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The Mystery of Drear House
The Conclusion of the Dies Drear Chronicle
Virginia Hamilton
























October descended upon the region. Thomas Small and his papa had taken to the woods to hunt or hike for hours on the hill above the bleak house of Dies Drear. But then, suddenly, it turned cold. Mr. Small had little free time from teaching at the college. On weekends he cataloged the wealth that had belonged to the long-dead abolitionist Dies Eddington Drear. There was a stupendous treasure hidden for a hundred years in a secret cavern within the hillside. Thomas left his rifle at home. He spent the time playing with his little brothers, or by himself, or with his friend Pesty Darrow.

Today he had on a sweater and his fleece-lined jacket over it. The air was brisk. The Drear house seen from the hilltop reminded him of a giant crow frozen on its nest. He wasn’t sure yet whether he liked living in that house. He was usually on his guard. Sometimes he felt something strange was near.

Something unseen but listening behind the walls, he thought. He wasn’t afraid, just wary whenever he was in the house by himself.

Scaring away mean neighbors, Darrow men, before they had the chance to discover the treasure hadn’t rid him of the feeling either. But what was the use of worrying? It was his papa’s dream to live in a house that had been a station on the Underground Railroad.

Pesty Darrow was with him today. They’d become friends even though she was a Darrow. Darrows had adopted her when she was an infant. Thomas supposed she was loyal to them since they were the only family she’d known.

She’s loyal to us, too, he thought, and to Mr. Pluto.

Mr. Pluto had been the caretaker of the Drear house until the Smalls moved in eight months ago. Old Pluto lived in a cave on the other side of the hill. He and Pesty had kept the secret of the great cavern from everyone. Pesty had known about the secret treasure long before Thomas had. She’d kept it from her brothers and her father, even from her youngest brother, Macky, who wasn’t as mean or sour as the others.

But how long can she be loyal to two sets of folk who are like day is to night? Thomas wondered. How long before she makes a slip or the older Darrow men figure out there is treasure deep under the hillside?

Darrows had been hunting for hidden treasure in the maze of underground slave escape tunnels of the region’s hills for generations.

Papa’s worried they will get bold again, Thomas thought, and try some way to get us off Drear lands. He’s afraid there might be cave-ins, too.

“Be quicker if we use the backyard of Drear house,” Pesty said.

Thomas had to smile. She was talking about the quick way to her home. Whenever they were out tramping together, she would want Thomas to come see her brother. Every now and then she told Macky, “Mr. Thomas wants to see
.” Macky snorted and said, “Don’t you call no boy mister, Pesty. He’s just Thomas, like I am just Macky.”

Thomas was careful not to be seen by Darrow men out in the open close to their property. He might overstep their boundary and give them a clear excuse to chase him or to cross the Drear boundary.

Instead of the Drear backyard, he took the longer, out-of-the-way route over the hill because he did want to run into Macky in the woods. He had a vague hope that they might still get to know each other. After school he would see Macky going off in the trees. Lately it seemed that Macky allowed Thomas to catch up with him, almost, before he sauntered away.

Today it had started snowing again. Light snows came now one after the other to the hillside, to the woods and all the land.

“You be glad your grandmom is coming?” Pesty said. “Mr. Pluto told me she was.”

“Well, she’s not my grandmom,” Thomas said as they tramped smartly single file. “She’s my great-grandmother Jeffers. First name is Rhetty. And she’s coming to stay. I’m glad of it, too.”

“Is she where you used to be?” Pesty asked.

“In North Carolina, yes,” he said.

“Do you miss her?”

“Well, it won’t feel right here until we’re all together again,” he said.

“Does she know about the house of Dies Drear?” Pesty asked.

“Pesty, you haven’t told anyone about the you-know-what, have you?” he said, meaning the cavern of treasure.

“No!” she answered.

“Not even Macky. No one?”

“No!” she said. “I haven’t told a soul. I wouldn’t.” But she sounded anxious. Her voice whined uncertainly.

What was it about Pesty lately? Something Thomas couldn’t put his finger on. They were together so much, and he thought he knew her well.

On weekends they often helped his father and old Pluto in the great cavern, where they polished the priceless glass. Pesty, who had taken care of the glass from the time she was five or six, suddenly had butterfingers. She’d dropped a glass spoon and a rare nineteenth-century bottle. Both had smashed on the cavern floor.

Now Thomas made a zigzag trail around trees. Snowflakes slapped thinly, like tiny footsteps around them. He was heading east toward the Darrow- and Carr-owned parts of the woods. Carr people had been friendly when Thomas’s family first arrived. Their land bordered Darrow’s to the south. They bordered Drear lands on Drear’s southeast corner. Darrow land was right by Drear lands, bordering them on Darrow’s north and west.

Thomas had been thinking so hard he hadn’t noticed that Pesty’s footsteps had stopped. He recognized an absence suddenly, and he felt lonely for his great-grandmother and the high mountains of home.

Tired of these long, flat days, he thought. His brothers, Billy and Buster, were too small yet to roam with him.

All at once a voice came out of the trees: “You never can figure when a good day for huntin’ will come.”

Thomas went cold inside.

“Where’s your gun at, friend?” the voice continued. “Tell you one thing, this sure is not a day for huntin’ in the woods.”

It came to Thomas whom the voice belonged to. He’d wished for this day all these months. There stood M. C. Darrow, called Mac or Macky, the youngest Darrow.

Pesty was nowhere to be seen. She led me here, Thomas was thinking.

He and Mac Darrow gazed at each other. They both stood in fog to their ankles; it made them appear to be floating just above the ground.

Friend or foe? Thomas thought vaguely. Neither one of them smiled.


trees on Darrow land just beyond where Drear lands lined up against it. There was a great old maple tree right on the Drear property line. It had an iron spike deep in the tree trunk, a sure mark of a boundary.

Mac Darrow had grown bigger over the months. Thomas grew lean and wiry and not overly tall yet. But Mac Darrow had grown burly, looking older than his fifteen years. Macky admired Thomas, Thomas could tell in one swift judgment.

After all, Thomas thought, we were smart, Papa, me and Pesty and Mr. Pluto’s son and Mr. Pluto, scaring his brothers. They never knew Pesty was there.

But Macky wasn’t a part of the Darrows’s trying to steal, Thomas went on. They didn’t even know what they were after. Just something the old grandfather Darrow came to believe was his. I guess they learned there might be riches somewhere on Drear property from word of mouth handed down from long ago.

Slowly, cautiously, Thomas floated nearer to Macky and Darrow land.

He sighed inwardly and thought: One of the slaves or Indians hiding in the great cavern the night Dies Drear died had to be an ancestor of Macky and his brothers. That had been more than a hundred years ago. Probably an Indian, Thomas mused.

He and Mac Darrow stood watching each other. Every now and then a seeping gray flow of mist would come out of nowhere to ride Macky’s shoulders. Then Mac Darrow would appear to be moving.

Wasn’t Macky’s father’s name River? Thomas wondered. Yes, name of River Lewis. And his grandfather was River Swift. One ancestor was River Thames. And one of Macky’s brothers was River Ross. Probably part Indian, at least.

All was still in the woods. Snowflakes, slapping and scraping thinly. And trees, dark and dripping, unmoved by the excitement Thomas felt at seeing Macky up close. The two of them, alone together after so long.

Thomas glided through the snow, not lifting his feet out of it until he had reached the old maple. There he stopped and leaned against the tree trunk. Macky hadn’t moved, being, as he was, at the edge of his family land.

“What are you doing out here?” Thomas called. They were maybe fifteen, twenty feet apart. His voice sounded flat and heavy to him.

“Just … out here,” Macky said. “Huntin’, like I thought you was until I saw you got no gun.”

“Oh,” said Thomas. “Well. Did you catch anything?”

“Guess you didn’t hear what I said before,” Macky said.

“What was that?”

“That this ain’t a day for man nor beast. For huntin’ nothin’.”

“Oh,” Thomas said.

“You can see the trails of them beasts, though,” Macky said. Shyly he looked down and to the side, not quite able to meet Thomas’s gaze. “You want to come over, follow the trails?” Said so softly Thomas almost missed it.

Thomas thought about going over. Oh, he wanted to. But he had to say, finally, “I can’t come over there.”

“Well, you might could, anytime you wanted,” Macky said. “Nobody over here’s gonna stop you. But if you think your daddy would mind ...”

Thomas slid down, his shoulders touching the tree, and sat with his back against the trunk. Thomas knew his papa
mind. Macky’s dad would mind, too.

“You’ll get your britches wet sittin’ in the snow,” Macky said.

“What? Oh, my pants, you mean. I don’t care about any
Thomas said.

Mac Darrow crouched low with his hands folded between his knees. His gun was cradled against his chest. “What you so mad about?” he said.

It was true, Thomas was angry. He didn’t know how to put it into words. “I’m not mad at you,” he said at last.

“At my brothers, though.” Macky studied his hands.

“I didn’t say that,” Thomas said. “But they weren’t too nice, you know. Sneaking around, messin’ up our kitchen …” He remembered it as if it happened yesterday. Food spilled everywhere, spoiling milk. Macky’s big, dumb brothers, entering the house and doing damage. At last he and Macky were talking about it.

Macky nodded, as Thomas listed the devilment the Darrow men had done.

“… sneaking in the house at night through the hidden passage and slapping those triangles on the walls.”

Mac Darrow stared. “What?” he said.

“You know,” Thomas said, “those triangles, like the ones the slaves used to find their direction north. Really a cross reading. Only we found the ones your brothers made and put there, trying to scare somebody. And they’re grown men, too. But we got them back for it.”

Macky studied Thomas for a long time. One minute he looked as if he wanted to apologize for his brothers. The next minute he seemed astonished about something; then, confused. He looked and stared so long Thomas began to get a notion about something. But then he was reminded of something else he wanted to talk about. “Guess what?” he said, “My great-grandmother is coming to live with us. She’s almost ninety.” It sounded friendly, to say that.

Macky must have thought so, too, for he nodded, interested. He got up, saying, “You mind if I come over there? We can follow trails of beasts from over there just as easy.”

“Why do you call them beasts?” Thomas asked as Macky came over.

“Mama calls them beasts. You never met my mama.”

“No. I don’t think I’ve seen her, either, all these months. Have I?” Thomas said. “At church?” It seemed odd now that he hadn’t met her.

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