Judith Miller - First dawn

FIRST
DAWN

IUDITH
MILLER

FIRST
DAWN

FREEDOMS PATH book 1

First Dawn
Copyright 2005
Judith Miller

Cover design by Lookout Design, Inc.
Cover photo of settlers by Wichita State University Libraries,
Department of Special Collections

The Scripture quotation identified NIV is from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION. Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan Publishing House. All rights reserved.

Other Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.

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Published by Bethany House Publishers
11400 Hampshire Avenue South
Bloomington, Minnesota 55438

Bethany House Publishers is a division of
Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan.

Printed in the United States of America

ISBN-13: 978-0-7642-2997-8
ISBN-10: 0-7642-2997-4

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

McCoy-Miller, Judith.

First dawn / by Judith Miller.

p. cm. (Freedoms path ; bk. 1)

Summary: A saga of two families that portrays the harsh circumstances and intense courage displayed by African-American sharecroppers and Caucasian men as they formed the towns of Nicodemus and Hill City in the western Kansas prairie during the late nineteenth centuryProvided by publisher.

ISBN 0-7642-2997-4 (pbk.)

1. African American pioneersFiction. 2. African American familiesFiction.

3. Nicodemus (Kan.)Fiction. 4. Race relationsFiction. 5. SharecroppersFiction. 6. PioneersFiction. 7. KansasFiction. I. Title II. Series: McCoy-Miller, Judith. Freedoms path ; bk. 1

PS3613.C3858F57 2005

813'.54dc22

2005005867

TO TRACIE PETERSON

For enduring friendship
and blessed sisterhood in Christ

CONTENTS

A MESSAGE TO MY READERS

F irst Dawn is a novel based upon the settlement of two towns formed by a group of African-American and Caucasian men with a vision to settle western Kansas in the late nineteenth century. Their plan called for one city, Nicodemus, to be predominately settled by African-Americans and the other community, Hill City, to be predominately settled by Caucasians.

While grounded in fact, this book is a work of fiction and not a historical documentary. However, I have made every attempt to portray honestly the harsh circumstances these early settlers faced and the intense courage they displayed as they struggled to make a home on the western plains.

Both of these towns continue their crusades to survive. Nicodemus is the only African-American frontier town in existence today.

For additional information about these communities, visit the Kansas Historical Society Web site at http://www.kshs.org or the National Park Service Web site at http://www.nps.gov/nico/.

The path of the righteous is like the first gleam of dawn,
shining ever brighter till the full light of day.

PROVERBS 4:18 NIV

CHAPTER

Topeka, KansasJuly 1877

T he iron behemoth punctuated the sizzling Kansas skies with a solitary high-pitched whistle as it belched and wheezed into the train yard. With a powerful burp, the locomotive jerked to a quaking stop that heaved the passengers to and fro like rag dolls.

A steely-eyed conductor with an official railroad cap pulled low on his forehead edged his way down the narrow center aisle. Topeka! His voice was curt as he enunciated the citys name.

Jarena Harban removed a folded handkerchief from the pocket of her frayed cotton skirt and rubbed the smudged train window. Vestiges of cinder and ash stubbornly clung to the outside of the glass, but she could see well enough to determine there were a multitude of people waiting at the train depot. They were mostly white folks, but she spied a few coloreds among the crowd. She swiped the window again, but to no avail. With a defeated shrug, she tucked the cotton square back into her pocket.

Across the aisle, her sisters giggled and whispered. Apparently, they found her useless ministrations a fine source of humor. Jarena leaned forward, prepared to launch a look of disdain toward the twins, but her worn straw bonnet slid forward to conceal her annoyed expression from everyone except her father.

Dont pay them no mind. They aint laughin at you. Theys jest excited to finally be here. Her fathers rich bass voice soothed like rippling water.

Smoothing her skirt, Jarena stood and gave her father a tentative smile. Its obvious theyre not aware the train ride from Kentucky to Topeka was the simple portion of our journey.

Now, dont you go borrowin worries, gal. Ridin across the prairie in a wagon is gonna be right excitin.

Jarena raised her perfectly arched brows. Its also going to be uncomfortable and much slower than riding in a train, she replied, making certain she spoke loudly enough for her sisters to hear.

Truth Harban locked arms with her twin sister, Grace, and directed a smug grin at her older sister. Theres gonna be plenty to see and do along the way.

Indeed there will! I plan on you two helping with chores, so dont think youll be running off to explore every hill and valley when we stop to eat the noonday meal or camp for the night.

Tell Jarena shes not in charge, Pappy. Shes only three years older than us, but shes always tellin us what to do, Grace complained. She gave her father a bright, encouraging smile.

Ezekiel wiped his brow with the old kerchief that hung loosely around his thick neck and motioned the girls into the aisle with a swipe of his large hand. Get on now and quit your arguing. I dont think none of us is gonna be taking charge of crossin this here state. Massa Hill said wes to meet him on the platform, so get to movin.

Mister Hill, Pappy. There aint nobody your master or boss no moreceptin maybe Jarena. Truth poked her sister in the side as she spoke. Once again the girls burst into a fit of giggles.

Jarenas father was frowning at the twins. You two mind your manners, he admonished.

And your grammar!

Truth cast a sullen look at her older sister. Jest cause you liked getting all educated dont mean we do.

Jarena sighed in exasperation. She had worked diligently to teach the girls proper grammar. Why they insisted upon ignoring their English lessons was beyond her.

As they stepped off the train, the twins peeked around either side of their father, each one beaming an impish grin in Jarenas direction. They were small for their fifteen years, and Jarena was certain their father often forgot the twins were no longer little girls, especially at times such as this, when they should be speaking proper English and acting like young ladies.

Theyd been off the train only a moment when Grace pointed toward a young man standing on the platform and banging a wooden mallet on an oversized brass gong. In between the incessant drumming, he cheerfully encouraged the passengers to partake of the fine food inside the depot dining room.

You think we could get us somethin to eat, Pappy? Grace inquired in a wistful tone.

Their father shook his head and pointed to the basket Jarena had been carrying with her since they departed Kentucky. She had carefully planned what she hoped would be enough food to tide them over until they reached their destination. However, when they neared St. Louis, she had begun to grow uncertain. Fortunately, her father hadnt objected to the rationing Jarena had imposed, and they arrived in Topeka with some victuals to spare.