A Son of the Middle Border
Реклама. ООО «ЛитРес», ИНН: 7719571260.
Оглавление
Garland Hamlin. A Son of the Middle Border
CHAPTER I. Home from the War
CHAPTER II. The McClintocks
CHAPTER III. The Home in the Coulee
CHAPTER IV. Father Sells the Farm
CHAPTER V. The Last Threshing in the Coulee
CHAPTER VI. David and His Violin
CHAPTER VII. Winnesheik "Woods and Prairie Lands"
CHAPTER VIII. We Move Again
CHAPTER IX. Our First Winter on the Prairie
CHAPTER X. The Homestead on the Knoll
CHAPTER XI. School Life
CHAPTER XII. Chores and Almanacs
CHAPTER XIII. Boy Life on the Prairie
CHAPTER XIV. Wheat and the Harvest
CHAPTER XV. Harriet Goes Away
CHAPTER XVI. We Move to Town
CHAPTER XVII. A Taste of Village Life
CHAPTER XVIII. Back to the Farm
CHAPTER XIX. End of School Days
CHAPTER XX. The Land of the Dakotas
CHAPTER XXI. The Grasshopper and the Ant
CHAPTER XXII. We Discover New England
CHAPTER XXIII. Coasting Down Mt. Washington
CHAPTER XXIV. Tramping, New York, Washington, and Chicago
CHAPTER XXV. The Land of the Straddle-Bug
CHAPTER XXVI. On to Boston
CHAPTER XXVII. Enter a Friend
CHAPTER XXVIII. A Visit to the West
CHAPTER XXIX. I Join the Anti-Poverty Brigade
CHAPTER XXX. My Mother is Stricken
CHAPTER XXXI. Main Travelled Roads
CHAPTER XXXII. The Spirit of Revolt
CHAPTER XXXIII. The End of the Sunset Trail
CHAPTER XXXIV. We Go to California
CHAPTER XXXV. The Homestead in the Valley
Отрывок из книги
All of this universe known to me in the year 1864 was bounded by the wooded hills of a little Wisconsin coulee, and its center was the cottage in which my mother was living alone – my father was in the war. As I project myself back into that mystical age, half lights cover most of the valley. The road before our doorstone begins and ends in vague obscurity – and Granma Green's house at the fork of the trail stands on the very edge of the world in a sinister region peopled with bears and other menacing creatures. Beyond this point all is darkness and terror.
It is Sunday afternoon and my mother and her three children, Frank, Harriet and I (all in our best dresses) are visiting the Widow Green, our nearest neighbor, a plump, jolly woman whom we greatly love. The house swarms with stalwart men and buxom women and we are all sitting around the table heaped with the remains of a harvest feast. The women are "telling fortunes" by means of tea-grounds. Mrs. Green is the seeress. After shaking the cup with the grounds at the bottom, she turns it bottom side up in a saucer. Then whirling it three times to the right and three times to the left, she lifts it and silently studies the position of the leaves which cling to the sides of the cup, what time we all wait in breathless suspense for her first word.
.....
Thus it happened that my first impressions of life were martial, and my training military, for my father brought back from his two years' campaigning under Sherman and Thomas the temper and the habit of a soldier.
He became naturally the dominant figure in my horizon, and his scheme of discipline impressed itself almost at once upon his children.
.....