G and I are still reading through Little House on the Prairie. Today we decided to make use of our little historical figures, mostly from those ubiquitous Toobs, and our markable map from Sonlight.
Yes, this edition is the very copy I read at G’s age, and years afterward. Look up in the far left-hand corner. Can you believe it only cost $1.75?
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.
And everywhere were little brown-striped gophers.
These little creature looked soft as velvet. They had bright round eyes and crinkling noses and wee paws. They popped out of their holes in the ground and stood up to look at Mary and Laura….
Mary and Laura wanted to catch one to take home to Ma.
So Laura chewed and swallowed, and she said, “I want to see a papoose.”
Indians came riding on the path that passed so close to the house. They went by as though it were not there.
They were thin and brown and bare. They rode their little ponies without saddle or bridle.
They sat up straight on the naked ponies and did not look to right or left. But their black eyes glittered.
Laura and Mary backed against the house and looked up at them. And they saw red-brown skin bright against the blue sky…
After a bit of map work and reading one more chapter, G made his own snug, log cabin. They were cut at the ends of the logs just like Pa had cut theirs with his ax.
There was no door and there were no windows. There was no floor except the ground and no roof except the canvas. But that house had good stout walls, and it would stay where it was. It was not like the wagon, that every morning went on to some other place.
“We’re going to do well here, Caroline,” Pa said. “This is a great country. This is a country I’ll be contented to stay in the rest of my life.”