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by Willa Cather
FIRST HEARD of Antonia on what seemed to me an interminable journey across the great midland plain of North America.
by Jonathan Swift
MY FATHER HAD a small estate in Nottinghamshire, 1 was the third of five sons.
by James Fenimore Cooper
IT WAS a feature peculiar to the colonial wars of North America, that the toils and dangers of the wilderness were to be...
by Laura Ingalls Wilder
Along time ago, when all the grandfathers and grandmothers of today were little boys and little girls or very small babi...
by Alexander Hamilton, James Madison
AFTER an unequivocal experience of the inefficacy of the subsisting federal government, you are called upon to deliberat...
by Laura Ingalls Wilder
Once upon a time, sixty years ago, a little girl lived in the Big Woods of Wisconsin, in a little gray house made of log...
by Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
by Willa Cather
One January day, thirty years ago, the little town of Hanover, anchored on a windy Nebraska tableland, was trying not to...
by Carol Ryrie Brink
In 1864 Caddie Woodlawn was eleven, and as wild a little tomboy as ever ran the woods of western Wisconsin.
by Laura Ingalls Wilder
The dim wagon track went no farther on the prairie, and Pa stopped the horses.
by Juan Ramón Jiménez
Platero is so little, so hairy, smooth, and so soft to the touch that you might say he is made of puffy cotton, all ligh...
by Isabel Allende
Everyone is born with some special talent, and Eliza Sommers discovered early on that she had two: a good sense of smell...
by N. Gregory Mankiw, J. Gans, S. King, N. Mankiw
by Laura Ingalls Wilder
He wore one pair of socks pulled snug over the legs of his underdrawers, and another pair outside the legs of his long b...
by Jack London
Pictures! Pictures! Pictures! Often, before I learned, did I wonder whence came the multitudes of pictures that thronged...
by Laura Ingalls Wilder
THE MOWING MACHINE'S whirring sounded cheerfully from the old buffalo wallow south of the claim shanty, where bluestem g...
by Laura Ingalls Wilder
LAURA WAS WASHING the dishes one morning when old Jack, lying in the sunshine on the doorstep, growled to tell her that ...
by Patricia MacLachlan, Patricia MacLachlan
"Did Mama sing every day?"