What a weirdly dark turn these books took at the end of the series. While the writing was back to its usual pacing and quality, the events in this story were rather off-putting. The opening tale follows an engaging trek along a trapping line, with the children pulling their living out of the wilderness while their fathers are earning wages at a logging camp for the winter. Kirsten rescues an injured baby raccoon and takes it home to care for in between her chores. So far, so good. It's another appealing story in the making. Then everything starts to veer wildly off the track.
Kirsten brings the raccoon into the house, despite her mother's warnings, and the raccoon immediately knocks over a lantern, which results in the entire house burning to the ground. Strangely, Kirsten never receives any blame for destroying her family's home, nor is the raccoon mentioned again. Instead, she's praised for dragging the family trunk (with the Bible, rifle, candlesticks, and a few extra clothes) out of the house. Perhaps even more strangely, there's never a sense of real peril associated with losing an entire house (in the middle of a supposedly freezing winter!) and everything their family had bought and produced during their time on the frontier. This essentially washes out the events of the previous story, which included long days spent sewing necessities like clothes and diapers, carefully saving enough money for luxury items like a straw hat, and gathering all their neighbors together for a barn-raising.
At this point, it would make sense to show the difficulties of rebuilding a home and starting over. Instead, in an extraordinary turn of events, their neighbors decide to move to Oregon and offer to sell their beautiful house for $500. Kirsten's family can't possibly afford it - they only have $100 from the logging camp wages - until Kirsten and her brother break into an old trapper's cabin, discover he's frozen to death (???), and decide to take and sell his furs, which are apparently worth four times what the men earned while away from home. (If that's the case, why did they leave their wives and children to fend for themselves for an entire season? Why didn't they buy more traps and spend their energy gathering furs instead?)
It's baffling. The moral of the story is, quite literally, "finders-keepers." This macabre turn of events would be more compelling if the children's choice to take the dead man's belongings stemmed out of a real sense of urgency. Again, though, there's no imminent danger staring them in the face. They're staying in their extended family's warm, cozy home - a slightly cramped existence, but one that could easily continue for some time - and not visibly suffering beyond being a few mugs short at dinner.
So a series that began with a focus on hard work, independence, and the strength needed to make a home for yourself and your family turned into a tale of blind luck. What a disappointing ending.