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The second book in Laura Ingalls Wilder’s treasured Little House series—now available as an ebook! This digital version features Garth Williams’s classic illustrations, which appear in vibrant full color on a full-color device and in rich black-and-white on all other devices.
While Laura Ingalls grows up on the prairie, Almanzo Wilder is living on a big farm in New York State. Here Almanzo and his brother and sisters help with the summer planting and fall harvest. In winter there is wood to be chopped and great slabs of ice to be cut from the river and stored. Time for fun comes when the jolly tin peddler visits, or best of all, when the fair comes to town. Almanzo wishes for just one thing—his very own horse—and he must prove that he is ready for such a big responsibility.
Farmer Boy is Laura Ingalls Wilder's beloved story of how her husband, Almanzo, grew up as a farmer boy far from the little house where Laura lived. The nine Little House books have been cherished by generations of readers as both a unique glimpse into America’s frontier history and as heartwarming, unforgettable stories.
374 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 1, 1933
I swear, my stomach rumbled every ten minutes!
"Almanzo simply ate. He ate ham and chicken and turkey, and dressing and cranberry jelly; he ate potatoes and gravy, succotash, baked beans and boiled beans and onions, and white bread and rye ’n’ injun bread, and sweet pickles and jam and preserves. Then he drew a long breath, and he ate pie."
Reading as Almanzo completed farm chores and tamed his oxen kindled my brief (but fervent) desire to become a farmer in fifth grade (well, until the impracticality of city-life ruined that dream!)
"There was no time to lose, no time to waste in rest or play. The life of the earth comes up with a rush in the springtime."
There was one crazy scene where their teacher cracked a whip around the school room due to some seriously rowdy teens (could you imagine the look on the PTA Mom's faces?)
"If the teacher has to thrash you again, Royal, I’ll give you a thrashing you’ll remember."
Mother sliced the hot rye n' injun bread, on the breadboard by her plate. Father's spoon cut deep into the chicken pie; he scooped up big pieces of thick crust and turned up their fluffy yellow undersides on the plate. He poured gravy over them, he dipped up big pieces of tender chicken, dark meat and white meat sliding from the bones. He added a mound of baked beans and topped it with a quivering slice of fat pork.
Father gave him the heavy half dollar. "It's yours," said father, "you can buy a suckling pig with it if you want to. You could raise it, and it would raise a litter of pigs worth four of five dollars apiece. Or you can trade that half dollar for lemonade, and drink it up. You do as you want; it's your money."
