The first four years
Laura Ingalls Wilder was born on February 7, 1867. In February 10, 1957 she was an American writer, most notably the author of the Little House on the Prairie books of children's novels based on her childhood in a settler family. On December 10, 1882, two months before her sixteenth birthday, Laura accepted her first teaching position. In Little Town on the Prairie she receives her first teaching certificate on December 24, 1882 She later admitted she did not particularly enjoy teaching, but felt the responsibility from a young age to help her family financially. Laura's teaching career and studies ended when she married Almanzo Wilder.
The First Years
Laura twisted the bright gold ring with its pearl-and –garnet setting around and around on the forefinger of her left hand. It was a pretty ring and she liked having it, but … “I’ve been thinking,” she said. “I don’t want to marry a farmer. I have always said I never would. I do wish you would do something else. There are chances in town now while it is so new and growing”
Then Manly asked, “Why don’t you want to marry a farmer?” And Laura replied, “Because a farm is such a hard place for a women. There are so many chores for her to do, and harvest help and threshers to cook for. Besides a farmer never has any money. He can never make any because the people in towns tell him what they will pay for what he has to sell and then they charge him what they please for what he has to buy. It is nor fair”
Manly laughed. “Well, as the Irishman said, ‘Everything is evened up in this world. The rich have there ice in the summer but the poor get there ice in the winter.’ ”
Laura refused to make a joke of it. She said, “I don’t always want to be poor and work hard while the people in town take it easy and make money off us.”
“But you’ve got it all wrong,” Manly told her seriously. “Farmers are the only ones who are independent. How long would a merchant last if famers didn’t trade with him? There is a strife between them to please the famer. They have to take trade away from each other in order to make more money, while all a famer has to do is to sow another field if he wants to make a little extra”
“You see, on a farm it all depends on what a man is willing to do. If he is willing to work and give his attention to his farm, he can make money money than the men in town and all the time be his own boss.”
Again there was a silence, a rather skeptical silence on Laura’s part, broken at last by Manly, who said, “If you’ll try it for three years and I haven’t made a success in farming by that time, I’ll quit and do anything you want me to do. I promise that at the end of three years we will quit farming if I have not made such a success that you are willing to keep on.” And Laura consented to try it for three years. It’s was growing late in the fall.
The day went by and by and the wheat headed tall and strong and green and beautiful. Then the grain was in the milk and in just a few days more the crop would be safe. Even if it turned dry now there would be a good crop. For the stalks would ripen the wheat.
“Didn’t I tell you,” he said, “that everything evens up? The rich have their ice in the summer, but the poor get theirs in the winter.” It was wonderful.
As the afternoon one day. The sunshine darkened, and the wind sighed and then fell again as it grew darker yet. Then the wind rose a little, and it grew lighter, but the light was a greenish color. Then the storm came. It rained only a little; then hailstones began to fall, at first scattering slowly, then falling thicker and faster while the stones were larger, some of them as large as hens’ eggs.
Manly went out to look at the wheat field and came in sober enough. “There is no wheat to cut,” he said “It is all threshed and pounded in to the ground. Three thousand dollars’ worth of wheat planted, and it’s the wrong time of the year.”
Laura was muttering to herself, “The poor man got his ice in the summer this time.”
The Second Years
The yield of grain was not nearly so much as it should have been. The season had been too dry. And the price of wheat was lower – only fifty cents a bushel. Manly and Laura didn't achieve success experience in farming, as usual. The twenty – fifth of August had come again, and this winter and summer were the second year.
The first four years
Laura Ingalls Wilder was born on February 7, 1867. In February 10, 1957 she was an American writer, most notably the author of the Little House on the Prairie by fun4us"> books of children's novels based on her childhood in a settler family. On December 10, 1882, two months before her sixteenth birthday, Laura accepted her first teaching position. In Little Town on the Prairie she receives her first teaching certificate on December 24, 1882 She later admitted she did not particularly enjoy teaching, but felt the responsibility from a young age to help her family financially. Laura's teaching career and studies ended when she married Almanzo Wilder.
The First Years
Laura twisted the bright gold ring with its pearl-and –garnet setting around and around on the forefinger of her left hand. It was a pretty ring and she liked having it, but … “I’ve been thinking,” she said. “I don’t want to marry a farmer. I have always said I never would. I do wish you would do something else. There are chances in town now while it is so new and growing”
Then Manly asked, “Why don’t you want to marry a farmer?” And Laura replied, “Because a farm is such a hard place for a women. There are so many chores for her to do, and harvest help and threshers to cook for. Besides a farmer never has any money. He can never make any because the people in towns tell him what they will pay for what he has to sell and then they charge him what they please for what he has to buy. It is nor fair”
Manly laughed. “Well, as the Irishman said, ‘Everything is evened up in this world. The rich have there ice in the summer but the poor get there ice in the winter.’ ”
Laura refused to make a joke of it. She said, “I don’t always want to be poor and work hard while the people in town take it easy and make money off us.”
“But you’ve got it all wrong,” Manly told her seriously. “Farmers are the only ones who are independent. How long would a merchant last if famers didn’t trade with him? There is a strife between them to please the famer. They have to take trade away from each other in order to make more money, while all a famer has to do is to sow another field if he wants to make a little extra”
“You see, on a farm it all depends on what a man is willing to do. If he is willing to work and give his attention to his farm, he can make money money than the men in town and all the time be his own boss.”
Again there was a silence, a rather skeptical silence on Laura’s part, broken at last by Manly, who said, “If you’ll try it for three years and I haven’t made a success in farming by that time, I’ll quit and do anything you want me to do. I promise that at the end of three years we will quit farming if I have not made such a success that you are willing to keep on.” And Laura consented to try it for three years. It’s was growing late in the fall.
The day went by and by and the wheat headed tall and strong and green and beautiful. Then the grain was in the milk and in just a few days more the crop would be safe. Even if it turned dry now there would be a good crop. For the stalks would ripen the wheat.
“Didn’t I tell you,” he said, “that everything evens up? The rich have their ice in the summer, but the poor get theirs in the winter.” It was wonderful.
As the afternoon one day. The sunshine darkened, and the wind sighed and then fell again as it grew darker yet. Then the wind rose a little, and it grew lighter, but the light was a greenish color. Then the storm came. It rained only a little; then hailstones began to fall, at first scattering slowly, then falling thicker and faster while the stones were larger, some of them as large as hens’ eggs.
Manly went out to look at the wheat field and came in sober enough. “There is no wheat to cut,” he said “It is all threshed and pounded in to the ground. Three thousand dollars’ worth of wheat planted, and it’s the wrong time of the year.”
Laura was muttering to herself, “The poor man got his ice in the summer this time.”
The Second Years
The yield of grain was not nearly so much as it should have been. The season had been too dry. And the price of wheat was lower – only fifty cents a bushel. Manly and Laura didn't achieve success experience in farming, as usual. The twenty – fifth of August had come again, and this winter and summer were the second year.
การแปล กรุณารอสักครู่..
