"'Stop—' Maddy grabbed his arm. Her blue eyes searched his face. We're all right now,' she said quietly. 'We're going to be all right.'"
Well, I do love a great historical story!
The Devil's Paintbox was a great story, about two starved orphaned siblings, Aiden and Maddy, that take the most exciting journey they ever had in their lives.
It all starts when a man by the name of Jefferson J. Jackson picks up starving and orphaned Aiden and Maddy Lynch from their poor home, where they live off of eating mud, clay, and grasshoppers. Jackson says that there's a timber company out west that will pay him a hundred dollars for every man he brings in. Jackson is taking a wagon train out west, and has offered to take them along. Reluctantly, the two of them agree, and then they set off, out on the Oregon Trail.
Aiden and the rest travel the Oregon Trail, struggling to survive disease, Indians, accidents, wild animals, and so much more. It will be a great challenge when they will work in the west, but it will be a greater challenge to even get there alive.
Then, Aiden becomes friends with three friendly Indians along the way, named Tupic, Silent Wolf, and Clever Crow. Soon after, the train, Aiden, and the Indians run into a group of soldiers, some soldiers infected with the very deadly disease, smallpox.
The devil's paint.
Aiden and the wagon train are likely to not catch the smallpox. The Indians, however, is a whole different story. Indians catch disease much more easy than anybody else. Being around smallpox could mean serious trouble.
Things just got a lot more complicated.
I really enjoyed The Devil's Paintbox! The Oregon Trail is one of my absolute favorite things in history, ever! I am in love with stories about the Oregon Trail, even if they are fictional. At the mention of things such as Fort Laramie, the Whitman Massacre, and other things associated with the Oregon Trail, I perk up and feel happy inside that these things were mentioned and that I know what they are.
I fell slowly in love with the characters, especially Aiden, Maddy, Carlos, Joby —especially Joby!— Tupic, Silent Wolf, and Clever Crow. Others, like William Buck were complete idiots, and I hated their guts. For the most part, the characters were lovable, and I enjoyed them a lot. I especially liked the part about Aiden, Tupic, Silent Wolf, and Clever Crow doing things together, playing their Indian games, wrestling, and having a good time.
This quote that Tupic said really stuck to me:
"'Ah!' Tupic sucked noisily on a piece of peppermint, pursed his lips and drew a breath in. 'If a man could eat the stars and breathe the snow, they would taste like this!'"
and then later...
"'Yes.' Tupic tossed the cleaned fish into a basket. 'You people.' He spat out the last bit of peppermint candy. 'All you bring with you are bad things.'"
Hmm. Makes you wonder, doesn't it? This novel gave me a detailed perspective of how the Native Americans must have felt as the whites took over their beautiful land. It's quite sad, if you ask me.
I have to say however, as much as I enjoyed this book, the ending hit me very, very quickly, almost as if it had been rushed. Things happened, people left, others died, and people carried on. So much happened and it became confusing to me, and then I wanted there to be more at the end. I guess I had been carrying false hope with me that some people would come back, but I guess like in real life, some things just don't come back, and you've got to move on.
Despite this, I would recommend this book to anybody who likes a good historical tale, action, and a great soft story for the most part. I know that I enjoyed it a lot, from the magnificent cover to the beautiful writing inside! The Devil's Paintbox was great! I sure fell in love with it!
"'Have you actually seen it?' Aiden asked Carlos. 'The smallpox?'
'Yes. Twice during the war.'
'Is it bad as they say?'
'No.' Carlos gazed into the fire and sipped the tea. 'It's worse. Whatever anyone says, it's worse.' He leaned back on his elbows and stared at the fire. His dark eyes were glassy and blank. 'I've seen death in a hundred disguises,' he said. 'Sometimes she dresses in lace and waltzes in on a summer night, sometimes she hides beneath a hood and scratches through the frost of winter. Sometimes she wears brass and braid, sometimes wearing velvet slippers.' He tipped his head and looked up at the stars. Aiden had never heard Carlos talk this way.
"But this death is the worst.' he went on quietly. 'This death is a devil child playing with a paintbox, just spattering all over. You reach to grab its hand and make it stop, but you find this devil child is made of smoke.'"