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Then she set it on the backof the stove where it would cook slowly. It was a dark green, with a littlepattern all over it that looked like ripe strawberries. A dressmaker hadmade it, in the East, in the place where Ma came from when she marriedPa and moved out west to the Big Woods in Wisconsin. Ma had been veryfashionable, before she married Pa, and a dressmaker had made herclothes.
THE SUGAR SNOW.
The separator swallowed the bundles, the golden straw blew out in agolden cloud, the wheat streamed golden-brown out of the spout, whilethe men hurried. Pa and Uncle Henry pitched bundles down as fast as theycould. Two men were working fast, trampling the straw and building it into astack. One man was working fast, sacking the pouring grain.
The Story of Grandpa and the Panther.
The horses shook their heads and pranced, making the sleigh bells ringmerrily, and away they went on the road through the Big Woods toGrandpa's. The air was cold and frosty and the light was gray, when Laura and Maryand Ma with Baby Carrie were tucked in snug and warm under the robes onthe straw in the bottom of the sled. They took off the paper wrappings, and each had a little, hard, browncake, with beautifully crinkled edges. Then one day Laura saw a patch of bare ground in the yard. All day itgrew bigger, and before night the whole yard was bare mud.
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"I forgot all about the cows. All I wanted was to get out of the darkwoods, to get home. He always reloaded the gun as soon as he had fired it, for, he said, hedid not want to meet trouble with an empty gun. When Pa went into the Big Woods, he always made sure that the bulletpouch was full of bullets, and that the tin patch box and the box ofcaps were with it in his pockets. The powder horn and a small sharphatchet hung at his belt and he carried the gun ready loaded on hisshoulder. Laura handed him the smooth, polished cow-horn full of gunpowder.
TWO BIG BEARS.
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The day seemed very short while Laura and Mary played in the big roomand Ma helped Grandma and the aunts in the kitchen. The men had takentheir dinners to the maple woods, so for dinner they did not set thetable, but ate cold venison sandwiches and drank milk. For days the sun shone and the weather was warm. There was no frost onthe windows in the mornings.
The calf must bevery young, so that it had never eaten anything but milk. When the grass was tall and thick in the woods and the cows were givingplenty of milk, that was the time to make cheese. At last, when it was getting dark, Pa said again, "Come here, Laura."His voice was kind, and when Laura came he took her on his knee andhugged her close. She sat in the crook of his arm, her head against hisshoulder and his long brown whiskers partly covering her eyes, andeverything was all right again. The only thing in the whole world to be glad about was thatMary had to fill the chip pan all by herself. "You remember," Pa said, "I told you girls you must never strike eachother."
The Story of Pa and the Voice in the Woods.
Pa and Uncle Henry took him by the arms and ran him away from the yellowjackets' nest. They undressed him, and his clothes were full of yellowjackets and their stings were swelling up all over him. They killed thebees that were stinging him and they shook the bees out of his clothesand then they dressed him again and sent him to the house. He was jumping up and down and hundreds of bees were stinging him allover.
Foxes had dens in the hills anddeer roamed everywhere.
The days were growing short and a littlefire burned all day in the cookstove to keep the house warm. The grass was dry and withered, and the cows must be taken out of thewoods and kept in the barn to be fed. All the bright-colored leavesbecame dull brown when the cold fall rains began.
But they were, I felt, obvious relics of the past. “My fingers are too stiff and thick from being out in the cold so much, I can’t play,” Pa spoke as if he were ashamed. Those are the last words in the first book by Laura Ingalls Wilder, who was sixty-five years old when it was first published. Wilder wrote about her childhood for readers who were still enjoying theirs, many of whom developed a great fondness for her characters and their pioneer world. Small touches which helped make life lovely are highlighted in this and allthe following books. When Laura and Mary had said their prayers and were tucked snugly underthe trundle bed's covers, Pa was sitting in the firelight with thefiddle.
But when Pa picked her up and tossedher into the wagon, a dreadful thing happened. They all went back through the sand to the wagon on the lake shore. Pafed the horses, on the bottom of the wagon box, some oats he had broughtfor their dinner. Behind the store there was a clearing, larger than Pa's clearing in thewoods at home. Standing among the stumps, there were more houses thanLaura could count. They were not made of logs, either; they were made ofboards, like the store.
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