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REBEKAH’S KEEPSAKES
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Sara Harris
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REBEKAH’S QUILT
Prologue
The Pike, Indian Territory, 1868
“Look Elnora!” Samuel’s German accent thickened the English words and gave them a musical feel. He pointed to the vast expanse that spread before them. “That’s what the English call The Pike. Many are traveling west on this very road.”
Elnora peeked out from the wagon. “So, this is Indiana Territory.” Her eyes searched the desolate vastness. She giggled. “I see, Samuel. Many are traveling this road.”
Samuel swiveled on the driver’s seat to look at his wife. He shrugged and a smile played at the corners of his lips. “Perhaps all our fellow travelers have already passed for the day.”
“I miss Canada.” Heloise Graber kept her voice soft when Elnora turned back toward her. “But not as much as I miss Germany.” Heloise patted the back of the baby snuggled down in the cornflower blue quilt Elnora had stitched just for him.
“At only two years of age, your sweet baby Joseph has already crossed an ocean and three countries.”
Heloise, the older of the two friends, looked lovingly at her infant son.
Elnora’s face fell as her hand fluttered to her still-flat stomach.
Heloise covered Elnora’s hand with hers. “Your time to become a mother is coming. God has a special plan for you and Samuel, I can feel it.”
