie Woodlawn. Her spirit and sense of fun have made this book a classic that readers have taken to their hearts for more than seventy years.
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Carol Ryrie Brink was the author of many books for young readers, including Caddie Woodlawn's Family, the companion volume to Caddie Woodlawn, and Baby Island.

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Caddie Woodlawn - Carol Ryrie Brink

To Gram whose tales of her childhood in Wisconsin gave a lonely little girl many happy hours

Author’s Note

Twelve miles south of Menomonie, Wisconsin, there is a pretty wayside park named in honor of Caddie Woodlawn. In it you may picnic or rest or enter a small gray house and see exactly where Caddie and Tom and Warren once lived. You may follow a trail out to Chimney Bluffs or go to the river where the Little Steamer used to dock in the days when the river was higher and when Dunnville was a promising town. Now the town has almost disappeared. While Caddie and Tom and Warren were living there, they would have been much surprised to learn that a hundred years later thousands of visitors from thirty-seven states and six foreign countries would sign the guest book in the Caddie Woodlawn house in one year. They would not have believed a word of it.

Caddie Woodlawn was my grandmother. Her real name was Caddie Woodhouse. All of the names in the book, except one, are changed a little bit. The names are partly true, partly made up, just as the facts of the book are mainly true but have sometimes been slightly changed to make them fit better into the story. The one name that remains unchanged is that of Robert Ireton. I liked the name and I thought that, since hired men often moved from place to place for seasonal work, no one was likely to remember him. But even Robert is remembered today in this part of Wisconsin, and you may go to visit his grave.

There was a strong bond of love between my grandmother and me. As soon as I could walk I used to run away to see her. She was fun to be with and she always had something interesting to tell me. By the time I was eight I had lost both of my parents, and I went to live with my grandmother and an unmarried aunt. I had no brothers or sisters. Gram and Aunt and I were the family, and we lived in northern Idaho in an old-fashioned house on a big town lot. It was almost like a tiny farm with a barn for my pony and room for dogs, cats, chickens and canary birds. There were many different kinds of fruit trees, and in cherry season I used to climb up to a comfortable branch and sit reading a book and eating cherries. I was happy, but I was often lonely and I learned to amuse myself by reading, drawing, writing, and telling myself long, continued stories. The storytelling came naturally, because Gram and Aunt had told me so many stories that I thought I knew just how the best ones ought to go. I particularly loved to hear about Gram’s pioneer childhood in Wisconsin. Being an only child made me want especially to hear about her many brothers and sisters who lived together in such good nature and love. The only one of them that I ever saw was Hetty. I knew her as Great-aunt Ett, and I used to look forward to her visits with us. Then the stories flew thick and fast, and I sat spellbound, listening, listening!

It was many years later that I remembered these stories of Caddie’s childhood, and I said to myself, If I loved them so much, perhaps other children would like them, too. Caddie was still alive while I was writing, and I sent many letters to her, asking about the details that I did not remember clearly. She was pleased when the book was done. There is only one thing that I do not understand, she said. You never knew my mother and father and my brothers—how could you write about them exactly as they were?

But, Gram, I said, you told me.

After the book was published, schoolchildren used to come to see her on her birthday and sing for her or give her little presents. This pleased her very much. She lived to be almost eighty-six years of age. Like a true pioneer she had come all across the country from Boston to Wisconsin to Idaho to the Pacific Ocean. She had many troubles in her life, but she always looked out cheerfully at the world and found it a good place. She noticed people and the interesting things that happened to them, and she found these things worth retelling.

For myself and two younger cousins, Gram represented kindness and good sense, justice tempered by humor, and love and security. After her death we had a line from the Bible carved on her gravestone: Her candle goeth not out by night.

CAROL RYRIE BRINK

February 6, 1973

Contents

Author’s Note

1. Three Adventurers

2. The Circuit Rider

3. Pigeons in the Sky

4. A Silver Dollar

5. Nero, Farewell!

6. A Schoolroom Battle

7. Attic Magic

8. Breeches and Clogs

9. The Rose Is Red

10. Hoofs in the Dark

11. Massacree!

12. Ambassador to the Enemy

13. Scalp Belt

14. A Dollars Worth

15. Fol de Rol-lol

16. Warren Performs

17. Pee-Wee

18. News from the Outside

19. Two Unexpected Heroes

20. Alas! Poor Annabelle!

21. Father Speaks

22. A Letter with a Foreign Stamp

23. Pigeons or Peacocks?

24. Travelers Return

1. Three Adventurers

In 1864 Caddie Woodlawn was eleven, and as wild a little tomboy as ever ran the woods of western Wisconsin. She was the despair of her mother and of her elder sister, Clara. But her father watched her with a little shine of pride in his eyes, and her brothers accepted her as one of themselves without a question. Indeed, Tom, who was two years older, and Warren, who was two years younger than Caddie, needed Caddie to link them together into an inseparable trio. Together they got in and out of more scrapes and adventures than any one of them could have imagined alone. And in those pioneer days, Wisconsin offered plenty of opportunities for adventure to three wide-eyed, red-headed youngsters.

On a bright Saturday afternoon in the early fall, Tom and Caddie and Warren Woodlawn sat on a bank of the Menomonie River, or Red Cedar as they call it now, taking off their clothes. Their red heads shone in the sunlight. Tom’s hair was the darkest, Caddie’s the nearest golden, and nine-year-old Warren’s was plain carrot color. Not one of the three knew how to swim, but they were going across the river nevertheless. A thin thread of smoke beyond the bend on the other side of the river told them that the Indians were at work on a birch-bark canoe.

Do you think the Indians around here would ever get mad and massacre folks like they did up north? wondered Warren, tying his shirt up in a little bundle.

No, sir, said Tom, not these Indians!

Not Indian John, anyhow, said Caddie. She had just unfastened the many troublesome little buttons on the back of her tight-waisted dress, and, before taking it off, she paused a moment to see if she could balance a fresh-water clam shell on her big toe. She found that she could.

No, not Indian John! she repeated decidedly, having got the matter of the clam shell off her mind. Even if he does have a scalp belt, she added. The thought of the scalp belt always made her hair prickle delightfully up where her scalp lock grew.

Naw, said Tom, the fellows who spread those massacree stories are just big-mouthed scared-cats who don’t know the Indians, I guess.

Big-mouthed scared cats, repeated Warren, admiring Tom’s command of language.

Big-mouthed scared-cats, echoed a piping voice from the bank above. Seven-year-old Hetty, who fluttered wistfully on the outer edge of their adventures, filed away Tom’s remark in her active brain. It would be useful to tell to Mother, some time when Mother was complaining about Tom’s language. The three below her paid no attention to Hetty’s intrusion. Their red heads, shining in the sunlight, did not even turn in her direction. Hetty’s hair was red, too, like Father’s, but somehow, in spite of her hair, she belonged on the dark-haired side of the family where Mother and Clara and all the safe and tidy virtues were. She poised irresolutely on the bank above the three adventurous ones. If they had only turned around and looked at her! But they were enough in themselves. She could not make up her mind what to do. She wanted to go with them, and yet she wanted just as much to run home and tell Mother and Clara what they were about to do. Hetty was the self-appointed newsbearer of the family. Wild horses could not prevent her from being the first to tell, whatever it was that happened.

Tom and Caddie and Warren finished undressing, tied their clothes into tight bundles, and stepped out into the river. The water was low after a long, hot summer, but still it looked cold and deep. Hetty shuddered. She had started to undo one shoe, but now she quickly tied it up again. She had made up her mind. She turned around and flew across the fields to tell Mother.

Tom knew from experience that he could just keep his chin above water and touch bottom with his toes across the deep part of the river. It would have been over Caddie’s and Warren’s heads, but, if they held onto Tom and kept their feet paddling, they could just keep their heads above water. They had done it before. Tom went first with his bundle of clothes balanced on his head. Caddie came next, clutching Tom’s shoulder with one hand and holding her bundle of clothes on top of her head with the other. Warren clung to Caddie’s shoulder in the same manner, balancing his own clothes with his free hand. They moved slowly and carefully. If Tom lost his footing or fell, they would all go down together and be swept away by the current toward the village below. But the other two had every confidence in Tom, and Tom had not the slightest reason to doubt himself. They looked like three beavers, moving silently across the current—three heads with three bundles and a little wake of ripples trailing out behind them. Last of all came Nero, the farm dog, paddling faithfully behind them. But Hetty was already out of sight.

Presently there was solid riverbed beneath their feet again. The three children scrambled out on the other side, shook themselves as Nero did, and pulled on their dry, wrinkled clothing.

Hurry up, Caddie, called Tom. You’re always the last to dress.

So would you be, too, Tom, if you had so many buttons! protested Caddie. She came out of the bushes struggling with the back of her blue denim dress. Relenting, Tom turned his superior intelligence to the mean task of buttoning her up the back.

I wish Mother’d let me wear boys’ clothes, she complained.

Huh! said Warren. She thinks you’re tomboy enough already.

But they’re so much quicker, said Caddie regretfully.

Now that they were dressed, they sped along the river bank in the direction of the smoke. Several Indian canoes were drawn up on shore in the shelter of a little cove and beyond them in a clearing the Indians moved to and fro about a fire. Propped on two logs was the crude framework of a canoe which was already partly covered with birch bark. The smell of birch smoke and hot pitch filled the air. Caddie lifted her head and sniffed. It was perfume to her, as sweet as the perfume of the clover fields. Nero sniffed, too, and growled low in his throat.

The three children stopped at the edge of the clearing and watched. Even friendly Indians commanded fear and respect in those days. A lean dog, with a wolfish look, came forward barking.

He and Nero circled about each other, little ridges of bristling hair along their spines, their tails wagging suspiciously. Suddenly the Indian dog left Nero and came toward Caddie.

Look! said Caddie. It’s Indian John’s dog. The dog’s tail began to wag in a friendlier manner, and Caddie reached out and patted his head.

By this time the Indians had noticed the children. They spoke among themselves and pointed. Some of them left their work and came forward.

In all the seven years since the Woodlawns had come from Boston to live in the big house on the prairie, the Indians had never got used to seeing them. White men and their children they had seen often enough, but never such as these, who wore, above their pale faces, hair the color of flame and sunset. During the first year the children spent in Wisconsin, the Indians had come from all the country around to look at them. They had come in groups, crowding into Mrs. Woodlawn’s kitchen in their silent moccasins, touching the children’s hair and staring. Poor Mrs. Woodlawn, frightened nearly out of her wits, had fed them bread or beans or whatever she had on hand, and they had gone away satisfied.

Johnny, my dear, Mrs. Woodlawn had complained to her husband, those frightful savages will eat us out of house and home.

Patience, Harriet, said her husband, we have enough and to spare.

But, Johnny, the way they look at the children’s hair frightens me. They might want a red scalp to hang to their belts.

Caddie remembered very vividly the day, three years before, when she had gone unsuspecting into the store in the village. As she went in the door, a big Indian had seized her and held her up in the air while he took a leisurely look at her hair. She had been so frightened that she had not even cried out, but hung there, wriggling in the Indian’s firm grasp, and gazing desperately about the store for help.

The storekeeper had laughed at her, saying in a

reassuring voice: You needn’t be afraid, Caddie. He’s a good Indian. It’s Indian John.

That was the strange beginning of a friendship, for a kind of friendship it was, that had grown up between Caddie and Indian John. The boys liked Indian John, too, but it was at Caddie and her red-gold curls that the big Indian looked when he came to the farm, and it was for Caddie that he left bits of oddly carved wood and once a doll—such a funny doll with a tiny head made of a pebble covered with calico, black horsehair braids, calico arms and legs, and a buckskin dress! John’s dog knew his master’s friends. Caddie had been kind to him and he accepted her as a friend.

He rubbed his head against her now as she patted his rough hair. Indian John left his work on the canoe and came forward.

You like him dog? he said, grinning. He was flattered when anyone patted his dog.

Yes, said Caddie, he’s a good dog.

Will you let us see how you put the canoe together? asked Tom eagerly.

You come look, said the Indian.

They followed him to the half-finished canoe. Grunting and grinning, the Indians took up their work. They fastened the pliable sheaths of birch bark into place on the light framework, first sewing them together with buckskin thongs, then cementing them with the hot pitch. The children were fascinated. Their own canoe on the lake was an Indian canoe. But it had been hollowed out of a single log. They had seen the birch-bark canoes on the river, but had never been so close to the making of one. They were so intent on every detail that time slipped by unheeded. Even the squaws, who came up behind them to examine their hair, did not take their attention from the building of the canoe. Caddie shook her head impatiently, flicking her curls out of their curious fingers, and went on watching.

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  • (5/5)
    I've always loved this book from childhood. Caddie was a strong girl, I wanted to BE her. In many ways, I am. A good book for ALL young girls to read!
  • (5/5)
    beautiful! full of courage and mischief and the pride of being American.
  • (5/5)
    Good book
  • (3/5)
    Fun bundle of reminiscences, folky, homey but to my mind ultimately slight on re-reading.
  • (5/5)
    They made a TV movie of this when I was in third grade. I remember I did a book report on this and drew a picture of the cover and one of the girl's in class accused me of tracing it. I was so mad! LOL
  • (5/5)
    From the moment I started reading the book, I couldn't put it down. Caddie's adventurous and kind spirit had me engrossed from the beginning to the end. The story is set in Wisconsin during the Civil War. The Woodlawn family moved to Wisconsin from Boston; although the family is well established in their new town, mother misses Boston terribly and longs for the days when the little steamer comes in so that she can keep up with her family and news back in Boston. Caddie, the main character, is the third of seven children and loves to work outside with the boys. Throughout the story, Caddie is a tom boy and is very close with her two brothers, but her mother frequently reminds her that she must become a lady. Although Caddie has many adventures throughout the story, my favorite was when the town heard a rumor that indians were going to massacre them all and burn down their homes. They all go and stay at the Woodlawn's place. The men become impatient and decide that they are going to attack the indians before the indians can attack them. Caddie's father had befriended the indians especially Indian John so this thought made Caddie very upset; so Caddie went to Indian John to warn him. The indians, aware of the danger and the desire to remain peaceful, left the area; but, before they left, Indian John stopped by and left his scalp belt and dog with Caddie to keep until they come back. We see how kind Caddie is when she uses her silver dollar that she received from Uncle Edmund to buy the Hankinson children- whose mother left them because their father was embarrassed that he married an indian- candy, handkerchiefs, and combs just so that she could make them happy and smile. The conclusion was great... tears flooded my eyes when Nero (the family dog that went to live with Uncle Edmund and ran away) came home.
  • (4/5)
    As a child this was always one of my favorite books. It reminds me of Little House on the Prairie. Caddie is so full of life, and quite a tomboy. She goes on adventures with her brothers, like going to find the Indian camp. I just loved Uncle Edmund. My favorite part was when he raced Caddie on the river. If you like the Laura Ingalls style, then you'll love this book.
  • (4/5)
    These adventures of a young girl in the Wisconsin ‘wilderness’ make for a great read. It is hard today to imagine Wisconsin being considered ‘the west’ let alone ‘wilderness’. The strength of spirit it must have required to make a home and raise a family in the wilderness is unimaginable. This ‘American’ spirit is embodied in our young heroine, Caddie Woodlawn, as she matures from a tomboy to a young woman; without losing her self-reliant and independent streak. As father of three daughters, I appreciated the ‘talk’ that Caddie’s father gave her near the end of the book:"It’s a strange thing, but somehow we expect more of girls than of boys. It is the sisters and wives and mothers, you know, Caddie, who keep the world sweet and beautiful. What a rough world it would be if there were only men and boys in it, doing things in their rough way! A woman’s task is to teach them gentleness and courtesy and love and kindness. It’s a big task, too, Caddie—harder than cutting trees or building mills or damming rivers. It takes nerve and courage and patience, but good women have those things. The have them just as much as the men who build bridges and carve roads through the wilderness. A woman’s work is something fine and noble to grow up to, and it is just as important as a man’s. But no man could ever do it so well."Don’t imagine that this book is only for girls! The stories and adventures will appeal to both boys and girls. I highly recommend this book to young readers, especially those who enjoy the Little House on the Prairie stories or the feisty Anne of Green Gables.
  • (4/5)
    Summary: It's 1864, and the Civil War is little more than distant gossip for Caddie Woodlawn and her six siblings growing up in rural Wisconsin. At eleven, Caddie should be learning to be a proper little lady, but instead she's still running wild with her brothers. As they have adventures, get into trouble, and tumble home to their large and loving family, Caddie must learn that growing up means more than learning embroidery and not getting her dresses dirty.Review: I know full well that if someone had handed me Caddie Woodlawn when I was eight or nine, I would have absolutely loved it. It's essentially a mixture of two of my other favorites from that time in my life: it's got the setting and family life of Little House in the Big Woods, the spark and humor of The Great Brain, plus an irrepressible tomboy heroine. However, reading it for the first time as an adult was kind of a non-event. While it was a pioneer story in the sense that they were living far away from any major urban center, there was no sense of having to eke their survival out of the wilderness; looking at pictures of the actual house that Carol Ryrie Brink's grandmother lived in as a child makes it clear that it's not some little drafty log cabin. There was similarly never much urgency to the plot, either; I think the worst hardship the family had to suffer was getting tired of eating their overabundance of turkey. Still, it's a charming little book, full of fun adventures and with some nice morals about freedom, what it means to be an American, and what it really means to grow up to be a woman. 3.5 out of 5 stars.Recommendation: It's deservedly a children's classic, particularly for girls, but make sure they read it before they're too old and jaded to properly enjoy it.
  • (5/5)
    I've read this wonderful book many times and imagined myself as Caddie making my way in the Wisconsin frontier and showing my brothers that anything they could do, I could do better. She was my childhood heroine.
  • (4/5)
    I have been reading the Little House on the Prairie series with my kids and this book makes an interesting companion to those. These girls grew up in similar circumstances and yet their stories are unique. In this novel, Ms. Brink introduces the idea of immigration - Caddie's father is English. She also introduces the conflict between meeting society's norms and doing what is right or healthy (the family's friendship with the Indians, Caddie's unconventional upbringing). I loved the conclusion of this novel, when Caddie's father talks to her about what it means to be a woman - not what you wear or necessarily how you follow the rules of etiquette, but how you contribute to the world your unique gifts and talents. And I loved that as Caddie began to learn about more feminine jobs in her family, her brothers did too! This was a favorite book of mine as a girl and I'm glad to see that it is still a great read!
  • (4/5)
    The Newbery Award committee members seem to love a strong girl and Caddie is among the strongest. She roams and tarries with her ruffian brothers on the wild plains of Wisconsin around the time of the American Civil War. Caddie plays practical jokes on her cousin, runs to the Indians to warn of a massacre, and proudly displays an Indian scalp belt for all the town to see. Caddie finally begins to see that becoming a lady is not just learning to quilt and say the right words and wear fancy clothes.
  • (4/5)
    Caddie Woodlawn is the quasi-true story about Caroline "Caddie" Woodlawn. I say quasi because Brink got her stories from her grandmother and she changed some of the details for the sake of the plot. Caddie is Brink's grandmother (with a slight name change). As an impetuous, spunky tomboy, Caddie would rather run wild with her two oldest brothers rather than stay home and cook and sew with her more demure sisters. The whole book is about Caddie's struggle to balance wanting to be a good girl while being a natural wild child.The year is 1864 and the Civil War is raging to an end in the East while a different prejudice is infiltrating the midwest. The conflict between Native American Indians and the white man who invaded their territory is being fueled by ignorance, rumors and fear. Caddie is eleven years old and coming of age at a time when the country is doing the same thing.
  • (5/5)
    One of my all-time favorites, so much so that when I was in Wisconsin a few years ago, I visited the Woodhouse home. It was tiny though probably not by the standards of that day. I wouldn't change a word of it.
  • (2/5)
    I loved this book as a child and read it over and over again, but I recently attempted to reread it via audiobook and it just didn't hold up. The audio recording is fine and I enjoyed the narrator, but the book is just too racist for me to enjoy it. I understand that it was written in the 1930s when views were different, but I just couldn't enjoy it now.
  • (4/5)
    Old-fashioned it may be. But this story of a strong, unconventional girl in 1800s' Wisconsin is endlessly fascinating. Each vignette makes you want to read more. Even today, 20 years after discovering it, Caddie remains one of my very favorite children's books.
  • (5/5)
    One of the best books I've ever read and I continue to recommend it. Truly a classic that has withstood the test of time.
  • (5/5)
    Eleven-year-old Caddie's father encourages her to run wild with her brothers, much to the annoyance of their cultured mother. She confronts the school bully, fights prairie fires, and rides a horse across a frozen river. Then a letter arrives from England, her father's homeland, that may change the Woodlawn family forever. "Caddie Woodlawn" is one of my favorite books of all time. Caddie is a good role model for girls - sweet, spunky and brave. The supporting characters are a lot of fun, too, especially Tom and Warren. It's worth pointing out that this book isn't exactly politically correct by today's standards (mixed-race children are called "half breeds," for example), but the overall treatment of American Indians is positive and sympathetic. I'd recommend this title to children ages 9-12, especially those who enjoy the Little House books or the American Girl series.
  • (5/5)
    Absolutely one of my favorite books growing up. Caddie is just the "spunky girl" I admire. Smart, witty, quick, talented, skillful - a girl ahead of her time. Written in 1935 this book was based on the childhood of the author's grandmother.
  • (5/5)
    This begins like a "Life in Pioneer Times" novel, but turns out to be a true American coming-of-age story. Caddie develops through the course of the book, she has to face difficult decisions about what to do and how to treat people, she makes mistakes, and finally learns what it will mean to transition from tomboy little-girlhood into womanhood, and how to keep some of the courage of the tomboy at the same time. It is relatively evenhanded in its treatment of race and gender issues. The story of Caddie's father's childhood and how it colors his adult life and childrearing practices adds a patriotic layer. Its staged revelation and final act makes for a suspenseful novel.
  • (5/5)
    To the chagrin of her proper Eastern mother, Caddie romps thru the Wisconsin woods & lakes with her brothers.In a story based on her grandmother's life, Brink captures the wonder of a child, as well as the hard work and uncertainty of frontier life. I like it better than the Little House books, the characters are deeper and the story has better pacing. Also, probably reflecting its more modern author, CW depicts Native Americans more sympathetically and respectfully.It's no wonder Caddie Woodlawn won a Newbery medal.