Little House in the Big Woods (illustrated)

won’t let the wolves in

All alone in the wild Big Woods, and the snow, and the cold, the little log house was warm and snug and cosy. Pa and Ma and Mary and Laura and Baby Carrie were comfortable and happy there, especially at night.

stepped carefully over the tumbling rod, which was tumbling over and over on the ground

Pa said there was lots of honey left for the bees, and there was another large, hollow tree near by, into which they could move. He said it was time they had a clean, new home

Caroline says Charles could span her waist with his hands, when they were married

so many furs that when they were

Peter had taken the gun, or I would have shot him

Woods, setting the small traps for muskrats and mink along the creeks, the middle-sized traps for foxes and wolves in the woods. He set out the big bear traps hoping to get a fat bear before they all went into their dens for the winter

There were small traps and middle-sized traps and great bear traps with teeth in their jaws that Pa said would break a man’s leg if they shut onto it

so she could not hear the hog squeal.
“It doesn’t hurt him, Laura,” Pa said. “We do it so quickly.” But she did not want to hear him squeal.
In a minute she took one finger cautiously out of an ear, and listened. The hog had stopped squealing. After that, Butchering Time was great fun