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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it to carry the snow out to the lean-to. “Just so you’re here, Charles,” she murmured. Pa sat down and leaned to the heater, holding out his hands to warm them. But he was uneasily listening to the wind. Before long he started up from his chair. “I’m going to do the chores before this gets any worse,” he said. “It may take me some time but don’t worry, Caroline. Your clothesline’ll hold and get me back all right.” He was gone till dark and longer. Supper was waiting when he came in, stamping
eating, the lamp began to flicker. With all its might the flame pulled itself up, drawing the last drop of kerosene up the wick. Then it fainted down and desperately tried again. Ma leaned over and blew it out. The dark came in, loud with the roar and the shrieking of the storm. “The fire is dying, anyway, so we may as well go to bed,” Ma said gently. Christmas day was over. Laura lay in bed and listened to the winds blowing, louder and louder. They sounded like the pack of wolves howling
Charles?” “Well,” Pa answered reluctantly, “I hate to tell you.” He cleared his throat. “The train isn’t coming.” They all stood looking at him. He went on, “The railroad has stopped running trains, till spring.” Ma threw up her hands and dropped into a chair. “How can it, Charles? It can’t. It can’t do that. Till spring? This is only the first of January.” “They can’t get the trains through,” said Pa. “They no sooner get a train through a cut than a blizzard comes and snows it in again.
frost had killed the hay and the garden. The tangled tomato vines with their red and green tomatoes, and the pumpkin vines holding their broad leaves over the green young pumpkins, were all glittering bright in frost over the broken, frosty sod. The sod corn’s stalks and long leaves were white. The frost had killed them. It would leave every living green thing dead. But the frost was beautiful. At breakfast Pa said, “There’ll be no more haying, so we’ll get in our harvest. We can’t get much from
breakfast!” “Ma didn’t call me,” Laura made excuse. “I didn’t need help to cook this little bit of breakfast,” Ma said. “Only one biscuit apiece, and small ones at that. It took the last bit of the wheat to make them.” “I don’t want even one,” Laura said. “The rest of you can divide mine. I won’t be hungry till the train comes in.” “You will eat your share,” Pa told her. “Then we’ll all wait till the train brings more.” They were all merry over the biscuits. Ma said that Pa must have the