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Text for Section A

Extract from ‘End of the line’ by Alison Landall.

When Frank and I stepped through the post office doors, there was a crowd gathered, gawking
at the new fixture on the wall like a chorus of wide-mouthed frogs. I had to get closer, and that
was where being a girl that’s scrawnier* than a wire fence came in handy. Fortunately, Frank,
my twin of eleven years, was just the same. ‘Come on,’ I said, grabbing his hand, and we slid
through the cracks between people until we spilled out in front. 5

Finally I got a good look. It was fixed to the plaster next to the postmaster’s window, the place of
honor usually reserved for the Wanted posters. Beady-eyed Zedekiah Smith, the bank robber,
still hung there, but even he had been pushed aside for something more important.
A telephone. The first one in town.

‘How’s it work?’ Noah Crawford called out. Noah’s the best fix-it man around, and I could tell he 10
was itching to get his fingers on those shiny knobs.

‘Don’t rightly know,’ answered the postmaster, and he tugged at his goatee as if it might tell him.
‘I do know the sound of your voice moves along wires strung on poles. It’s sort of like the
telegraph, only you hear words instead of dots and dashes.’

‘Ah,’ the crowd murmured, and I felt my own mouth move along. 15

I gazed at that gleaming wood box and something happened inside me. Something – I can only
guess – that might be like falling in love. The thought of talking into that box – of making my
voice sail through wires in the sky – it took over my brain. I couldn’t get it out.

‘Frank,’ I whispered to my twin. ‘I have to use that telephone.’ Five minutes later, Frank towed
me up Main Street, toward home. ‘Liza –’ he began, but I cut him off. We two thought so much 20
alike, I had Frank’s questions answered before he even asked.

‘You’re right,’ I said. ‘It costs five cents and I don’t have it. But look.’ I pulled him over to the
window of Poulson’s Variety Store. ‘You see those?’

I pointed to a handful of shimmery rocks spread on black velvet. Some were a shiny gray, shot
through with gold streaks, others yellow as cheese curds. And one, clear and jagged, sat like an 25
icicle, left over from wintertime.

Frank’s eyebrows screwed up and I could tell he wasn’t following.

‘If I found one of those, I bet they’d pay me for it,’ I explained.

With a shake of his head, Frank hooked two thumbs under his suspenders. ‘But Liza –’ I held up
a hand – he couldn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know. ‘I’ve got that figured, too. I’ll bet we 30
could find some at North Creek – in the mine.’

Frank shrugged, pretending not to care, but I knew better. He wanted to explore that old mine,
same as me. Besides, Frank knew he had no choice. Twins stick together, especially scrawny
ones, ‘cause it takes two of us to make one of most people.

We spent half the morning on the dusty road to North Creek. Ma packed a lunch but said she 35
couldn’t understand walking all that way for rocks. She thought we were off to search the dry
creek bed, and I didn’t correct her.

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I felt a bit guilty about fooling my ma, but whenever a pang hit, I conjured up the vision of my
voice dancing along wires in the sky. It looked a lot like me, my voice did, only wearing a pink
tutu and carrying a frilly umbrella. 40

I stepped inside, my arms turning to goose bumps from the chill. The air smelled of mildew and
rotted beams, but also of horse sweat and wood smoke. Strange. That mine had sat empty for
years.

Once my eyes got used to the dim, I gazed around, hoping to see shimmery rocks littering the
floor, but dust was all I saw. Frank walked past me to where the walls narrowed, then 45
disappeared around the curve. I followed fast.

I’d come up right behind Frank when, ting, his boot connected with metal. He stooped, grabbed,
and when he stood, his palm held more than we’d hoped.

A gold coin. Frank’s eyes nearly popped.

‘Where did that come from?’ I whispered and reached out a finger to touch. 50

Just then, voices sounded in the next cavern over: ‘Zed, hold it higher.’ Two men stepped
through a gap in the far wall.

Glossary
scrawnier = thinner

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