The Long Winter (Little House)
The Long Winter (Little House)
Laura Ingalls Wilder
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The adventures of Laura Ingalls and her family continue as Pa, Ma, Laura, Mary, Carrie, and little Grace bravely face the hard winter of 1880-81 in their little house in the Dakota Territory. Blizzards cover the little town with snow, cutting off all supplies from the outside. Soon there is almost no food left, so young Almanzo Wilder and a friend make a dangerous trip across the prairie to find some wheat. Finally a joyous Christmas is celebrated in a very unusual way in this most exciting of all the Little House books.
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All the time she was rising higher on the trampled-down hay. Her head rose above the edges of the rack and she could have looked at the prairie, if she could have stopped trampling. Then the rack was full of hay and still more came flying up from Pa’s pitchfork. Laura was very high up now and the slippery hay was sloping downward around her. She went on trampling carefully. Her face and her neck were wet with sweat and sweat trickled down her back. Her sunbonnet hung by its strings and her
stories of bears and panthers that he used to tell Mary and Laura. Then in the evening he took his fiddle and played the merry tunes. When it was bedtime, and the cold upstairs must be faced, Pa played them up to bed. “Ready now, all together!” he said. “Right, left, right, left—March!” Laura went first, carrying the wrapped hot flatiron, Mary came behind with her hand on Laura’s shoulder. Last marched Carrie with the other flatiron and the music went with them up the stairs. “March! March!
endless, empty waves of snow beyond it and the thick haze low in the northwest. Almanzo and Cap looked at it, then spoke to their horses and went on. But they kept the sleds closer together. The sun was setting red in the cold sky when they saw the bare top of the Lone Cottonwood away to the northeast. And in the northwest the blizzard cloud was plain to be seen, low along the horizon. “It seems to be hanging off,” Almanzo said. “I’ve been watching it from away back.” “So have I,” said Cap.
change. “You gave me eighty dollars to buy wheat with, and here’s what’s left, just five dollars even.” “A dollar and twenty-five cents a bushel. That’s the best you could do?” Mr. Loftus said, looking at the receipt. “Any time you say, I’ll take it off your hands at that price,” Almanzo retorted. “I don’t go back on a bargain,” the storekeeper hastily replied. “How much do I owe you for hauling?” “Not a red cent,” Almanzo told him, leaving. “Hey, aren’t you going to stay and thaw out?” Mr.
store in front. “Well. Here you are,” Royal said. “I was trying to see down the street, looking for you, but you can’t see a foot into this blizzard. Listen to it howl! Lucky you got in when you did.” “We brought sixty bushels of wheat,” Almanzo told him. “You don’t say! And I thought it was a wild-goose chase.” Royal put coal on the fire. “How much did you pay for it?” “A dollar and a quarter.” Almanzo had got his boots off. “Whew!” Royal whistled. “That the best you could do?” “Yes,”