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    Little House on the Prairie
    Little House on the Prairie
    Little House on the Prairie
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    Little House on the Prairie

    By Laura Ingalls Wilder and Garth Williams

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    The third book in Laura Ingalls Wilder's treasured Little House series—now available as an ebook! This digital version features Garth Williams's classic illustrations, which appear in vibrant full color on a full-color device and in rich black-and-white on all other devices.

    The adventures continue for Laura Ingalls and her family as they leave their little house in the Big Woods of Wisconsin and set out for the big skies of the Kansas Territory. They travel for many days in their covered wagon until they find the best spot to build their house. Soon they are planting and plowing, hunting wild ducks and turkeys, and gathering grass for their cows. Just when they begin to feel settled, they are caught in the middle of a dangerous conflict.

    The nine Little House books are inspired by Laura's own childhood and have been cherished by generations of readers as both a unique glimpse into America's frontier history and as heartwarming, unforgettable stories.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHarperCollins
    Release dateMar 8, 2016
    ISBN9780062094889
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    Laura Ingalls Wilder

    Laura Ingalls Wilder (1867–1957) was born in a log cabin in the Wisconsin woods. With her family, she pioneered throughout America’s heartland during the 1870s and 1880s, finally settling in Dakota Territory. She married Almanzo Wilder in 1885; their only daughter, Rose, was born the following year. The Wilders moved to Rocky Ridge Farm at Mansfield, Missouri, in 1894, where they established a permanent home. After years of farming, Laura wrote the first of her beloved Little House books in 1932. The nine Little House books are international classics. Her writings live on into the twenty-first century as America’s quintessential pioneer story.

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    • 5/5
      This series is such a delight. Each of their adventures and struggles is seen through the eyes of young Laura. I love the honesty and innocence that comes from that. I love her Pa's strength and character. Laura's parents are a team and despite their hardships, they never stop supporting and loving each other. This book covers their time in Indian country. There's a scene where they cross the river in their covered wagon that was particularly harrowing.
    • 3/5
      I know I read this in elementary school, most likely before I was ten years old. And I'm sure I enjoyed reading it at the time. However, I remembered nothing of the book beyond the cover illustration and the cover copy text, so reading it now was basically like reading a new book.

      I enjoyed reading this as an adult, but there were definitely parts that came across as...dated and a bit simplistic. Also, while I realize that the views expressed by various individuals in the book are very much representative of the time period in which the book is set, I found myself shaking my head more than once.

      As other reviewers have commented, I would definitely want to have discussions with any children I gave this book to. There are a lot of good lessons to be learned, but there needs to be a good sense of context as well.
    • 5/5
      After reading "Prairie Fires" I was inspired to reread at least one of the Little House books. I loved this just as much as I loved it when I was young. The writing is so descriptive and LI Wilder does an excellent job at creating a mood whether it be the coziness of a cabin or the fear of a wolf or Indian attack. And, the illustrations by Garth Williams are the best. These books are well deserving of the acclaim they have received.
    • 5/5
      Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder; (4 1/2*)My G'ma gave one of the 'Little House' books to me when I was a youngster way back in the 1950s. I don't even remember which one it was but today at 70 I am still reading them. They enrapture me and I love how Ingalls minutely describes the manner in which they built the items they needed to accomplish their tasks.Stories such as these remind you of what family ties, loyalty, respect and responsibility mean.
    • 4/5
      I think I liked this more than the first one! It's amazing how they build their home and almost everything in it! I can't even imagine doing all of that! And the ending was so sad. I can't imagine doing that either! I'm also enjoying reading this with my daughter and feeling so connected with her. I'm looking forward to the next one!
    • 5/5
      OMG what a wonderful book, LITTLE HOUSE ON THE PRAIRIE by Laura Ingalls Wilder. As I wrote that i only now realized that the family's last name was Ingalls, taken from the author's name. I was with the family every moment as they moved west and settle in Indian Territory. The self sufficiency of the family is impressive. They represent basic American values. I never read this novel as a child but highly recommend it for adults.
    • 5/5
      SO FAR SO GOOD!
    • 5/5
      This book is great for 5th graders during reconstruction era.
    • 5/5
      Okay i like this book because of the deatils and how they like to exporle tyhe world. LIke qhwn they were howling in the moonlight enormous, and so close Laura could almost see their glittering eyes. Then she whispered to Pa turning from the window the wolves have made a circle around the whole house. What will they do. Well what happen was Pet and Patty began to trot brisky, as if they were glad , too. Laura heldd tight to the wagon bow and stood up in the jolting wagon. Beyond Pa's shoulder abd far acorss the waves of green grass she could see the tress, and they were not like any trees she had seen before.
    • 5/5
      I've been previewing chapter books to read-aloud to my kids, and this was one that I had never actually read. While I understand some of the criticisms this gets because of racism, the relationship with Native Americans was much more nuanced than I expected. Yes, Ma is clearly racist but Pa shows some deep understanding of the Native dilemma and his own role in it. I think this book provides a great opportunity for discussion about the true history of the west. I won't read this to my kids yet, partly because I didn't realize this was the second book in the series, but mostly because I want to explore a little more Native American history with them first so we can have these discussions.

      Although it is fictionalized and overly nostalgic, this is an amazing example of a living history book and deserves to be a classic.
    • 4/5
      Interesting tale of prairie settlement. Quite nuanced interactions with the aboriginals (Indians), particularly given the time it was written. But ultimately the complexity of that interaction and the sometimes-strong language associated with it means this is not a good book for young children. Best to go directly from Little House in the Big Woods to On the Banks of Plum Creek.
    • 5/5
      Although "Little House of the Prairie" is probably the most familiar of the Laura Ingalls Wilder's books (since much of it has been incorporated into the television show and TV movies,) it is still a very enjoyable read. Hardships abuond as the family leaves Wisconsin and builds a new home in Kansas-- where panthers, Native Americans and chimney fires create challenges for them. There is no better look at the lives of early American settlers than Wilder's series of books.
    • 4/5
      Some things that stood out for me in this reading: awesome description of building a log cabin. Wow! And talk about avoiding the neighbors (although I guess in the end they got more than enough of neighbors when the natives got all in an uproar). Reading about Christmas gifts occurred at the perfect time for us - but my kids weren't having any of it!
    • 5/5
      This is a classic of children's literature that has an unusual air of distinction about it in the present day and age. It is simultaneously incredibly simple to read in terms of its language use, and yet very complex in terms of the social situation it presents. This book continues the story of the Ingalls family as they move from Wisconsin to Indian Territory and start a new life there. In its depiction of pioneer life, it provides an unparalleled glimpse for young readers into a time in American history when things were very different. In terms of the family and their everyday tasks, the story is quaint, charming, and fun to read, with a dash of humour and love. In terms of the status of Native Americans in the area at the time, however, the story is forthright and hard to fully grasp from a modern point of view. The overall picture of Native Americans in the story is a relatively balanced one, with the family's fear of the local tribes pitted against a couple of instances in which Pa comes to believe that some of the natives are all right. However, the common saying that "the only good Indian is a dead Indian" is uttered by other characters in the story, and it is definitely apparent that feelings during this period were tense. It would be impossible to say for sure whether Wilder cleaned up her portrayal of her family, as they appear to take a kinder view of Native Americans than others in the story, but she does do modern readers a favour by offering an honest look into the difficulties of Anglo-Native relations at the time. The book deals openly with a very sensitive issue, which makes it an important contribution to youth literature. It might simply be wise, though, to guide young readers through their understanding of what is conveyed in this work and how it is appreciated from a modern perpspective, rather than letting children read this on their own and formulate their own ideas about the subject.
    • 5/5
      How simple, and how perfect. Listening to this story, I just couldn't believe how effectively Wilder captured the sense of the times. It is almost too good to be true - I wonder how much is embellished. As a teacher, I will definitely use this book to teach wagons moving west, Indian relations, building a log cabin, etc. Such a clear insight into history.
    • 5/5
      I really like this book, it is about Laura ingalls as she travels across the prairie.
    • 5/5
      What a wonderful adventure. I was constantly wondering what would happen next to the Ingalls family. This book is a wonderful and acurate depiction of frontier life.
    • 4/5
      The continuing story of Laura and her family as they head west to "indian terrritory." Just as interesting and addicting as the first book.
    • 4/5
      This book began to develop a little beyond just the catalog of everyday activities that Little House in the Big Woods basically was.

      It touches on issues of racism and politics as it affects individuals. I enjoyed seeing how Ma and Pa handled their difference of opinion about their Native American neighbors. Each held to his or her own convictions on the matter, but each was respectful of the other person's view. Pa turned out to be right (thank goodness...I don't know how I would have explained it to my daughter had it turned out the other way), but he didn't lord it over Ma.

      Wilder's descriptions grew more effective and more emotionally real in this book. She does a lot to convey emotion with a minimum of words. There was more than one scene along the trail in front of the house in which the tension was just so apparent. Wilder never had to come right out and explain that the situation between the natives and the white settlers was a tenuous one, she just let those scenes speak for themselves.
    • 5/5
      Another strong outing. Not my favourite of the series, but I'm glad it's so popular.
    • 4/5
      In the second book in the series, Laura and her family leave the Big Woods and move to a homestead in Kansas. Charles builds a house, they meet Mr. Edwards, and encounter Indians.
    • 4/5
      This caught my attention and took me to the prarie but didn't get my full attention.
    • 5/5
      I loved this as a child and one of my parenting highlights was reading it aloud to my two children. My son didn't want to listen to a 'girl's book' but when we reached the scene where the wolves are howling outside the cabin, I noticed him peeping through the door as I read. What a childhood LIW had. Something of the expansiveness of the prairies stays with you when you've finished. Perhaps, rather depressingly, it makes you aware of how much we have lost in how we can bring up children.
    • 4/5
      I love how incredibly capable everyone is, especially Pa.
    • 5/5
      This should be required reading in elementary school. I loved this book as a child and my daughter has read it over and over.
    • 5/5
      I discovered the Little House books when I was about eight years old. I remember two weeks one summer when I was confined to bed with a hard head cold, and how these stories took me away from my miseries. These were the stories that inspired me to learn and practice home preparedness: when I grew up, I learned how to make bread, cheese and vinegar; how to can and dehydrate food; how to knit, crochet and sew clothing; how to keep milk goats and rear chickens. Thank you, Laura Ingalls Wilder, for enriching my life in so many ways.
    • 4/5
      I'd love anything that Laura Ingalls WIlder ever wrote.
    • 4/5
      Once more, Pa is restless--too many people, too few wild animals, too many tree stumps on their farm in Wisconsin he explains to Ma and Ma, who loves her hard--working, loving, talented husband reluctantly prepares for the move to the flat prairie of Kansas--Indian Country. We follow them on the difficult journey, learn about the mechanics of building a cabin and a well, share encounters with unfriendly Indians and dangerous animals. One of the best descriptions of life on the frontier available for children. This is my third reading--to a child and now two grandchildren--and it is still a pleasure.
    • 4/5
      I can't believe I've lived my entire life without reading this book. A charming story - autobiographical - about a young girl whose family decides to leave Wisconsin and move by covered wagon to the Indian Territory where it is less crowded. They settle on the Verdigris River, 40 miles from Independence, Kansas in the southeastern corner of the state. It explains how Mr Ingalls built their cabin, the fireplace, the furniture and the stable for the animals. It told about the neighbors who lived near them and came to help when it was needed. It also described a prairie grass fire and how the family worked to save their home from the flames. The references to the Indians, though, were a little disturbing. One of the neighbors states that "the only good Indian is a dead Indian". Although Mr Ingalls chides him for that comment, he is of the opinion that since the white settlers have come, it is time for the government to move the Indians farther west. The book was first published in about 1935, so I suppose it would express views of another generation. I had an illustrated edition, and enjoyed it very much.
    • 4/5
      At the beginning of this story, Pa Ingalls decides to sell the house in the Big Woods of Wisconsin, and move to the Indian Territory near Kansas. Laura, Pa, Ma, and Mary and baby Carrie, move to Kansas. During the book, the Ingalls family becomes terribly ill from a disease called at that time "Fever 'n' Ague" later referred to as malaria. Mrs. Scott, another neighbor, takes care of the family while they are sick. Mr. Edwards, another neighbor, brings the children Christmas presents. In the spring the family plants a small farm and make Kansas their home. At the end of the book the family is told that the land must be vacated by settlers as it is not legally open to settlement yet, and Pa elects to leave the land and move before the Army forcibly requires him to abandon the land.

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    Little House on the Prairie - Laura Ingalls Wilder

    GOING WEST

    A long time ago, when all the grandfathers and grandmothers of today were little boys and little girls or very small babies, or perhaps not even born, Pa and Ma and Mary and Laura and Baby Carrie left their little house in the Big Woods of Wisconsin. They drove away and left it lonely and empty in the clearing among the big trees, and they never saw that little house again.

    They were going to the Indian country.

    Pa said there were too many people in the Big Woods now. Quite often Laura heard the ringing thud of an ax which was not Pa’s ax, or the echo of a shot that did not come from his gun. The path that went by the little house had become a road. Almost every day Laura and Mary stopped their playing and stared in surprise at a wagon slowly creaking by on that road.

    Wild animals would not stay in a country where there were so many people. Pa did not like to stay, either. He liked a country where the wild animals lived without being afraid. He liked to see the little fawns and their mothers looking at him from the shadowy woods, and the fat, lazy bears eating berries in the wild-berry patches.

    In the long winter evenings he talked to Ma about the Western country. In the West the land was level, and there were no trees. The grass grew thick and high. There the wild animals wandered and fed as though they were in a pasture that stretched much farther than a man could see, and there were no settlers. Only Indians lived there.

    One day in the very last of the winter Pa said to Ma, Seeing you don’t object, I’ve decided to go see the West. I’ve had an offer for this place, and we can sell it now for as much as we’re ever likely to get, enough to give us a start in a new country.

    Oh, Charles, must we go now? Ma said. The weather was so cold and the snug house was so comfortable.

    If we are going this year, we must go now, said Pa. We can’t get across the Mississippi after the ice breaks.

    So Pa sold the little house. He sold the cow and calf. He made hickory bows and fastened them upright to the wagon-box. Ma helped him stretch white canvas over them.

    In the thin dark before morning Ma gently shook Mary and Laura till they got up. In firelight and candlelight she washed and combed them and dressed them warmly. Over their long red-flannel underwear she put wool petticoats and wool dresses and long wool stockings. She put their coats on them, and their rabbit-skin hoods and their red yarn mittens.

    Everything from the little house was in the wagon, except the beds and tables and chairs. They did not need to take these, because Pa could always make new ones.

    There was thin snow on the ground. The air was still and cold and dark. The bare trees stood up against the frosty stars. But in the east the sky was pale and through the gray woods came lanterns with wagons and horses, bringing Grandpa and Grandma and aunts and uncles and cousins.

    Mary and Laura clung tight to their rag dolls and did not say anything. The cousins stood around and looked at them. Grandma and all the aunts hugged and kissed them and hugged and kissed them again, saying good-by.

    Pa hung his gun to the wagon bows inside the canvas top, where he could reach it quickly from the seat. He hung his bullet-pouch and powder-horn beneath it. He laid the fiddle-box carefully between pillows, where jolting would not hurt the fiddle.

    The uncles helped him hitch the horses to the wagon. All the cousins were told to kiss Mary and Laura, so they did. Pa picked up Mary and then Laura, and set them on the bed in the back of the wagon. He helped Ma climb up to the wagon-seat, and Grandma reached up and gave her Baby Carrie. Pa swung up and sat beside Ma, and Jack, the brindle bulldog, went under the wagon.

    So they all went away from the little log house. The shutters were over the windows, so the little house could not see them go. It stayed there inside the log fence, behind the two big oak trees that in the summertime had made green roofs for Mary and Laura to play under. And that was the last of the little house.

    Pa promised that when they came to the West, Laura should see a papoose.

    What is a papoose? she asked him, and he said, A papoose is a little, brown, Indian baby.

    They drove a long way through the snowy woods, till they came to the town of Pepin. Mary and Laura had seen it once before, but it looked different now. The door of the store and the doors of all the houses were shut, the stumps were covered with snow, and no little children were playing outdoors. Big cords of wood stood among the stumps. Only two or three men in boots and fur caps and bright plaid coats were to be seen.

    Ma and Laura and Mary ate bread and molasses in the wagon, and the horses ate corn from nose-bags, while inside the store Pa traded his furs for things they would need on the journey. They could not stay long in the town, because they must cross the lake that day.

    The enormous lake stretched flat and smooth and white all the way to the edge of the gray sky. Wagon tracks went away across it, so far that you could not see where they went; they ended in nothing at all.

    Pa drove the wagon out onto the ice, following those wagon tracks. The horses’ hoofs clop-clopped with a dull sound, the wagon wheels went crunching. The town grew smaller and smaller behind, till even the tall store was only a dot. All around the wagon there was nothing but empty and silent space. Laura didn’t like it. But Pa was on the wagon seat and Jack was under the wagon; she knew that nothing could hurt her while Pa and Jack were there.

    At last the wagon was pulling up a slope of earth again, and again there were trees. There was a little log house, too, among the trees. So Laura felt better.

    Nobody lived in the little house; it was a place to camp in. It was a tiny house, and strange, with a big fireplace and rough bunks against all the walls. But it was warm when Pa had built a fire in the fireplace. That night Mary and Laura and Baby Carrie slept with Ma in a bed made on the floor before the fire, while Pa slept outside in the wagon, to guard it and the horses.

    In the night a strange noise wakened Laura. It sounded like a shot, but it was sharper and longer than a shot. Again and again she heard it. Mary and Carrie were asleep, but Laura couldn’t sleep until Ma’s voice came softly through the dark. Go to sleep, Laura, Ma said. It’s only the ice cracking.

    Next morning Pa said, It’s lucky we crossed yesterday, Caroline. Wouldn’t wonder if the ice broke up today. We made a late crossing, and we’re lucky it didn’t start breaking up while we were out in the middle of it.

    I thought about that yesterday, Charles, Ma replied, gently.

    Laura hadn’t thought about it before, but now she thought what would have happened if the ice had cracked under the wagon wheels and they had all gone down into the cold water in the middle of that vast lake.

    You’re frightening somebody, Charles, Ma said, and Pa caught Laura up in his safe, big hug.

    We’re across the Mississippi! he said, hugging her joyously. How do you like that, little half-pint of sweet cider half drunk up? Do you like going out west where Indians live?

    Laura said she liked it, and she asked if they were in the Indian country now. But they were not; they were in Minnesota.

    It was a long, long way to Indian Territory. Almost every day the horses traveled as far as they could; almost every night Pa and Ma made camp in a new place. Sometimes they had to stay several days in one camp because a creek was in flood and they couldn’t cross it till the water went down. They crossed too many creeks to count. They saw strange woods and hills, and stranger country with no trees. They drove across rivers on long wooden bridges, and they came to one wide yellow river that had no bridge.

    That was the Missouri River. Pa drove onto a raft, and they all sat still in the wagon while the raft went swaying away from the safe land and slowly crossed all that rolling muddy-yellow water.

    After more days they came to hills again. In a valley the wagon stuck fast in deep black mud. Rain poured down and thunder crashed and lightning flared. There was no place to make camp and build a fire. Everything was damp and chill and miserable in the wagon, but they had to stay in it and eat cold bits of food.

    Next day Pa found a place on a hillside where they could camp. The rain had stopped, but they had to wait a week before the creek went down and the mud dried so that Pa could dig the wagon wheels out of it and go on.

    One day, while they were waiting, a tall, lean man came out of the woods, riding a black pony. He and Pa talked awhile, then they went off into the woods together, and when they came back, both of them were riding black ponies. Pa had traded the tired brown horses for those ponies.

    They were beautiful little horses, and Pa said they were not really ponies; they were western mustangs. They’re strong as mules and gentle as kittens, Pa said. They had large, soft, gentle eyes, and long manes and tails, and slender legs and feet much smaller and quicker than the feet of horses in the Big Woods.

    When Laura asked what their names were, Pa said that she and Mary could name them. So Mary named one, Pet, and Laura named the other, Patty. When the creek’s roar was not so loud and the road was drier, Pa dug the wagon out of the mud. He hitched Pet and Patty to it, and they all went on together.

    They had come in the covered wagon all the long way from the Big Woods of Wisconsin, across Minnesota and Iowa and Missouri. All that long way, Jack had trotted under the wagon. Now they set out to go across Kansas.

    Kansas was an endless flat land covered with tall grass blowing in the wind. Day after day they traveled in Kansas, and saw nothing but the rippling grass and enormous sky. In a perfect circle the sky curved down to the level land, and the wagon was in the circle’s exact middle.

    All day long Pet and Patty went forward, trotting and walking and trotting again, but they couldn’t get out of the middle of that circle. When the sun went down, the circle was still around them and the edge of the sky was pink. Then slowly the land became black. The wind made a lonely sound in the grass. The camp fire was small and lost in so much space. But large stars hung from the sky, glittering so near that Laura felt she could almost touch them.

    Next day the land was the same, the sky was the same, the circle did not change. Laura and Mary were tired of them all. There was nothing new to do and nothing new to look at. The bed was made in the back of the wagon and neatly covered with a gray blanket; Laura and Mary sat on it. The canvas sides of the wagon-top were rolled up and tied, so the prairie wind blew in. It whipped Laura’s straight brown hair and Mary’s golden curls every-which-way, and the strong light screwed up their eyelids.

    Sometimes a big jack rabbit bounded in big bounds away over the blowing grass. Jack paid no attention. Poor Jack was tired, too, and his paws were sore from traveling so far. The wagon kept on jolting, the canvas top snapped in the wind. Two faint wheel tracks kept going away behind the wagon, always the same.

    Pa’s back was hunched. The reins were loose in his hands, the wind blew his long brown beard. Ma sat straight and quiet, her hands folded in her lap. Baby Carrie slept in a nest among the soft bundles.

    Ah-wow! Mary yawned, and Laura said: Ma, can’t we get out and run behind the wagon? My legs are so tired.

    No, Laura, Ma said.

    Aren’t we going to camp pretty soon? Laura asked. It seemed such a long time since noon, when they had eaten their lunch sitting on the clean grass in the shade of the wagon.

    Pa answered: Not yet. It’s too early to camp now.

    I want to camp, now! I’m so tired, Laura said.

    Then Ma said, Laura. That was all, but it meant that Laura must not complain. So she did not complain any more out loud, but she was still naughty, inside. She sat and thought complaints to herself.

    Her legs ached and the wind wouldn’t stop blowing her hair. The grass waved and the wagon jolted and nothing else happened for a long time.

    We’re coming to a creek or a river, Pa said. Girls, can you see those trees ahead?

    Laura stood up and held to one of the wagon bows. Far ahead she saw a low dark smudge. That’s trees, Pa said. You can tell by the shape of the shadows. In this country, trees mean water. That’s where we’ll camp tonight.

    CROSSING THE CREEK

    Pet and Patty began to trot briskly, as if they were glad, too. Laura held tight to the wagon bow and stood up in the jolting wagon. Beyond Pa’s shoulder and far across the waves of green grass she could see the trees, and they were not like any trees she had seen before. They were no taller than bushes.

    Whoa! said Pa, suddenly. Now which way? he muttered to himself.

    The road divided here, and you could not tell which was the more-traveled way. Both of them were faint wheel tracks in the grass. One went toward the west, the other sloped downward a little, toward the south. Both soon vanished in the tall, blowing grass.

    Better go downhill, I guess, Pa decided. The creek’s down in the bottoms. Must be this is the way to the ford. He turned Pet and Patty toward the south.

    The road went down and up and down and up again, over gently curving land. The trees were nearer now, but they were no taller. Then Laura gasped and clutched the wagon bow, for almost under Pet’s and Patty’s noses there was no more blowing grass, there was no land at all. She looked beyond the edge of the land and across the tops of trees.

    The road turned there. For a little way it went along the cliff’s top, then it went sharply downward. Pa put on the brakes; Pet and Patty braced themselves backward and almost sat down. The wagon wheels slid onward, little by little lowering the wagon farther down the steep slope into the ground. Jagged cliffs of bare red earth rose up on both sides of the wagon. Grass waved along their tops, but nothing grew on their seamed, straight-up-and-down sides. They were hot, and heat came from them against Laura’s face. The wind was still blowing overhead, but it did not blow down into this deep crack in the ground. The stillness seemed strange and empty.

    Then once more the wagon was level. The narrow crack down which it had come opened into the bottom lands. Here grew the tall trees whose tops Laura had seen from the prairie above. Shady groves were scattered on the rolling meadows, and in the groves deer were lying down, hardly to be seen among the shadows. The deer turned their heads toward the wagon, and curious fawns stood up to see it more clearly.

    Laura was surprised because she

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