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Title:
Mustang, wild spirit of the West
Author:
Henry, Marguerite, 1902-1997.
Edition:
First Aladdin Books edition.
Publication Information:
New York : Aladdin Books, 1992.

©1966
Physical Description:
222 pages : illustrations ; 20 cm
Summary:
A fictional retelling, from the point of view of Annie Bronn Johnston, of how this Nevada woman fought to protect the American wild horse, the mustang, from extinction because of professional killers who chased the horses for use in dog food.
Language:
English
Reading Level:
840 Lexile.
Program Information:
Accelerated Reader AR MG 5.3 7.0 10581.

Reading Counts RC 6-8 6.8 9 Quiz: 08049 Guided reading level: NR.
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ISBN:
9780689716010

9780613014663
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Summary

Horses were in Annie Bronn's blood. For as long as she could remember, she had been fascinated by the spirited wild mustangs that roamed free throughout the West. So when greedy cattlemen started to round up the mustangs for slaughter, Annie knew it was up to her to save the breed.
The true story of Wild Horse Annie's crusade to save the mustangs is inspiring. Readers will cheer her on, all the way to the White House, in her struggle to preserve these beautiful creatures from extinction.


Author Notes

Marguerite Henry was born on April 12, 1902 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. After high school, she attended the Milwaukee State Teachers College. She became an English teacher.

She sold her first published story to a woman's magazine in 1913. Her first book, "Justin Morgan Had a Horse" was named a Newberry Honor Book. This and her other titles to follow were written in collaboration with illustrator, Wesley Dennis. They worked together until his death in 1996. Her other works included "King of the Wind," the story of the Godolphin Arabian horse, which won a Newberry Award, "Misty of Chincoteague," which won the Junior Book Award Medal of the Boys' Clubs of America, and "Justin Morgan Had a Horse," which won the Junior Scholastic Gold Seal Award. She was presented the Children's Reading Roundtable Award for her lasting contribution to children's reading in 1961. At the time of her death she had written 58 books. Her works have been translated into eight languages.

Marguerite Henry died of complications from a series of strokes on November 26, 1997 in California.


Excerpts

Excerpts

If God has a kind of plan for all of us, I like to think He coupled me with horses right from the start. It is not just my own mustang, Hobo, that is part of me. All horses call to me. We sort of belong together. This could not be just an accident. I remember the first time I saw a band of wild mustangs. It was only a flash. My Pa and I were freighting a load of wool over the mountains to California when suddenly he reined in and pointed. I saw the reason. Far off on a mesa a string of mustangs was running into the wind. It must have been into the wind, for their tails streamed out behind and their manes lifted like licks of flame. And just by looking I was out there with them, and I could hear their snortings and their hoofs ringing, and I could feel my own hair blowing and my lungs gulping for air, and I shivered in joy at such freedom. I remember whispering, "Whose are they, Pa?" And Pa saying, "They're runaways -- gone wild." There was a look of wanting in Pa's face, but excitement too at the free wildness. "Will they always live there, free like that...and then their colts and grand-colts?" Pa startled me with his sudden stern tone. "They could! If men don't get too grabby for every smitch of land for their cattle." Even as he said it, a cow bawled nearby. And in the distance a fading line of dust was all that remained of the wild ones. Pa clucked to his team and we drove off. For miles of mountain turns we rode in silence. We were still holding onto the beauty we had seen. I could still hear the echo of faraway hoofbeats. I could listen to nothing else. Yet even as I sighed in joy I felt a vague, uneasy worry. I didn't want anything ever to happen to them; I wanted them always to be free. But could they? That was the first time horses called to me. But now I know that God had a plan for me long before that. Excerpted from Mustang: Wild Spirit of the West by Marguerite Henry All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.