A Mound of Evidence: An Aubrey Burke History Adventure

By Carol Castor and Bobbi Schlosser

A Mound of Evidence is the story of a 21st Century girl, Aubrey Burke, who gets transported magically into the life and times of another little girl living somewhere around 500 B.C.E. in the Hopewell Indian tradition. The two girls adventures take them through a day in the life of the people of this era.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781546247036

Carol Castor

I am the matriarch of a large family consisting of a son, two daughters, four grandsons, eight great-great grandchildren. I grew up in the small town of Bryan, Ohio. After my marriage to a farmer, I became involved in all aspect of agriculture. Including, at one point, being surrogate mother to baby ostriches. During this period of time, I also worked as a partner in my parent's wholesale heating and air-conditioning business. After my children finished college. I earned a bachelors degree in history and museum studies with a minor in fine art. The led to several second careers. The art degree opened up opportunities to create torn paper mosaics and painted ostrich eggs that were shown at area art shows and also to complete a couple of barn murals. The history degree landed me a job as curator at the Williams County Historical Society Museum. In retirement, I am delighted to spin some interesting tales for the school children who visited the museum for their yearly tour. While these books are fiction, they are set at actual sites belonging to the Historical Society. My goal is to entertain but also teach a little history along the way.

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© 2018 Carol Castor. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Published by AuthorHouse 06/18/2018

ISBN: 978-1-5462-4704-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-4703-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2018907025

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

About the Author

About the Illustrator

This book is

dedicated to

all the school children

who will visit the

Williams County Historical Society Museum and other Society Historical Sites.

Prologue

A light mist had begun to fall and the path was getting muddy. I kept slipping but I didn’t want to fall behind Mahlwi as she ran ahead of me. Just a little farther, she motioned to me.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t paying very good attention and a wet, leafy branch that she had pushed aside, hit me right in the face. Ouch! I cried. Then, she put her finger to her lips and motioned me to stop.

Before us was the clearing. There was the Charnel House with several people standing in a circle, looking at the motionless body lying on the ground, I looked at Mahlwi and saw a single tear slowly running down her cheek. Do you know who that is?

Mahlwi nodded.

I started to ask her who it was, when I felt a huge hand grip my shoulder, pulling me backwards. I couldn’t help myself. I screamed!

Chapter One

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For heaven’s sakes Aubrey, I didn’t shake you that hard. Quit screaming and get up. Mom’s called you three times already.

I opened one eye and peeked out into what I discovered was, indeed, my bedroom. Where was Mahlwi? Where were all the trees? I sat up and started to unwind myself from the sheets that were tangled up around my legs. True, this was my bedroom and my older sister, Kristen, was standing over me frowning.

Don’t look so dumb, she scolded.

It’s Monday, ya’ know? School?

She was already dressed and had done her hair. She always gets up