I Survived the Great Chicago Fire, 1871 (I Survived #11)
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Oscar Starling never wanted to come to Chicago. But then Oscar finds himself not just in the heart of the big city, but in the middle of a terrible fire! No one knows exactly how it began, but one thing is clear: Chicago is like a giant powder keg about to explode.
An army of firemen is trying to help, but this fire is a ferocious beast that wants to devour everything in its path, including Oscar! Will Oscar survive one of the most famous and devastating fires in history?
Lauren Tarshis brings history's most exciting and terrifying events to life in this New York Times bestselling series. Readers will be transported by stories of amazing kids and how they survived!
a month. Oscar could see from Mama’s crinkled-up nose that she noticed it, too. “The slaughterhouses,” Mr. Morrow said, reading their sickened expressions. “They butcher more hogs in Chicago than anywhere in the world.” Mr. Morrow went to the baggage room and returned with their three suitcases. Oscar’s was the smallest. Inside was all that was left from his life on the farm: his few clothes and his prized possession — Papa’s sheriff’s badge, a five-pointed silver star. “Is there somewhere I
not even two years ago, when a killer blizzard hit his family’s Minnesota farm. He was trapped inside a burning house, fighting for his life. He’d made it down the stairs, desperate to escape. And then, Crash! A ball of fire and cinders crashed through the window, and the house exploded in flames. And suddenly, Oscar was in the fire’s ferocious grip. The flames clawed at him, seared him, threw him to the ground. Smoke gushed up his nose and into his mouth. But the worst was the blistering
it out. Oscar had learned for himself during the Castle fire how a fire could grow and grow, how it could become like a ferocious beast that would devour everything in its path. And what a fire was most hungry for was wood — like the thousands of shacks and stores that lined Chicago’s streets, the miles of wooden sidewalks, the warehouses filled with coal and oil that would explode at the slightest spark. Oscar remembered how the forest looked, after the fire. He and Papa had ridden up there to
into a tree in the blinding snow. Even now, Oscar couldn’t believe that Papa was gone. Papa was the toughest man Oscar knew. He’d been a sheriff in Dakota Territory. He’d survived a gunfight with one of the most brutal outlaws in the West. He’d carved a farm out of forty acres of wild prairie. Papa was Oscar’s hero. Those first weeks after Papa died, Oscar was sure his sadness would rip him apart. But he couldn’t just lie in bed sobbing. With Papa gone, it was Oscar’s job to help Mama with
flames. But their smiles didn’t last long. They’d just started walking through the alley again when they heard loud voices. A group of boys swung into the alley from the street. They were walking toward them. Jennie froze. Then Oscar saw who they were: the boys from the train station. And there, right in front, with his rattlesnake eyes glowing through the smoke, was Otis Webber. Otis had four other boys with him, each of them lugging a large sack. Otis was carrying a painting in a fancy