{"id":265702,"date":"2026-07-16T14:22:30","date_gmt":"2026-07-16T11:22:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/little-house-on-the-prairie-book-4-laura-ingalls-wilder-1\/"},"modified":"2026-07-16T14:22:30","modified_gmt":"2026-07-16T11:22:30","slug":"little-house-on-the-prairie-book-4-laura-ingalls-wilder-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/little-house-on-the-prairie-book-4-laura-ingalls-wilder-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Little House On The Prairie Book 4 – Laura Ingalls Wilder (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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How many brothers and sisters have you?\u201d \u201cTwo,\u201d Laura said. \u201cThat\u2019s Mary, and Carrie\u2019s the baby. She has golden hair, too. And we have a bulldog named Jack. We live on Plum Creek. Where do you live?\u201d \u201cDoes your Pa drive two bay horses with black manes and tails?\u201d Christy asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d said Laura. \u201cThey are Sam and David, our Christmas horses.\u201d \u201cHe comes by our house, so you came by it, too,\u201d said Christy. \u201cIt\u2019s the house before you come to Beadle\u2019s store and post-office, before you get to the blacksmith shop. Miss Eva Beadle\u2019s our teacher. That\u2019s Nellie Oleson.\u201d Nellie Oleson was very pretty. Her yellow hair hung in long curls, with two big blue ribbon bows on top.<\/p>\n

Her dress was thin white lawn, with little blue flowers scattered over it, and she wore shoes. She looked at Laura and she looked at Mary, and she wrinkled up her nose. \u201cHm!\u201d she said. \u201cCountry girls!\u201d Before anyone else could say anything, a bell rang. A young lady stood in the schoolhouse doorway, swinging the bell in her hand. All the boys and girls hurried by her into the schoolhouse. She was a beautiful young lady. Her brown hair was frizzed in bangs over her brown eyes, and done in thick braids behind.<\/p>\n

Buttons sparkled all down the front of her bodice, and her skirts were drawn back tightly and fell down behind in big puffs and loops. Her face was sweet and her smile was lovely. She laid her hand on Laura\u2019s shoulder and said, \u201cYou\u2019re a new little girl, aren\u2019t you?\u201d \u201cYes, ma\u2019am,\u201d said Laura. \u201cAnd this is your sister?\u201d Teacher asked, smiling at Mary. \u201cYes, ma\u2019am,\u201d said Mary. \u201cThen come with me,\u201d said Teacher, \u201cand I\u2019ll write your names in my book.\u201d They went with her the whole length of the schoolhouse, and stepped up on the platform.<\/p>\n

The schoolhouse was a room made of new boards. Its ceiling was the underneath of shingles, like the attic ceiling. Long benches stood one behind another down the middle of the room.<\/p>\n

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When the wagon wheels stopped turning, Jack dropped down in the shade between them. His belly sank on the grass and his front legs stretched out. His nose fitted in the furry hollow. All of him rested, except his ears. All day long for many, many days, Jack had been trotting under the wagon. He had trotted all the way from the little log house in Indian Territory, across Kansas, across Missouri, across Iowa, and a long way into Minnesota.<\/p>\n

He had learned to take his rest whenever the wagon stopped. In the wagon Laura jumped up, and so did Mary. Their legs were tired of not moving. \u201cThis must be the place,\u201d Pa said. \u201cIt\u2019s half a mile up the creek from Nelson\u2019s. We\u2019ve come a good half-mile, and there\u2019s the creek.\u201d Laura could not see a creek. She saw a grassy bank, and beyond it a line of willow-tree tops, waving in the gentle wind.<\/p>\n

Everywhere else the prairie grasses were rippling far away to the sky\u2019s straight edge. \u201cSeems to be some kind of stable over there,\u201d said Pa, looking around the edge of the canvas wagon-cover. \u201cBut where\u2019s the house?\u201d Laura jumped inside her skin. A man was standing beside the horses. No one had been in sight anywhere, but suddenly that man was there. His hair was pale yellow, his round face was as red as an Indian\u2019s, and his eyes were so pale that they looked like a mistake.<\/p>\n

Jack growled. \u201cBe still, Jack!\u201d said Pa. He asked the man, \u201cAre you Mr. Hanson?\u201d \u201cYah,\u201d the man said. Pa spoke slowly and loudly. \u201cI heard you want to go west. You trade your place?\u201d The man looked slowly at the wagon. He looked at the mustangs, Pet and Patty. After a while he said again, \u201cYah.\u201d Pa got out of the wagon, and Ma said, \u201cYou can climb out and run around, girls, I know you are tired, sitting still.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack got up when Laura climbed down the wagon wheel, but he had to stay under the wagon until Pa said he might go. He looked out at Laura while she ran along a little path that was there. The path went across short sunny grass, to the edge of the bank. Down below it was the creek, rippling and glistening in the sunshine.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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