Ian M.

“harrowed another row, and another. Then at last he heard the horns”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House in the Big Woods, Farmer Boy, Little House on the Prairie, On the Banks of Plum Creek, By the Shores of Silver Lake

“yelled. Down the track the horses came pounding. “Come on! Come on! The bay! The bay!” They flashed past too quickly to be seen. Behind came the Indian, running easily. In front of the grand-stand he leaped high in the air, turned a handspring, and stood, saluting all the people with his right hand. The grand-stand shook with the noise of shouting and stamping. Even Father was shouting, “Hurrah! Hurrah!” The Indian had run that mile in two minutes and forty seconds, as fast as the winning horse. He was not even panting. He saluted all the cheering people again, and walked off the track. The bay horse had won. There were more races, but soon it was three o’clock, time to go home. Driving home was exciting that day, because there was so much to talk about. Royal had thrown a ring over one of the black-and-white-striped canes, and he had it. Alice had spent a nickel for peppermint candy. She broke the striped stick in two and each had a piece to suck slowly. It seemed strange to be at home only long enough to do the chores and sleep. Early next morning they were driving away again. There were two more days of the Fair. This morning Almanzo and Father went quickly past the stock-sheds to the display of vegetables and”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House in the Big Woods, Farmer Boy, Little House on the Prairie, On the Banks of Plum Creek, By the Shores of Silver Lake