Chapter 6: Excerpts

Chapter 6 copy Throughout time, the bag has found itself squeezed between the words of such famous writers as Jules Verne and Lucy Maud Montgomery. Sadly, its appearance in these novels did not make it to final publication for reasons only known to the author, but as with all things mysterious in the bag’s journey, they—the unedited deleted scenes—have landed in excerpts on this very page


Around the World in 80 Days – Jules Verne   80 days

The bag rested in the train car in such a way that the sunlight warmed the cracking leather. Mr. Phileas Fogg reached into the bag, removed a banknote, studied the numbers, and then stuffed it back in the front pouch. He checked his pocket watch—8:45—on schedule. He was due back at the Reform Club at exactly 8:45 P.M. on Saturday, December 21, 1872.

“Passepartout,” he said, returning the watch to his pocket, “at this rate we will arrive in Suez in seven days. We will board the Magnolia and begin our adventure to arrive in London in exactly eighty days. Around the world in eighty days, Passepartout . . . I said it could be done and so it shall!” The Englishman patted his French valet on the back as the wheels on the train began to turn.


2012-05-anne-of-green-gables-bookAnne of Green Gables – Lucy Maud Montgomery

Anne Shirley held tightly to the leather bag, fearful that it might fall apart. She stared at the farmhouse in front of her. It would be her home. Home, she thought.

“Your not a boy,” Ms. Cuthbert said when the girl stepped through the front door.

“I’m Anne. Anne Shirley,” the young girl said, reaching out her hand and dropping the bag to the floor with a thud. She leaned down to pick it up.

“Leave it,” Marilla Cuthbert said. Anne could hear the disappointment in her voice. They were older, and their farm on Prince Edward Island was more than they could handle. They had hoped for a boy. Anne knew they would send her back to the orphanage unless she could convince them to let her stay.


The Bobbsey Twins in the Country – Laura Lee Hopetwins

Nan, Bert, Flossie and Freddie Bobbsey stared out the train window as the countryside passed by them. It would not be long until they arrived at their cousin’s farm in Meadowbook. They dreamed of all of the adventures they would have. Mrs. Bobbsey pulled four apples out of her large leather travel bag and handed them to her two sets of twins.

Nan, Bert, Flossie, and Freddie ate their apples as they waited for the train to come to a stop. When the train pulled up to the station, the five stepped off and were greeted by their aunt, uncle and cousin. The Bobbsey twins were ready for their adventure in the country.

Just as the train was pulling away, Mrs. Bobbsey realized that she had left her travel bag in her seat.



NarniaThe Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe – C. S. Lewis

“Hey!” Edmund said as they entered the home of Mr. Tumnus. “That’s my bag!” Edmund Pevensie was certain he had placed his leather school bag in the back of the cart that had taken them to their grandfather’s house in the country, but there it sat, nestled among disheveled books and overturned chairs.

“Where’s Mr. Tumnus?” Lucy exclaimed. “I was so looking forward to introducing you all.”

“It looks as if your Mr. Tumnus is a thief!”

“He’s not a thief. He’s my friend. I am sure it is a coincidence the bag looks exactly like the one father gave you. Look,” she said lifting it off of the ground, “it is still carrying Mr. Tumnus’ parcels. I am certain something has happened to him!”

“Don’t mind the bag,” Susan intervened, “I think we should get out of here!”


caspianPrince Caspian – C. S. Lewis

The young prince grabbed at what bits of meat, cheese and hard bread he could find in the kitchen and placed them into the bag. He would need nourishment for the journey. He had seen the kitchen many times, but feared that today would be his last. He fled from the castle with the bag draped across his shoulder, his escape made easier by Doctor Cornelius. If it were not for him, he would not be familiar with the lore of the early days of Narnia.

He rode faster on his horse, certain that his Uncle Miraz was not far behind him. Deeper into the forest he rode until a blow to the head left him horseless and unconscious.

Caspian awoke to muffled voices. From the corner of his eye he thought one of the voices might belong to that of a badger, but that was impossible. There were no longer talking animals in Narnia.


Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone – J. K. RowlingHarry_Potter_and_the_Sorcerer's_Stone

“Why Harry! It’s Diagon Alley,” Hagrid said with his arms open wide. He removed from his shoulder a rather large bag and placed the strap across Harry’s chest. “It belonged to your father, Harry.” He wiped his eyes and blew his nose on an already dingy handkerchief. “Now enough of that. I must’ve gotten somethin’ in my eye. It will be good for your books, Harry.”


Kingdom Keepers: Disney After Dark – Ridley Pearson

“In your hands, anything you draw will become real,” Wayne said, “but remember, you cannot erase what is not a part of their world.”

“Did it really belong to him?” Jess asked.

“Put it somewhere safe.”

“I know just the place,” Jess said, as she lifted the flap on the leather bag. This bag was special; it had also been a gift and possessed its own power—the ability to provide the Keepers with whatever they needed.


edgeOn the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness – Andrew Peterson

“Thwaps!” Podo shouted. “I know what to do with ya!” He whacked the creature over the head and stuffed it into the old leather bag. “As for the rest of ya, I’m comin’ to get ya!” The pirate whacked and stuffed until the bag could hold no more. He carried it into the house and plopped it on the kitchen table. “Janner, my boy, take this here bag of thwaps and drown them in the sea!”

“No Janner!” Leelei squealed.


        Boone: The Ordinary – Lauren H. Brandenburgboone

The mist was high in the garden and the workers busy about their day. Boone strolled through the garden as he had done every day since their arrival looking for ways to lead those around him. He still had not figured out how to lead his friends.

“What do ya think he’s doin?” Wayne asked, startling Boone.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” The Gardener’s warning weighed heavy on his mind.      “He keeps walking around and puttin’ things in that old bag. What’s he going to do with it?” Wayne asked, and then bit off the end of a carrot.

Boone looked in the direction Wayne was pointing to see the Gardener picking something small off of the ground and putting it into his bag.

“I don’t know. It kind of looks like he’s collecting rocks.”

“Right . . . rocks. Do you think you can eat them?” Wayne mumbled through a mouth full of carrot.

“Sure, why not? Everything about this place is strange.” Boone was unable to take his eye off of the Gardener and his leather bag.

What an interesting coincidence it is that a leather bag could appear in the mind of so many authors. Maybe it isn’t a coincidence at all, but rather a well planned journey.



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