On the Banks of Plum Creek (Little House, No 4)
Laura Ingalls Wilder
Language: English
Pages: 352
ISBN: 0064400042
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The adventures of Laura Ingalls and her family continue as they leave their little house on the prairie and travel in their covered wagon to Minnesota. Here they settle in a little house made of sod beside the banks of beautiful Plum Creek. Soon Pa builds a wonderful new little house with real glass windows and a hinged door. Laura and her sister Mary go to school, help with the chores, and fish in the creek. At night everyone listens to the merry music of Pa's fiddle. Misfortunes come in the form of a grasshopper plague and a terrible blizzard, but the pioneer family works hard together to overcome these troubles.
And so continues Laura Ingalls Wilder's beloved story of a pioneer girl and her family. The nine Little House books have been cherished by generations of readers as both a unique glimpse into America's frontier past and a heartwarming, unforgettable story.
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"Mmm!" Laura looked up the glistening, prickly, golden stack. She had never seen the sky so blue as it was above that gold. She could not stay on the ground. She had to be high up in that blue sky. "Laura!" Mary cried. "Pa said we mustn't!" Laura was climbing. "He did not, either!" she contradicted. "He did not say we must not climb up it. He said we must not slide down it. I'm only climbing." "You come right straight down from there," said Mary. Laura was on top of the stack. She looked
of it came off, crumbly. The inside was hard and clear and dark brown. And it had a rich, brown, tangy taste. Pa said it was horehound candy. After the dishes were done, Laura and Mary each took her stick of candy and they sat on Pa's knees, outside the door in the cool dusk. Ma sat just inside the dugout, humming to Carrie in her arms. T h e creek was talking to itself under the yellow willows. One by one the great stars 78 ON T H E BANKS OF P L U M C R E E K swung low and seemed to
ones and took them to the house to show Ma. When that crop was harvested, Pa said, they'd be out of debt and have more money than they knew what to do with. He'd have a buggy, Ma would have a silk dress, they'd all have new shoes and eat beef every Sunday. After dinner he put on a clean shirt and took three dollars out of the fiddle-box. He was going to town to get his new boots. He walked, because the horses had been working all that week and he left them at home to rest. It was late that
with her red yarn mouth and her shoe-button eyes. Laura lifted her carefully and smoothed her wavy black-yarn hair and her skirts. Charlotte had no feet, and her hands were only stitched on the flat ends of her arms, because she was a rag doll. But Laura loved her dearly. Charlotte had been Laura's very own since Christmas morning long ago in the Big Woods of Wisconsin. Laura carried her down the ladder, and Anna shouted for her. Laura put Charlotte carefully in Anna's arms. Anna hugged her
of the Christmas candy. I'm sorry." Laura hugged him from one side and Mary hugged him from the other. T h e y hugged him hard and Laura said, "Oh Pa, I am so glad you did!" "So am I, Pa! So am I!" said Mary. They were truly glad. "Well," Pa said, "we'll have a big wheat crop next year, and you girls won't have to wait till next Christmas for candy." "Was it good, P a ? " Laura asked. "Did you 332 ON THE BANKS OF PLUM CREEK feel better after you ate it?" "It was very good, and I felt