This is one of those books, that if they bothered to read it, the woke crowd will want to edit. It mentions Indians, and French trappers (who talk a little lingo), and gives a great history of the northern Great Lakes. So if you want a classic book before it gets yanked for edits, better grab this one, especially if you live near one of the Great Lakes and love the history of this part of our country.
Written in 1941 and illustrated by the author, Paddle-to-the-Sea tells the story of a wooden Indian in a canoe, crafted by an Indian boy near Lake Nipigon, Canada, which sails all the way through the Great Lakes and up the St. Lawrence River to the Atlantic Ocean, where he is eventually brought up in a fisherman's net and ends up in France.
Along the way, Paddle-to-the-Sea experiences all the commerce, nature, and history of the northern edge of the United States where it adjoins Canada. At first, I thought this was going to be a picture book for younger children, but it is much more suited to middle grade children. Each page does show a full-color picture of what is happening to Paddle, but the facing page is the explanation of his adventures. A map at the back of the book details the journey.
He begins in a snowbank, which melts and thrusts him into the river. He watches a beaver dam being built, participates in the breakup of the ice that frees the river, meets a sawmill and is barely rescued from being sliced by the blade, and is dropped back into the river by a friendly lumberman. He then is propelled into Lake Superior, the largest lake in the world. The currents send him along the shoreline, where he crosses the international border twice, and drift him into a marshland. He observes the wildlife in the marsh for some time, but a heavy storm lifts him into the lake once again. He is caught by some fishermen, but slips through a hole in the dock and is once more on his way.
He is often washed ashore, observing the life, both human and animal, but storms wash him back out to the lake again. During the winter, as ice coats everything, Paddle witnesses a shipwreck and is washed ashore with the rescued men. A man from the Coast Guard takes time to repair and repaint Paddle and his canoe, and attaches a copper plate to the bottom of the canoe detailing its voyage and leaving room for other names to be scratched in the copper as Paddle continues his journey.
Paddle travels by dog sled for a while, and then by freighter, but is accidentally dropped into a sailor's laundry bag, which falls overboard. Washed ashore once again, Paddle is eventually freed by some dogs who tear into the bag and play with Paddle, but drop him near the shore, where he continues his journey. He loves the shore of Michigan, where he passes green pastures and grain fields, grapevines and orchards. Finally he is back to the northern shore and ready to continue his journey.
He witnesses a terrible forest fire, and is swept on ice through the frozen winter waves. When the ice breaks up again, a young girl in her father's boat carries him to Detroit and drops him into Lake Erie. He takes a great fall over Niagara and is caught for a while in the whirlpool. When he is rescued, kind people take him up the river to Toronto and Kingston. He is almost to the sea.
A little old lady near Montreal keeps him for the winter, using him to tell her grandson stories about Indians and French traders. In the spring, she sets him free, and he is swept into the Gulf of St. Lawrence and catches the Gulf Stream, which sends him by Newfoundland. A fishing boat brings him aboard with a load of fish and ends up in France.
A newspaper article about Paddle and his 3-year journey makes headlines in both countries, and eventually is read by a man on Lake Nipigon, where his journey began. As the man reads the article aloud, a young Indian man is listening. Here is what he says:
“In the canoe, the Indian smiled. Once he paused in a stroke, and rested his blade. For that instant he looked like his own Paddle. There was a song in his heart. It crept to his lips, but only the water and the wind could hear.
You, Little Traveler! You made the journey, the Long Journey. You now know the things I have yet to know. You, Little Traveler! You were given a name, a true name in my father’s lodge. Good Medicine, Little Traveler! You are truly a Paddle Person, a Paddle-to-the-Sea!”