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The Mystery At Baitfish Lake
Volume 8
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ISBN-10: 1-55404-227-5
Genre: Young Adult/Fiction/Adventure
eBook Length: 56 Pages
Published: February 2005

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Disappointed about not getting into summer riding school Meghan finds herself shipped off to the Emerald Pioneer Camp. There she discovers that the equestrian instructor isn?t what he appears to be ?a riding expert?. A sudden fire and its consequence force Meghan out into the darkness when she is found bending over the unconscious riding instructor who accused her of starting the fire. No one believes her and she has no where to go but into the darkness of the land that surrounds Baitfish Lake and a land that once considered sacred to the Indians.

The Mystery At Baitfish Lake (Excerpt)

Prelude To Adventure

Meghan Small had never been to Baitfish Lake. She did not want to spend two weeks at the Emerald Pioneer Camp, but her parents had signed her up. She rested her head on her arms and sighed with frustration.

Georgina knew her twin was in the depths of despair. The riding academy at Griffen had more applicants than places and had turned her sister down. The letter had been polite, saying that Meghan met the high standards but there were no openings right now. Her name was on the standby list, but she knew the competition was so stiff that her chance of going to Griffen was next thing to impossible.

"Are you packed for Baitfish Lake?" she inquired.

A moan was the only response from her sister.

"The Emerald Pioneer camp is new this year, and it sounds wonderful," Georgina said in a bright and hopeful voice. "Itís right beside the new First Nations Historic Park which was announced by the government just recently."

"Thatís all I need, two weeks in mosquito heaven beside some sacred ground full of old bones. I?m going to be mosquito bait," Meghan groaned, as she forced herself to eat her breakfast.

"Itís supposed to have a riding stable. That should help!" Georgina added.

Her mother had made Meghan, her favourite breakfast: French toast with real maple syrup, but even that didn?t please her that morning.

"Maybe someone will die," Meghan said, in a sinister tone.

"You don?t mean that!" Dorothy Small chided her daughter.

"You know your father and I must visit your grandmother, then go to the congress. Andrew is away at his first summer job in a mining camp, just what he needs for his geology course. Mikeís sea cadetsís course is out at Quadra, and Georgina is going to math camp. So you can?t stay home by yourself. You know all that."

Georgina had won first place in math in the province and she was going to a special camp for two weeks with other winners from across the country.

"Well, at least I don?t have to study math like Georgina!" Meghan replied, accepting her fate.

Baitfish Lake was a long lake shaped like a gnarled hand, with five long channels that from the air looked like a witchís fingers. The name was the closest thing that the early explorers could decipher from the language of their native guides. No whiteman had taken the time to learn the history of the land. It was far from the normal trading routes where canoes could transport goods east and west, and so had been left alone. The lake was surrounded by the Canadian shield where only hardy conifers could grow and hold tenaciously to the rock.

The native people who lived around there were aware of the history of the place. None of their tribe would hunt or fish in ?the land of the other people?. Their forefathers knew its history and the curse connected to it. This was the land where the Great Spirit had been offended by a First Nations leader who thought he should be given more powers than he deserved. It was Manoitushi, the mighty warrior who thought himself as great as any spirit and demanded that he too become a spirit who controlled the spiritual lives of the first peoples. The Great Spirit became angry and this behavior of Manoitushi was too much to bear. Yet the greatest warrior still demanded more and more until the Great Spirit had to stop his lust for power. Manoitushi and the land where he roamed were placed under a curse and those who travelled through the land learned never to do anything that would anger the Great Spirit.

Manoitushi became a dream spirit and his duty to his people was to listen and counsel both the young and the old. He wondered at the wisdom of the Great Spirit, but as the generations passed he began to understand. The Great Spirit was much wiser than he, or anyone. Manoitushi became the Dream Spirit of the Isatokkne and learned about the need of humility. But now the whiteman had taken over their land and through ignorance made it into an historic site. Let them suffer in their ignorance. Even the whiteman with all his technology was subject to the displeasure of the Ghost Spirits.