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grumbled Ambrosch. I knew he had broken the saw, and then hid it and lied about it. I began to wish I had not stayed for supper. Everything was disagreeable to me. Ántonia ate so noisily now, like a man, and she yawned often at the table and kept stretching her arms over her head, as if they ached. Grandmother had sai... | No speaker | we build, and I never,”<|quote|>grumbled Ambrosch. I knew he had broken the saw, and then hid it and lied about it. I began to wish I had not stayed for supper. Everything was disagreeable to me. Ántonia ate so noisily now, like a man, and she yawned often at the table and kept stretching her arms over her head, as if... | I break his saw when we build, and I never,”<|quote|>grumbled Ambrosch. I knew he had broken the saw, and then hid it and lied about it. I began to wish I had not stayed for supper. Everything was disagreeable to me. Ántonia ate so noisily now, like a man, and she yawned often at the table and kept stretching her arms... | much milk like what your grandpa say. If he make talk about fifteen dollars, I send him back the cow.” “He does n’t talk about the fifteen dollars,” I exclaimed indignantly. “He does n’t find fault with people.” “He say I break his saw when we build, and I never,”<|quote|>grumbled Ambrosch. I knew he had broken the sa... | them ox to-morrow and try the sod plough. Then you not be so smart.” His sister laughed. “Don’t be mad. I know it’s awful hard work for break sod. I milk the cow for you to-morrow, if you want.” Mrs. Shimerda turned quickly to me. “That cow not give so much milk like what your grandpa say. If he make talk about fifteen... | from their hands and faces at the wash-basin by the kitchen door, we sat down at the oilcloth-covered table. Mrs. Shimerda ladled meal mush out of an iron pot and poured milk on it. After the mush we had fresh bread and sorghum molasses, and coffee with the cake that had been kept warm in the feathers. Ántonia and Ambr... | going to grow up boastful like her mother, I wondered? Before we reached the stable, I felt something tense in her silence, and glancing up I saw that she was crying. She turned her face from me and looked off at the red streak of dying light, over the dark prairie. I climbed up into the loft and threw down the hay for... | and the story got abroad that the Shimerdas kept their food in their feather beds. When the sun was dropping low, Ántonia came up the big south draw with her team. How much older she had grown in eight months! She had come to us a child, and now she was a tall, strong young girl, although her fifteenth birthday had jus... | school that begins next week over at the sod schoolhouse. She says there’s a good teacher, and you’d learn a lot.” Ántonia stood up, lifting and dropping her shoulders as if they were stiff. “I ain’t got time to learn. I can work like mans now. My mother can’t say no more how Ambrosch do all and nobody to help him. I c... | My Antonia |
“Heavy field work’ll spoil that girl. She’ll lose all her nice ways and get rough ones.” | Grandmother | they ached. Grandmother had said,<|quote|>“Heavy field work’ll spoil that girl. She’ll lose all her nice ways and get rough ones.”</|quote|>She had lost them already. | over her head, as if they ached. Grandmother had said,<|quote|>“Heavy field work’ll spoil that girl. She’ll lose all her nice ways and get rough ones.”</|quote|>She had lost them already. After supper I rode home | it and lied about it. I began to wish I had not stayed for supper. Everything was disagreeable to me. Ántonia ate so noisily now, like a man, and she yawned often at the table and kept stretching her arms over her head, as if they ached. Grandmother had said,<|quote|>“Heavy field work’ll spoil that girl. She’ll lose al... | fifteen dollars, I send him back the cow.” “He does n’t talk about the fifteen dollars,” I exclaimed indignantly. “He does n’t find fault with people.” “He say I break his saw when we build, and I never,” grumbled Ambrosch. I knew he had broken the saw, and then hid it and lied about it. I began to wish I had not stay... | in Bohemian; disputing about which of them had done more ploughing that day. Mrs. Shimerda egged them on, chuckling while she gobbled her food. [Illustration: Ántonia ploughing in the field] Presently Ambrosch said sullenly in English: “You take them ox to-morrow and try the sod plough. Then you not be so smart.” His s... | for her, while she unharnessed her team. We walked slowly back toward the house. Ambrosch had come in from the north quarter, and was watering his oxen at the tank. Ántonia took my hand. “Sometime you will tell me all those nice things you learn at the school, won’t you, Jimmy?” she asked with a sudden rush of feeling ... | slipped by. I ran out and met her as she brought her horses up to the windmill to water them. She wore the boots her father had so thoughtfully taken off before he shot himself, and his old fur cap. Her outgrown cotton dress switched about her calves, over the boot-tops. She kept her sleeves rolled up all day, and her ... | learn at the school, won’t you, Jimmy?” she asked with a sudden rush of feeling in her voice. “My father, he went much to school. He know a great deal; how to make the fine cloth like what you not got here. He play horn and violin, and he read so many books that the priests in Bohemie come to talk to him. You won’t for... | My Antonia |
She had lost them already. After supper I rode home through the sad, soft spring twilight. Since winter I had seen very little of Ántonia. She was out in the fields from sun-up until sun-down. If I rode over to see her where she was ploughing, she stopped at the end of a row to chat for a moment, then gripped her plou... | No speaker | ways and get rough ones.”<|quote|>She had lost them already. After supper I rode home through the sad, soft spring twilight. Since winter I had seen very little of Ántonia. She was out in the fields from sun-up until sun-down. If I rode over to see her where she was ploughing, she stopped at the end of a row to chat f... | She’ll lose all her nice ways and get rough ones.”<|quote|>She had lost them already. After supper I rode home through the sad, soft spring twilight. Since winter I had seen very little of Ántonia. She was out in the fields from sun-up until sun-down. If I rode over to see her where she was ploughing, she stopped at t... | was disagreeable to me. Ántonia ate so noisily now, like a man, and she yawned often at the table and kept stretching her arms over her head, as if they ached. Grandmother had said, “Heavy field work’ll spoil that girl. She’ll lose all her nice ways and get rough ones.”<|quote|>She had lost them already. After supper ... | I exclaimed indignantly. “He does n’t find fault with people.” “He say I break his saw when we build, and I never,” grumbled Ambrosch. I knew he had broken the saw, and then hid it and lied about it. I began to wish I had not stayed for supper. Everything was disagreeable to me. Ántonia ate so noisily now, like a man,... | them on, chuckling while she gobbled her food. [Illustration: Ántonia ploughing in the field] Presently Ambrosch said sullenly in English: “You take them ox to-morrow and try the sod plough. Then you not be so smart.” His sister laughed. “Don’t be mad. I know it’s awful hard work for break sod. I milk the cow for you t... | come in from the north quarter, and was watering his oxen at the tank. Ántonia took my hand. “Sometime you will tell me all those nice things you learn at the school, won’t you, Jimmy?” she asked with a sudden rush of feeling in her voice. “My father, he went much to school. He know a great deal; how to make the fine c... | windmill to water them. She wore the boots her father had so thoughtfully taken off before he shot himself, and his old fur cap. Her outgrown cotton dress switched about her calves, over the boot-tops. She kept her sleeves rolled up all day, and her arms and throat were burned as brown as a sailor’s. Her neck came up s... | that begins next week over at the sod schoolhouse. She says there’s a good teacher, and you’d learn a lot.” Ántonia stood up, lifting and dropping her shoulders as if they were stiff. “I ain’t got time to learn. I can work like mans now. My mother can’t say no more how Ambrosch do all and nobody to help him. I can work... | My Antonia |
“She will help some fellow get ahead in the world.” | Grandfather | he only smiled and said,<|quote|>“She will help some fellow get ahead in the world.”</|quote|>Nowadays Tony could talk of | When we complained of her, he only smiled and said,<|quote|>“She will help some fellow get ahead in the world.”</|quote|>Nowadays Tony could talk of nothing but the prices of | her team, and waded on down the furrow, making me feel that she was now grown up and had no time for me. On Sundays she helped her mother make garden or sewed all day. Grandfather was pleased with Ántonia. When we complained of her, he only smiled and said,<|quote|>“She will help some fellow get ahead in the world.”</|... | twilight. Since winter I had seen very little of Ántonia. She was out in the fields from sun-up until sun-down. If I rode over to see her where she was ploughing, she stopped at the end of a row to chat for a moment, then gripped her plough-handles, clucked to her team, and waded on down the furrow, making me feel that... | saw when we build, and I never,” grumbled Ambrosch. I knew he had broken the saw, and then hid it and lied about it. I began to wish I had not stayed for supper. Everything was disagreeable to me. Ántonia ate so noisily now, like a man, and she yawned often at the table and kept stretching her arms over her head, as i... | and Ántonia had washed the field dust from their hands and faces at the wash-basin by the kitchen door, we sat down at the oilcloth-covered table. Mrs. Shimerda ladled meal mush out of an iron pot and poured milk on it. After the mush we had fresh bread and sorghum molasses, and coffee with the cake that had been kept ... | sod with the oxen. “Jim, you ask Jake how much he ploughed to-day. I don’t want that Jake get more done in one day than me. I want we have very much corn this fall.” While the horses drew in the water, and nosed each other, and then drank again, Ántonia sat down on the windmill step and rested her head on her hand. “Yo... | warm in the feathers. Ántonia and Ambrosch were talking in Bohemian; disputing about which of them had done more ploughing that day. Mrs. Shimerda egged them on, chuckling while she gobbled her food. [Illustration: Ántonia ploughing in the field] Presently Ambrosch said sullenly in English: “You take them ox to-morrow ... | My Antonia |
Nowadays Tony could talk of nothing but the prices of things, or how much she could lift and endure. She was too proud of her strength. I knew, too, that Ambrosch put upon her some chores a girl ought not to do, and that the farmhands around the country joked in a nasty way about it. Whenever I saw her come up the furr... | No speaker | get ahead in the world.”<|quote|>Nowadays Tony could talk of nothing but the prices of things, or how much she could lift and endure. She was too proud of her strength. I knew, too, that Ambrosch put upon her some chores a girl ought not to do, and that the farmhands around the country joked in a nasty way about it. Wh... | “She will help some fellow get ahead in the world.”<|quote|>Nowadays Tony could talk of nothing but the prices of things, or how much she could lift and endure. She was too proud of her strength. I knew, too, that Ambrosch put upon her some chores a girl ought not to do, and that the farmhands around the country joked ... | feel that she was now grown up and had no time for me. On Sundays she helped her mother make garden or sewed all day. Grandfather was pleased with Ántonia. When we complained of her, he only smiled and said, “She will help some fellow get ahead in the world.”<|quote|>Nowadays Tony could talk of nothing but the prices o... | She was out in the fields from sun-up until sun-down. If I rode over to see her where she was ploughing, she stopped at the end of a row to chat for a moment, then gripped her plough-handles, clucked to her team, and waded on down the furrow, making me feel that she was now grown up and had no time for me. On Sundays s... | knew he had broken the saw, and then hid it and lied about it. I began to wish I had not stayed for supper. Everything was disagreeable to me. Ántonia ate so noisily now, like a man, and she yawned often at the table and kept stretching her arms over her head, as if they ached. Grandmother had said, “Heavy field work’l... | and faces at the wash-basin by the kitchen door, we sat down at the oilcloth-covered table. Mrs. Shimerda ladled meal mush out of an iron pot and poured milk on it. After the mush we had fresh bread and sorghum molasses, and coffee with the cake that had been kept warm in the feathers. Ántonia and Ambrosch were talking... | he ploughed to-day. I don’t want that Jake get more done in one day than me. I want we have very much corn this fall.” While the horses drew in the water, and nosed each other, and then drank again, Ántonia sat down on the windmill step and rested her head on her hand. “You see the big prairie fire from your place last... | ladled meal mush out of an iron pot and poured milk on it. After the mush we had fresh bread and sorghum molasses, and coffee with the cake that had been kept warm in the feathers. Ántonia and Ambrosch were talking in Bohemian; disputing about which of them had done more ploughing that day. Mrs. Shimerda egged them on,... | My Antonia |
XVIII AFTER I began to go to the country school, I saw less of the Bohemians. We were sixteen pupils at the sod schoolhouse, and we all came on horseback and brought our dinner. My schoolmates were none of them very interesting, but I somehow felt that by making comrades of them I was getting even with Ántonia for he... | No speaker | when he exclaimed, “My Án-tonia!”<|quote|>XVIII AFTER I began to go to the country school, I saw less of the Bohemians. We were sixteen pupils at the sod schoolhouse, and we all came on horseback and brought our dinner. My schoolmates were none of them very interesting, but I somehow felt that by making comrades of t... | managed to say so much when he exclaimed, “My Án-tonia!”<|quote|>XVIII AFTER I began to go to the country school, I saw less of the Bohemians. We were sixteen pupils at the sod schoolhouse, and we all came on horseback and brought our dinner. My schoolmates were none of them very interesting, but I somehow felt that ... | come up the furrow, shouting to her beasts, sunburned, sweaty, her dress open at the neck, and her throat and chest dust-plastered, I used to think of the tone in which poor Mr. Shimerda, who could say so little, yet managed to say so much when he exclaimed, “My Án-tonia!”<|quote|>XVIII AFTER I began to go to the cou... | things, or how much she could lift and endure. She was too proud of her strength. I knew, too, that Ambrosch put upon her some chores a girl ought not to do, and that the farmhands around the country joked in a nasty way about it. Whenever I saw her come up the furrow, shouting to her beasts, sunburned, sweaty, her dre... | If I rode over to see her where she was ploughing, she stopped at the end of a row to chat for a moment, then gripped her plough-handles, clucked to her team, and waded on down the furrow, making me feel that she was now grown up and had no time for me. On Sundays she helped her mother make garden or sewed all day. Gra... | smart.” His sister laughed. “Don’t be mad. I know it’s awful hard work for break sod. I milk the cow for you to-morrow, if you want.” Mrs. Shimerda turned quickly to me. “That cow not give so much milk like what your grandpa say. If he make talk about fifteen dollars, I send him back the cow.” “He does n’t talk about t... | good teacher, and you’d learn a lot.” Ántonia stood up, lifting and dropping her shoulders as if they were stiff. “I ain’t got time to learn. I can work like mans now. My mother can’t say no more how Ambrosch do all and nobody to help him. I can work as much as him. School is all right for little boys. I help make this... | if they ached. Grandmother had said, “Heavy field work’ll spoil that girl. She’ll lose all her nice ways and get rough ones.” She had lost them already. After supper I rode home through the sad, soft spring twilight. Since winter I had seen very little of Ántonia. She was out in the fields from sun-up until sun-down. ... | My Antonia |
“Now, don’t you say you have n’t got it, Ambrosch, because I know you have, and if you ain’t a-going to look for it, I will.” | Jake | responsible for it, flared up.<|quote|>“Now, don’t you say you have n’t got it, Ambrosch, because I know you have, and if you ain’t a-going to look for it, I will.”</|quote|>Ambrosch shrugged his shoulders and | of course, and Jake, feeling responsible for it, flared up.<|quote|>“Now, don’t you say you have n’t got it, Ambrosch, because I know you have, and if you ain’t a-going to look for it, I will.”</|quote|>Ambrosch shrugged his shoulders and sauntered down the hill toward | off across the pond in the draw-head. Ambrosch was up on the windmill tower, oiling the wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake asked for the collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to grandfather, of course, and Jake, feeling responsible for it, flared up.<|quote|>“Now, don’t you say ... | and their yellow breasts a-quiver. The wind blew about us in warm, sweet gusts. We rode slowly, with a pleasant sense of Sunday indolence. We found the Shimerdas working just as if it were a week-day. Marek was cleaning out the stable, and Ántonia and her mother were making garden, off across the pond in the draw-head.... | and she let me see that she admired him, while she thought of me only as a little boy. Before the spring was over, there was a distinct coldness between us and the Shimerdas. It came about in this way. One Sunday I rode over there with Jake to get a horse-collar which Ambrosch had borrowed from him and had not returned... | the prices of things, or how much she could lift and endure. She was too proud of her strength. I knew, too, that Ambrosch put upon her some chores a girl ought not to do, and that the farmhands around the country joked in a nasty way about it. Whenever I saw her come up the furrow, shouting to her beasts, sunburned, s... | kitchen door, we sat down at the oilcloth-covered table. Mrs. Shimerda ladled meal mush out of an iron pot and poured milk on it. After the mush we had fresh bread and sorghum molasses, and coffee with the cake that had been kept warm in the feathers. Ántonia and Ambrosch were talking in Bohemian; disputing about which... | and brought our dinner. My schoolmates were none of them very interesting, but I somehow felt that by making comrades of them I was getting even with Ántonia for her indifference. Since the father’s death, Ambrosch was more than ever the head of the house and he seemed to direct the feelings as well as the fortunes of ... | My Antonia |
Ambrosch shrugged his shoulders and sauntered down the hill toward the stable. I could see that it was one of his mean days. Presently he returned, carrying a collar that had been badly used—trampled in the dirt and gnawed by rats until the hair was sticking out of it. | No speaker | look for it, I will.”<|quote|>Ambrosch shrugged his shoulders and sauntered down the hill toward the stable. I could see that it was one of his mean days. Presently he returned, carrying a collar that had been badly used—trampled in the dirt and gnawed by rats until the hair was sticking out of it.</|quote|>“This what ... | if you ain’t a-going to look for it, I will.”<|quote|>Ambrosch shrugged his shoulders and sauntered down the hill toward the stable. I could see that it was one of his mean days. Presently he returned, carrying a collar that had been badly used—trampled in the dirt and gnawed by rats until the hair was sticking out of ... | for the collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to grandfather, of course, and Jake, feeling responsible for it, flared up. “Now, don’t you say you have n’t got it, Ambrosch, because I know you have, and if you ain’t a-going to look for it, I will.”<|quote|>Ambrosch shrugged his shoulders and sau... | the Shimerdas working just as if it were a week-day. Marek was cleaning out the stable, and Ántonia and her mother were making garden, off across the pond in the draw-head. Ambrosch was up on the windmill tower, oiling the wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake asked for the collar, he grunted and scratched... | a distinct coldness between us and the Shimerdas. It came about in this way. One Sunday I rode over there with Jake to get a horse-collar which Ambrosch had borrowed from him and had not returned. It was a beautiful blue morning. The buffalo-peas were blooming in pink and purple masses along the roadside, and the larks... | her some chores a girl ought not to do, and that the farmhands around the country joked in a nasty way about it. Whenever I saw her come up the furrow, shouting to her beasts, sunburned, sweaty, her dress open at the neck, and her throat and chest dust-plastered, I used to think of the tone in which poor Mr. Shimerda, ... | mush we had fresh bread and sorghum molasses, and coffee with the cake that had been kept warm in the feathers. Ántonia and Ambrosch were talking in Bohemian; disputing about which of them had done more ploughing that day. Mrs. Shimerda egged them on, chuckling while she gobbled her food. [Illustration: Ántonia ploughi... | ever the head of the house and he seemed to direct the feelings as well as the fortunes of his women-folk. Ántonia often quoted his opinions to me, and she let me see that she admired him, while she thought of me only as a little boy. Before the spring was over, there was a distinct coldness between us and the Shimerda... | My Antonia |
he asked surlily. Jake jumped off his horse. I saw a wave of red come up under the rough stubble on his face. | No speaker | it. “This what you want?”<|quote|>he asked surlily. Jake jumped off his horse. I saw a wave of red come up under the rough stubble on his face.</|quote|>“That ain’t the piece of | hair was sticking out of it. “This what you want?”<|quote|>he asked surlily. Jake jumped off his horse. I saw a wave of red come up under the rough stubble on his face.</|quote|>“That ain’t the piece of harness I loaned you, Ambrosch; | shoulders and sauntered down the hill toward the stable. I could see that it was one of his mean days. Presently he returned, carrying a collar that had been badly used—trampled in the dirt and gnawed by rats until the hair was sticking out of it. “This what you want?”<|quote|>he asked surlily. Jake jumped off his hor... | he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to grandfather, of course, and Jake, feeling responsible for it, flared up. “Now, don’t you say you have n’t got it, Ambrosch, because I know you have, and if you ain’t a-going to look for it, I will.” Ambrosch shrugged his shoulders and sauntered down the hill tow... | roadside, and the larks, perched on last year’s dried sunflower stalks, were singing straight at the sun, their heads thrown back and their yellow breasts a-quiver. The wind blew about us in warm, sweet gusts. We rode slowly, with a pleasant sense of Sunday indolence. We found the Shimerdas working just as if it were a... | of the tone in which poor Mr. Shimerda, who could say so little, yet managed to say so much when he exclaimed, “My Án-tonia!” XVIII AFTER I began to go to the country school, I saw less of the Bohemians. We were sixteen pupils at the sod schoolhouse, and we all came on horseback and brought our dinner. My schoolmates... | in the field] Presently Ambrosch said sullenly in English: “You take them ox to-morrow and try the sod plough. Then you not be so smart.” His sister laughed. “Don’t be mad. I know it’s awful hard work for break sod. I milk the cow for you to-morrow, if you want.” Mrs. Shimerda turned quickly to me. “That cow not give s... | nasty way about it. Whenever I saw her come up the furrow, shouting to her beasts, sunburned, sweaty, her dress open at the neck, and her throat and chest dust-plastered, I used to think of the tone in which poor Mr. Shimerda, who could say so little, yet managed to say so much when he exclaimed, “My Án-tonia!” XVIII ... | My Antonia |
“That ain’t the piece of harness I loaned you, Ambrosch; or if it is, you’ve used it shameful. I ain’t a-going to carry such a looking thing back to Mr. Burden.” | Jake | rough stubble on his face.<|quote|>“That ain’t the piece of harness I loaned you, Ambrosch; or if it is, you’ve used it shameful. I ain’t a-going to carry such a looking thing back to Mr. Burden.”</|quote|>Ambrosch dropped the collar on | red come up under the rough stubble on his face.<|quote|>“That ain’t the piece of harness I loaned you, Ambrosch; or if it is, you’ve used it shameful. I ain’t a-going to carry such a looking thing back to Mr. Burden.”</|quote|>Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground. “All right,” he | carrying a collar that had been badly used—trampled in the dirt and gnawed by rats until the hair was sticking out of it. “This what you want?” he asked surlily. Jake jumped off his horse. I saw a wave of red come up under the rough stubble on his face.<|quote|>“That ain’t the piece of harness I loaned you, Ambrosch; ... | you say you have n’t got it, Ambrosch, because I know you have, and if you ain’t a-going to look for it, I will.” Ambrosch shrugged his shoulders and sauntered down the hill toward the stable. I could see that it was one of his mean days. Presently he returned, carrying a collar that had been badly used—trampled in the... | yellow breasts a-quiver. The wind blew about us in warm, sweet gusts. We rode slowly, with a pleasant sense of Sunday indolence. We found the Shimerdas working just as if it were a week-day. Marek was cleaning out the stable, and Ántonia and her mother were making garden, off across the pond in the draw-head. Ambrosch ... | Án-tonia!” XVIII AFTER I began to go to the country school, I saw less of the Bohemians. We were sixteen pupils at the sod schoolhouse, and we all came on horseback and brought our dinner. My schoolmates were none of them very interesting, but I somehow felt that by making comrades of them I was getting even with Ánt... | so smart.” His sister laughed. “Don’t be mad. I know it’s awful hard work for break sod. I milk the cow for you to-morrow, if you want.” Mrs. Shimerda turned quickly to me. “That cow not give so much milk like what your grandpa say. If he make talk about fifteen dollars, I send him back the cow.” “He does n’t talk abou... | come up the furrow, shouting to her beasts, sunburned, sweaty, her dress open at the neck, and her throat and chest dust-plastered, I used to think of the tone in which poor Mr. Shimerda, who could say so little, yet managed to say so much when he exclaimed, “My Án-tonia!” XVIII AFTER I began to go to the country sch... | My Antonia |
Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground. | No speaker | thing back to Mr. Burden.”<|quote|>Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground.</|quote|>“All right,” he said coolly, | to carry such a looking thing back to Mr. Burden.”<|quote|>Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground.</|quote|>“All right,” he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and | jumped off his horse. I saw a wave of red come up under the rough stubble on his face. “That ain’t the piece of harness I loaned you, Ambrosch; or if it is, you’ve used it shameful. I ain’t a-going to carry such a looking thing back to Mr. Burden.”<|quote|>Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground.</|quote|>“All right,... | the hill toward the stable. I could see that it was one of his mean days. Presently he returned, carrying a collar that had been badly used—trampled in the dirt and gnawed by rats until the hair was sticking out of it. “This what you want?” he asked surlily. Jake jumped off his horse. I saw a wave of red come up under... | were a week-day. Marek was cleaning out the stable, and Ántonia and her mother were making garden, off across the pond in the draw-head. Ambrosch was up on the windmill tower, oiling the wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake asked for the collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to gr... | and brought our dinner. My schoolmates were none of them very interesting, but I somehow felt that by making comrades of them I was getting even with Ántonia for her indifference. Since the father’s death, Ambrosch was more than ever the head of the house and he seemed to direct the feelings as well as the fortunes of ... | to me. “That cow not give so much milk like what your grandpa say. If he make talk about fifteen dollars, I send him back the cow.” “He does n’t talk about the fifteen dollars,” I exclaimed indignantly. “He does n’t find fault with people.” “He say I break his saw when we build, and I never,” grumbled Ambrosch. I knew... | of the house and he seemed to direct the feelings as well as the fortunes of his women-folk. Ántonia often quoted his opinions to me, and she let me see that she admired him, while she thought of me only as a little boy. Before the spring was over, there was a distinct coldness between us and the Shimerdas. It came abo... | My Antonia |
he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and began to climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of his trousers and yanked him back. Ambrosch’s feet had scarcely touched the ground when he lunged out with a vicious kick at Jake’s stomach. Fortunately Jake was in such a position that he could dodge it. This was not the so... | No speaker | on the ground. “All right,”<|quote|>he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and began to climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of his trousers and yanked him back. Ambrosch’s feet had scarcely touched the ground when he lunged out with a vicious kick at Jake’s stomach. Fortunately Jake was in such a position that he... | Burden.” Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground. “All right,”<|quote|>he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and began to climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of his trousers and yanked him back. Ambrosch’s feet had scarcely touched the ground when he lunged out with a vicious kick at Jake’s stomach. Fortunatel... | red come up under the rough stubble on his face. “That ain’t the piece of harness I loaned you, Ambrosch; or if it is, you’ve used it shameful. I ain’t a-going to carry such a looking thing back to Mr. Burden.” Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground. “All right,”<|quote|>he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and bega... | it was one of his mean days. Presently he returned, carrying a collar that had been badly used—trampled in the dirt and gnawed by rats until the hair was sticking out of it. “This what you want?” he asked surlily. Jake jumped off his horse. I saw a wave of red come up under the rough stubble on his face. “That ain’t t... | and Ántonia and her mother were making garden, off across the pond in the draw-head. Ambrosch was up on the windmill tower, oiling the wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake asked for the collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to grandfather, of course, and Jake, feeling responsible ... | them very interesting, but I somehow felt that by making comrades of them I was getting even with Ántonia for her indifference. Since the father’s death, Ambrosch was more than ever the head of the house and he seemed to direct the feelings as well as the fortunes of his women-folk. Ántonia often quoted his opinions to... | like what your grandpa say. If he make talk about fifteen dollars, I send him back the cow.” “He does n’t talk about the fifteen dollars,” I exclaimed indignantly. “He does n’t find fault with people.” “He say I break his saw when we build, and I never,” grumbled Ambrosch. I knew he had broken the saw, and then hid it... | pleasant sense of Sunday indolence. We found the Shimerdas working just as if it were a week-day. Marek was cleaning out the stable, and Ántonia and her mother were making garden, off across the pond in the draw-head. Ambrosch was up on the windmill tower, oiling the wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake a... | My Antonia |
“Let’s get out of this, Jim,” | Jake | Jake sprang into his saddle.<|quote|>“Let’s get out of this, Jim,”</|quote|>he called. Mrs. Shimerda threw | and was sputtering with nose-bleed. Jake sprang into his saddle.<|quote|>“Let’s get out of this, Jim,”</|quote|>he called. Mrs. Shimerda threw her hands over her head | on the run. They did not take the path around the pond, but plunged through the muddy water, without even lifting their skirts. They came on, screaming and clawing the air. By this time Ambrosch had come to his senses and was sputtering with nose-bleed. Jake sprang into his saddle.<|quote|>“Let’s get out of this, Jim,”... | the sort of thing country boys did when they played at fisticuffs, and Jake was furious. He landed Ambrosch a blow on the head—it sounded like the crack of an axe on a cow-pumpkin. Ambrosch dropped over, stunned. We heard squeals, and looking up saw Ántonia and her mother coming on the run. They did not take the path a... | face. “That ain’t the piece of harness I loaned you, Ambrosch; or if it is, you’ve used it shameful. I ain’t a-going to carry such a looking thing back to Mr. Burden.” Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground. “All right,” he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and began to climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of... | their yellow breasts a-quiver. The wind blew about us in warm, sweet gusts. We rode slowly, with a pleasant sense of Sunday indolence. We found the Shimerdas working just as if it were a week-day. Marek was cleaning out the stable, and Ántonia and her mother were making garden, off across the pond in the draw-head. Amb... | until sun-down. If I rode over to see her where she was ploughing, she stopped at the end of a row to chat for a moment, then gripped her plough-handles, clucked to her team, and waded on down the furrow, making me feel that she was now grown up and had no time for me. On Sundays she helped her mother make garden or se... | were sixteen pupils at the sod schoolhouse, and we all came on horseback and brought our dinner. My schoolmates were none of them very interesting, but I somehow felt that by making comrades of them I was getting even with Ántonia for her indifference. Since the father’s death, Ambrosch was more than ever the head of t... | My Antonia |
he called. Mrs. Shimerda threw her hands over her head and clutched as if she were going to pull down lightning. | No speaker | get out of this, Jim,”<|quote|>he called. Mrs. Shimerda threw her hands over her head and clutched as if she were going to pull down lightning.</|quote|>“Law, law!” she shrieked after | sprang into his saddle. “Let’s get out of this, Jim,”<|quote|>he called. Mrs. Shimerda threw her hands over her head and clutched as if she were going to pull down lightning.</|quote|>“Law, law!” she shrieked after us. “Law for knock my | take the path around the pond, but plunged through the muddy water, without even lifting their skirts. They came on, screaming and clawing the air. By this time Ambrosch had come to his senses and was sputtering with nose-bleed. Jake sprang into his saddle. “Let’s get out of this, Jim,”<|quote|>he called. Mrs. Shimerd... | did when they played at fisticuffs, and Jake was furious. He landed Ambrosch a blow on the head—it sounded like the crack of an axe on a cow-pumpkin. Ambrosch dropped over, stunned. We heard squeals, and looking up saw Ántonia and her mother coming on the run. They did not take the path around the pond, but plunged thr... | harness I loaned you, Ambrosch; or if it is, you’ve used it shameful. I ain’t a-going to carry such a looking thing back to Mr. Burden.” Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground. “All right,” he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and began to climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of his trousers and yanked him ba... | blew about us in warm, sweet gusts. We rode slowly, with a pleasant sense of Sunday indolence. We found the Shimerdas working just as if it were a week-day. Marek was cleaning out the stable, and Ántonia and her mother were making garden, off across the pond in the draw-head. Ambrosch was up on the windmill tower, oili... | to see her where she was ploughing, she stopped at the end of a row to chat for a moment, then gripped her plough-handles, clucked to her team, and waded on down the furrow, making me feel that she was now grown up and had no time for me. On Sundays she helped her mother make garden or sewed all day. Grandfather was pl... | and purple masses along the roadside, and the larks, perched on last year’s dried sunflower stalks, were singing straight at the sun, their heads thrown back and their yellow breasts a-quiver. The wind blew about us in warm, sweet gusts. We rode slowly, with a pleasant sense of Sunday indolence. We found the Shimerdas ... | My Antonia |
“Law, law!” | Mrs. Shimerda | going to pull down lightning.<|quote|>“Law, law!”</|quote|>she shrieked after us. “Law | clutched as if she were going to pull down lightning.<|quote|>“Law, law!”</|quote|>she shrieked after us. “Law for knock my Ambrosch down!” | and clawing the air. By this time Ambrosch had come to his senses and was sputtering with nose-bleed. Jake sprang into his saddle. “Let’s get out of this, Jim,” he called. Mrs. Shimerda threw her hands over her head and clutched as if she were going to pull down lightning.<|quote|>“Law, law!”</|quote|>she shrieked aft... | crack of an axe on a cow-pumpkin. Ambrosch dropped over, stunned. We heard squeals, and looking up saw Ántonia and her mother coming on the run. They did not take the path around the pond, but plunged through the muddy water, without even lifting their skirts. They came on, screaming and clawing the air. By this time A... | thing back to Mr. Burden.” Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground. “All right,” he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and began to climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of his trousers and yanked him back. Ambrosch’s feet had scarcely touched the ground when he lunged out with a vicious kick at Jake’s stomach. ... | working just as if it were a week-day. Marek was cleaning out the stable, and Ántonia and her mother were making garden, off across the pond in the draw-head. Ambrosch was up on the windmill tower, oiling the wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake asked for the collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The... | gripped her plough-handles, clucked to her team, and waded on down the furrow, making me feel that she was now grown up and had no time for me. On Sundays she helped her mother make garden or sewed all day. Grandfather was pleased with Ántonia. When we complained of her, he only smiled and said, “She will help some fel... | Shimerdas. It came about in this way. One Sunday I rode over there with Jake to get a horse-collar which Ambrosch had borrowed from him and had not returned. It was a beautiful blue morning. The buffalo-peas were blooming in pink and purple masses along the roadside, and the larks, perched on last year’s dried sunflowe... | My Antonia |
she shrieked after us. | No speaker | pull down lightning. “Law, law!”<|quote|>she shrieked after us.</|quote|>“Law for knock my Ambrosch | if she were going to pull down lightning. “Law, law!”<|quote|>she shrieked after us.</|quote|>“Law for knock my Ambrosch down!” “I never like you | the air. By this time Ambrosch had come to his senses and was sputtering with nose-bleed. Jake sprang into his saddle. “Let’s get out of this, Jim,” he called. Mrs. Shimerda threw her hands over her head and clutched as if she were going to pull down lightning. “Law, law!”<|quote|>she shrieked after us.</|quote|>“Law ... | an axe on a cow-pumpkin. Ambrosch dropped over, stunned. We heard squeals, and looking up saw Ántonia and her mother coming on the run. They did not take the path around the pond, but plunged through the muddy water, without even lifting their skirts. They came on, screaming and clawing the air. By this time Ambrosch h... | to Mr. Burden.” Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground. “All right,” he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and began to climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of his trousers and yanked him back. Ambrosch’s feet had scarcely touched the ground when he lunged out with a vicious kick at Jake’s stomach. Fortunately... | as if it were a week-day. Marek was cleaning out the stable, and Ántonia and her mother were making garden, off across the pond in the draw-head. Ambrosch was up on the windmill tower, oiling the wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake asked for the collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belon... | plough-handles, clucked to her team, and waded on down the furrow, making me feel that she was now grown up and had no time for me. On Sundays she helped her mother make garden or sewed all day. Grandfather was pleased with Ántonia. When we complained of her, he only smiled and said, “She will help some fellow get ahea... | pleasant sense of Sunday indolence. We found the Shimerdas working just as if it were a week-day. Marek was cleaning out the stable, and Ántonia and her mother were making garden, off across the pond in the draw-head. Ambrosch was up on the windmill tower, oiling the wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake a... | My Antonia |
“Law for knock my Ambrosch down!” | Mrs. Shimerda | law!” she shrieked after us.<|quote|>“Law for knock my Ambrosch down!”</|quote|>“I never like you no | to pull down lightning. “Law, law!” she shrieked after us.<|quote|>“Law for knock my Ambrosch down!”</|quote|>“I never like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,” | time Ambrosch had come to his senses and was sputtering with nose-bleed. Jake sprang into his saddle. “Let’s get out of this, Jim,” he called. Mrs. Shimerda threw her hands over her head and clutched as if she were going to pull down lightning. “Law, law!” she shrieked after us.<|quote|>“Law for knock my Ambrosch down... | cow-pumpkin. Ambrosch dropped over, stunned. We heard squeals, and looking up saw Ántonia and her mother coming on the run. They did not take the path around the pond, but plunged through the muddy water, without even lifting their skirts. They came on, screaming and clawing the air. By this time Ambrosch had come to h... | dropped the collar on the ground. “All right,” he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and began to climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of his trousers and yanked him back. Ambrosch’s feet had scarcely touched the ground when he lunged out with a vicious kick at Jake’s stomach. Fortunately Jake was in such a posit... | a week-day. Marek was cleaning out the stable, and Ántonia and her mother were making garden, off across the pond in the draw-head. Ambrosch was up on the windmill tower, oiling the wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake asked for the collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to grandfa... | team, and waded on down the furrow, making me feel that she was now grown up and had no time for me. On Sundays she helped her mother make garden or sewed all day. Grandfather was pleased with Ántonia. When we complained of her, he only smiled and said, “She will help some fellow get ahead in the world.” Nowadays Tony ... | windmill tower, oiling the wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake asked for the collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to grandfather, of course, and Jake, feeling responsible for it, flared up. “Now, don’t you say you have n’t got it, Ambrosch, because I know you have, and if you ai... | My Antonia |
“I never like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,” | Antonia | for knock my Ambrosch down!”<|quote|>“I never like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,”</|quote|>Ántonia panted. “No friends any | she shrieked after us. “Law for knock my Ambrosch down!”<|quote|>“I never like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,”</|quote|>Ántonia panted. “No friends any more!” Jake stopped and turned | senses and was sputtering with nose-bleed. Jake sprang into his saddle. “Let’s get out of this, Jim,” he called. Mrs. Shimerda threw her hands over her head and clutched as if she were going to pull down lightning. “Law, law!” she shrieked after us. “Law for knock my Ambrosch down!”<|quote|>“I never like you no more, ... | heard squeals, and looking up saw Ántonia and her mother coming on the run. They did not take the path around the pond, but plunged through the muddy water, without even lifting their skirts. They came on, screaming and clawing the air. By this time Ambrosch had come to his senses and was sputtering with nose-bleed. Ja... | “All right,” he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and began to climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of his trousers and yanked him back. Ambrosch’s feet had scarcely touched the ground when he lunged out with a vicious kick at Jake’s stomach. Fortunately Jake was in such a position that he could dodge it. This w... | the stable, and Ántonia and her mother were making garden, off across the pond in the draw-head. Ambrosch was up on the windmill tower, oiling the wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake asked for the collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to grandfather, of course, and Jake, feeling ... | furrow, making me feel that she was now grown up and had no time for me. On Sundays she helped her mother make garden or sewed all day. Grandfather was pleased with Ántonia. When we complained of her, he only smiled and said, “She will help some fellow get ahead in the world.” Nowadays Tony could talk of nothing but th... | dried sunflower stalks, were singing straight at the sun, their heads thrown back and their yellow breasts a-quiver. The wind blew about us in warm, sweet gusts. We rode slowly, with a pleasant sense of Sunday indolence. We found the Shimerdas working just as if it were a week-day. Marek was cleaning out the stable, an... | My Antonia |
Ántonia panted. | No speaker | more, Jake and Jim Burden,”<|quote|>Ántonia panted.</|quote|>“No friends any more!” Jake | “I never like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,”<|quote|>Ántonia panted.</|quote|>“No friends any more!” Jake stopped and turned his horse | saddle. “Let’s get out of this, Jim,” he called. Mrs. Shimerda threw her hands over her head and clutched as if she were going to pull down lightning. “Law, law!” she shrieked after us. “Law for knock my Ambrosch down!” “I never like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,”<|quote|>Ántonia panted.</|quote|>“No friends any m... | coming on the run. They did not take the path around the pond, but plunged through the muddy water, without even lifting their skirts. They came on, screaming and clawing the air. By this time Ambrosch had come to his senses and was sputtering with nose-bleed. Jake sprang into his saddle. “Let’s get out of this, Jim,” ... | began to climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of his trousers and yanked him back. Ambrosch’s feet had scarcely touched the ground when he lunged out with a vicious kick at Jake’s stomach. Fortunately Jake was in such a position that he could dodge it. This was not the sort of thing country boys did when they pl... | off across the pond in the draw-head. Ambrosch was up on the windmill tower, oiling the wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake asked for the collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to grandfather, of course, and Jake, feeling responsible for it, flared up. “Now, don’t you say you have... | and had no time for me. On Sundays she helped her mother make garden or sewed all day. Grandfather was pleased with Ántonia. When we complained of her, he only smiled and said, “She will help some fellow get ahead in the world.” Nowadays Tony could talk of nothing but the prices of things, or how much she could lift an... | between us and the Shimerdas. It came about in this way. One Sunday I rode over there with Jake to get a horse-collar which Ambrosch had borrowed from him and had not returned. It was a beautiful blue morning. The buffalo-peas were blooming in pink and purple masses along the roadside, and the larks, perched on last ye... | My Antonia |
“No friends any more!” | Antonia | and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted.<|quote|>“No friends any more!”</|quote|>Jake stopped and turned his | like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted.<|quote|>“No friends any more!”</|quote|>Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second. “Well, | get out of this, Jim,” he called. Mrs. Shimerda threw her hands over her head and clutched as if she were going to pull down lightning. “Law, law!” she shrieked after us. “Law for knock my Ambrosch down!” “I never like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted.<|quote|>“No friends any more!”</|quote|>Jake stop... | the run. They did not take the path around the pond, but plunged through the muddy water, without even lifting their skirts. They came on, screaming and clawing the air. By this time Ambrosch had come to his senses and was sputtering with nose-bleed. Jake sprang into his saddle. “Let’s get out of this, Jim,” he called.... | climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of his trousers and yanked him back. Ambrosch’s feet had scarcely touched the ground when he lunged out with a vicious kick at Jake’s stomach. Fortunately Jake was in such a position that he could dodge it. This was not the sort of thing country boys did when they played at f... | the pond in the draw-head. Ambrosch was up on the windmill tower, oiling the wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake asked for the collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to grandfather, of course, and Jake, feeling responsible for it, flared up. “Now, don’t you say you have n’t got it... | no time for me. On Sundays she helped her mother make garden or sewed all day. Grandfather was pleased with Ántonia. When we complained of her, he only smiled and said, “She will help some fellow get ahead in the world.” Nowadays Tony could talk of nothing but the prices of things, or how much she could lift and endure... | the ground. “All right,” he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and began to climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of his trousers and yanked him back. Ambrosch’s feet had scarcely touched the ground when he lunged out with a vicious kick at Jake’s stomach. Fortunately Jake was in such a position that he could dodg... | My Antonia |
Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second. | No speaker | panted. “No friends any more!”<|quote|>Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second.</|quote|>“Well, you’re a damned ungrateful | Jake and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted. “No friends any more!”<|quote|>Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second.</|quote|>“Well, you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole pack of | Jim,” he called. Mrs. Shimerda threw her hands over her head and clutched as if she were going to pull down lightning. “Law, law!” she shrieked after us. “Law for knock my Ambrosch down!” “I never like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted. “No friends any more!”<|quote|>Jake stopped and turned his horse f... | not take the path around the pond, but plunged through the muddy water, without even lifting their skirts. They came on, screaming and clawing the air. By this time Ambrosch had come to his senses and was sputtering with nose-bleed. Jake sprang into his saddle. “Let’s get out of this, Jim,” he called. Mrs. Shimerda th... | caught him by the belt of his trousers and yanked him back. Ambrosch’s feet had scarcely touched the ground when he lunged out with a vicious kick at Jake’s stomach. Fortunately Jake was in such a position that he could dodge it. This was not the sort of thing country boys did when they played at fisticuffs, and Jake w... | draw-head. Ambrosch was up on the windmill tower, oiling the wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake asked for the collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to grandfather, of course, and Jake, feeling responsible for it, flared up. “Now, don’t you say you have n’t got it, Ambrosch, beca... | On Sundays she helped her mother make garden or sewed all day. Grandfather was pleased with Ántonia. When we complained of her, he only smiled and said, “She will help some fellow get ahead in the world.” Nowadays Tony could talk of nothing but the prices of things, or how much she could lift and endure. She was too pr... | dirt and gnawed by rats until the hair was sticking out of it. “This what you want?” he asked surlily. Jake jumped off his horse. I saw a wave of red come up under the rough stubble on his face. “That ain’t the piece of harness I loaned you, Ambrosch; or if it is, you’ve used it shameful. I ain’t a-going to carry such... | My Antonia |
“Well, you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole pack of you,” | Jake | his horse for a second.<|quote|>“Well, you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole pack of you,”</|quote|>he shouted back. “I guess | more!” Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second.<|quote|>“Well, you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole pack of you,”</|quote|>he shouted back. “I guess the Burdens can get along | her head and clutched as if she were going to pull down lightning. “Law, law!” she shrieked after us. “Law for knock my Ambrosch down!” “I never like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted. “No friends any more!” Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second.<|quote|>“Well, you’re a damned ungrateful lot, t... | through the muddy water, without even lifting their skirts. They came on, screaming and clawing the air. By this time Ambrosch had come to his senses and was sputtering with nose-bleed. Jake sprang into his saddle. “Let’s get out of this, Jim,” he called. Mrs. Shimerda threw her hands over her head and clutched as if ... | yanked him back. Ambrosch’s feet had scarcely touched the ground when he lunged out with a vicious kick at Jake’s stomach. Fortunately Jake was in such a position that he could dodge it. This was not the sort of thing country boys did when they played at fisticuffs, and Jake was furious. He landed Ambrosch a blow on th... | the wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake asked for the collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to grandfather, of course, and Jake, feeling responsible for it, flared up. “Now, don’t you say you have n’t got it, Ambrosch, because I know you have, and if you ain’t a-going to look for... | sewed all day. Grandfather was pleased with Ántonia. When we complained of her, he only smiled and said, “She will help some fellow get ahead in the world.” Nowadays Tony could talk of nothing but the prices of things, or how much she could lift and endure. She was too proud of her strength. I knew, too, that Ambrosch ... | if it is, you’ve used it shameful. I ain’t a-going to carry such a looking thing back to Mr. Burden.” Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground. “All right,” he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and began to climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of his trousers and yanked him back. Ambrosch’s feet had scarcely to... | My Antonia |
he shouted back. | No speaker | the whole pack of you,”<|quote|>he shouted back.</|quote|>“I guess the Burdens can | you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole pack of you,”<|quote|>he shouted back.</|quote|>“I guess the Burdens can get along without you. You’ve | down lightning. “Law, law!” she shrieked after us. “Law for knock my Ambrosch down!” “I never like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted. “No friends any more!” Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second. “Well, you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole pack of you,”<|quote|>he shouted back.</|quote|>“I... | on, screaming and clawing the air. By this time Ambrosch had come to his senses and was sputtering with nose-bleed. Jake sprang into his saddle. “Let’s get out of this, Jim,” he called. Mrs. Shimerda threw her hands over her head and clutched as if she were going to pull down lightning. “Law, law!” she shrieked after ... | he lunged out with a vicious kick at Jake’s stomach. Fortunately Jake was in such a position that he could dodge it. This was not the sort of thing country boys did when they played at fisticuffs, and Jake was furious. He landed Ambrosch a blow on the head—it sounded like the crack of an axe on a cow-pumpkin. Ambrosch ... | for the collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to grandfather, of course, and Jake, feeling responsible for it, flared up. “Now, don’t you say you have n’t got it, Ambrosch, because I know you have, and if you ain’t a-going to look for it, I will.” Ambrosch shrugged his shoulders and sauntered d... | of her, he only smiled and said, “She will help some fellow get ahead in the world.” Nowadays Tony could talk of nothing but the prices of things, or how much she could lift and endure. She was too proud of her strength. I knew, too, that Ambrosch put upon her some chores a girl ought not to do, and that the farmhands ... | feelings as well as the fortunes of his women-folk. Ántonia often quoted his opinions to me, and she let me see that she admired him, while she thought of me only as a little boy. Before the spring was over, there was a distinct coldness between us and the Shimerdas. It came about in this way. One Sunday I rode over th... | My Antonia |
“I guess the Burdens can get along without you. You’ve been a sight of trouble to them, anyhow!” | Jake | of you,” he shouted back.<|quote|>“I guess the Burdens can get along without you. You’ve been a sight of trouble to them, anyhow!”</|quote|>We rode away, feeling so | ungrateful lot, the whole pack of you,” he shouted back.<|quote|>“I guess the Burdens can get along without you. You’ve been a sight of trouble to them, anyhow!”</|quote|>We rode away, feeling so outraged that the fine morning | law!” she shrieked after us. “Law for knock my Ambrosch down!” “I never like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted. “No friends any more!” Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second. “Well, you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole pack of you,” he shouted back.<|quote|>“I guess the Burdens can get alon... | clawing the air. By this time Ambrosch had come to his senses and was sputtering with nose-bleed. Jake sprang into his saddle. “Let’s get out of this, Jim,” he called. Mrs. Shimerda threw her hands over her head and clutched as if she were going to pull down lightning. “Law, law!” she shrieked after us. “Law for knock... | with a vicious kick at Jake’s stomach. Fortunately Jake was in such a position that he could dodge it. This was not the sort of thing country boys did when they played at fisticuffs, and Jake was furious. He landed Ambrosch a blow on the head—it sounded like the crack of an axe on a cow-pumpkin. Ambrosch dropped over, ... | he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to grandfather, of course, and Jake, feeling responsible for it, flared up. “Now, don’t you say you have n’t got it, Ambrosch, because I know you have, and if you ain’t a-going to look for it, I will.” Ambrosch shrugged his shoulders and sauntered down the hill tow... | only smiled and said, “She will help some fellow get ahead in the world.” Nowadays Tony could talk of nothing but the prices of things, or how much she could lift and endure. She was too proud of her strength. I knew, too, that Ambrosch put upon her some chores a girl ought not to do, and that the farmhands around the ... | the rough stubble on his face. “That ain’t the piece of harness I loaned you, Ambrosch; or if it is, you’ve used it shameful. I ain’t a-going to carry such a looking thing back to Mr. Burden.” Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground. “All right,” he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and began to climb the mill. Jake ... | My Antonia |
We rode away, feeling so outraged that the fine morning was spoiled for us. I had n’t a word to say, and poor Jake was white as paper and trembling all over. It made him sick to get so angry. | No speaker | of trouble to them, anyhow!”<|quote|>We rode away, feeling so outraged that the fine morning was spoiled for us. I had n’t a word to say, and poor Jake was white as paper and trembling all over. It made him sick to get so angry.</|quote|>“They ain’t the same, Jimmy,” | you. You’ve been a sight of trouble to them, anyhow!”<|quote|>We rode away, feeling so outraged that the fine morning was spoiled for us. I had n’t a word to say, and poor Jake was white as paper and trembling all over. It made him sick to get so angry.</|quote|>“They ain’t the same, Jimmy,” he kept saying in a | and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted. “No friends any more!” Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second. “Well, you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole pack of you,” he shouted back. “I guess the Burdens can get along without you. You’ve been a sight of trouble to them, anyhow!”<|quote|>We rode away, feeling so outrag... | sprang into his saddle. “Let’s get out of this, Jim,” he called. Mrs. Shimerda threw her hands over her head and clutched as if she were going to pull down lightning. “Law, law!” she shrieked after us. “Law for knock my Ambrosch down!” “I never like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted. “No friends any mo... | it. This was not the sort of thing country boys did when they played at fisticuffs, and Jake was furious. He landed Ambrosch a blow on the head—it sounded like the crack of an axe on a cow-pumpkin. Ambrosch dropped over, stunned. We heard squeals, and looking up saw Ántonia and her mother coming on the run. They did no... | it, flared up. “Now, don’t you say you have n’t got it, Ambrosch, because I know you have, and if you ain’t a-going to look for it, I will.” Ambrosch shrugged his shoulders and sauntered down the hill toward the stable. I could see that it was one of his mean days. Presently he returned, carrying a collar that had been... | of nothing but the prices of things, or how much she could lift and endure. She was too proud of her strength. I knew, too, that Ambrosch put upon her some chores a girl ought not to do, and that the farmhands around the country joked in a nasty way about it. Whenever I saw her come up the furrow, shouting to her beast... | carrying a collar that had been badly used—trampled in the dirt and gnawed by rats until the hair was sticking out of it. “This what you want?” he asked surlily. Jake jumped off his horse. I saw a wave of red come up under the rough stubble on his face. “That ain’t the piece of harness I loaned you, Ambrosch; or if it... | My Antonia |
“They ain’t the same, Jimmy,” | Jake | sick to get so angry.<|quote|>“They ain’t the same, Jimmy,”</|quote|>he kept saying in a | all over. It made him sick to get so angry.<|quote|>“They ain’t the same, Jimmy,”</|quote|>he kept saying in a hurt tone. “These foreigners ain’t | you. You’ve been a sight of trouble to them, anyhow!” We rode away, feeling so outraged that the fine morning was spoiled for us. I had n’t a word to say, and poor Jake was white as paper and trembling all over. It made him sick to get so angry.<|quote|>“They ain’t the same, Jimmy,”</|quote|>he kept saying in a hurt to... | my Ambrosch down!” “I never like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted. “No friends any more!” Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second. “Well, you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole pack of you,” he shouted back. “I guess the Burdens can get along without you. You’ve been a sight of trouble to the... | over, stunned. We heard squeals, and looking up saw Ántonia and her mother coming on the run. They did not take the path around the pond, but plunged through the muddy water, without even lifting their skirts. They came on, screaming and clawing the air. By this time Ambrosch had come to his senses and was sputtering w... | stable. I could see that it was one of his mean days. Presently he returned, carrying a collar that had been badly used—trampled in the dirt and gnawed by rats until the hair was sticking out of it. “This what you want?” he asked surlily. Jake jumped off his horse. I saw a wave of red come up under the rough stubble o... | the farmhands around the country joked in a nasty way about it. Whenever I saw her come up the furrow, shouting to her beasts, sunburned, sweaty, her dress open at the neck, and her throat and chest dust-plastered, I used to think of the tone in which poor Mr. Shimerda, who could say so little, yet managed to say so mu... | if it is, you’ve used it shameful. I ain’t a-going to carry such a looking thing back to Mr. Burden.” Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground. “All right,” he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and began to climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of his trousers and yanked him back. Ambrosch’s feet had scarcely to... | My Antonia |
he kept saying in a hurt tone. | No speaker | “They ain’t the same, Jimmy,”<|quote|>he kept saying in a hurt tone.</|quote|>“These foreigners ain’t the same. | sick to get so angry. “They ain’t the same, Jimmy,”<|quote|>he kept saying in a hurt tone.</|quote|>“These foreigners ain’t the same. You can’t trust ’em to | of trouble to them, anyhow!” We rode away, feeling so outraged that the fine morning was spoiled for us. I had n’t a word to say, and poor Jake was white as paper and trembling all over. It made him sick to get so angry. “They ain’t the same, Jimmy,”<|quote|>he kept saying in a hurt tone.</|quote|>“These foreigners ain... | like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted. “No friends any more!” Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second. “Well, you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole pack of you,” he shouted back. “I guess the Burdens can get along without you. You’ve been a sight of trouble to them, anyhow!” We rode away, fe... | and looking up saw Ántonia and her mother coming on the run. They did not take the path around the pond, but plunged through the muddy water, without even lifting their skirts. They came on, screaming and clawing the air. By this time Ambrosch had come to his senses and was sputtering with nose-bleed. Jake sprang into ... | it was one of his mean days. Presently he returned, carrying a collar that had been badly used—trampled in the dirt and gnawed by rats until the hair was sticking out of it. “This what you want?” he asked surlily. Jake jumped off his horse. I saw a wave of red come up under the rough stubble on his face. “That ain’t t... | joked in a nasty way about it. Whenever I saw her come up the furrow, shouting to her beasts, sunburned, sweaty, her dress open at the neck, and her throat and chest dust-plastered, I used to think of the tone in which poor Mr. Shimerda, who could say so little, yet managed to say so much when he exclaimed, “My Án-toni... | Burden.” Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground. “All right,” he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and began to climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of his trousers and yanked him back. Ambrosch’s feet had scarcely touched the ground when he lunged out with a vicious kick at Jake’s stomach. Fortunately Jake w... | My Antonia |
“These foreigners ain’t the same. You can’t trust ’em to be fair. It’s dirty to kick a feller. You heard how the women turned on you—and after all we went through on account of ’em last winter! They ain’t to be trusted. I don’t want to see you get too thick with any of ’em.” | Jake | saying in a hurt tone.<|quote|>“These foreigners ain’t the same. You can’t trust ’em to be fair. It’s dirty to kick a feller. You heard how the women turned on you—and after all we went through on account of ’em last winter! They ain’t to be trusted. I don’t want to see you get too thick with any of ’em.”</|quote|>“I’l... | the same, Jimmy,” he kept saying in a hurt tone.<|quote|>“These foreigners ain’t the same. You can’t trust ’em to be fair. It’s dirty to kick a feller. You heard how the women turned on you—and after all we went through on account of ’em last winter! They ain’t to be trusted. I don’t want to see you get too thick with ... | away, feeling so outraged that the fine morning was spoiled for us. I had n’t a word to say, and poor Jake was white as paper and trembling all over. It made him sick to get so angry. “They ain’t the same, Jimmy,” he kept saying in a hurt tone.<|quote|>“These foreigners ain’t the same. You can’t trust ’em to be fair. I... | Burden,” Ántonia panted. “No friends any more!” Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second. “Well, you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole pack of you,” he shouted back. “I guess the Burdens can get along without you. You’ve been a sight of trouble to them, anyhow!” We rode away, feeling so outraged that the fine... | mother coming on the run. They did not take the path around the pond, but plunged through the muddy water, without even lifting their skirts. They came on, screaming and clawing the air. By this time Ambrosch had come to his senses and was sputtering with nose-bleed. Jake sprang into his saddle. “Let’s get out of this,... | Presently he returned, carrying a collar that had been badly used—trampled in the dirt and gnawed by rats until the hair was sticking out of it. “This what you want?” he asked surlily. Jake jumped off his horse. I saw a wave of red come up under the rough stubble on his face. “That ain’t the piece of harness I loaned ... | Whenever I saw her come up the furrow, shouting to her beasts, sunburned, sweaty, her dress open at the neck, and her throat and chest dust-plastered, I used to think of the tone in which poor Mr. Shimerda, who could say so little, yet managed to say so much when he exclaimed, “My Án-tonia!” XVIII AFTER I began to go... | they played at fisticuffs, and Jake was furious. He landed Ambrosch a blow on the head—it sounded like the crack of an axe on a cow-pumpkin. Ambrosch dropped over, stunned. We heard squeals, and looking up saw Ántonia and her mother coming on the run. They did not take the path around the pond, but plunged through the ... | My Antonia |
“I’ll never be friends with them again, Jake,” | Jim | thick with any of ’em.”<|quote|>“I’ll never be friends with them again, Jake,”</|quote|>I declared hotly. “I believe | to see you get too thick with any of ’em.”<|quote|>“I’ll never be friends with them again, Jake,”</|quote|>I declared hotly. “I believe they are all like Krajiek | You can’t trust ’em to be fair. It’s dirty to kick a feller. You heard how the women turned on you—and after all we went through on account of ’em last winter! They ain’t to be trusted. I don’t want to see you get too thick with any of ’em.”<|quote|>“I’ll never be friends with them again, Jake,”</|quote|>I declared hot... | the fine morning was spoiled for us. I had n’t a word to say, and poor Jake was white as paper and trembling all over. It made him sick to get so angry. “They ain’t the same, Jimmy,” he kept saying in a hurt tone. “These foreigners ain’t the same. You can’t trust ’em to be fair. It’s dirty to kick a feller. You heard h... | of this, Jim,” he called. Mrs. Shimerda threw her hands over her head and clutched as if she were going to pull down lightning. “Law, law!” she shrieked after us. “Law for knock my Ambrosch down!” “I never like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted. “No friends any more!” Jake stopped and turned his horse ... | the piece of harness I loaned you, Ambrosch; or if it is, you’ve used it shameful. I ain’t a-going to carry such a looking thing back to Mr. Burden.” Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground. “All right,” he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and began to climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of his trousers and ... | AFTER I began to go to the country school, I saw less of the Bohemians. We were sixteen pupils at the sod schoolhouse, and we all came on horseback and brought our dinner. My schoolmates were none of them very interesting, but I somehow felt that by making comrades of them I was getting even with Ántonia for her indiff... | mother were making garden, off across the pond in the draw-head. Ambrosch was up on the windmill tower, oiling the wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake asked for the collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to grandfather, of course, and Jake, feeling responsible for it, flared up. “... | My Antonia |
I declared hotly. | No speaker | friends with them again, Jake,”<|quote|>I declared hotly.</|quote|>“I believe they are all | of ’em.” “I’ll never be friends with them again, Jake,”<|quote|>I declared hotly.</|quote|>“I believe they are all like Krajiek and Ambrosch underneath.” | dirty to kick a feller. You heard how the women turned on you—and after all we went through on account of ’em last winter! They ain’t to be trusted. I don’t want to see you get too thick with any of ’em.” “I’ll never be friends with them again, Jake,”<|quote|>I declared hotly.</|quote|>“I believe they are all like Kraj... | had n’t a word to say, and poor Jake was white as paper and trembling all over. It made him sick to get so angry. “They ain’t the same, Jimmy,” he kept saying in a hurt tone. “These foreigners ain’t the same. You can’t trust ’em to be fair. It’s dirty to kick a feller. You heard how the women turned on you—and after al... | her hands over her head and clutched as if she were going to pull down lightning. “Law, law!” she shrieked after us. “Law for knock my Ambrosch down!” “I never like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted. “No friends any more!” Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second. “Well, you’re a damned ungrateful... | or if it is, you’ve used it shameful. I ain’t a-going to carry such a looking thing back to Mr. Burden.” Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground. “All right,” he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and began to climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of his trousers and yanked him back. Ambrosch’s feet had scarcely... | school, I saw less of the Bohemians. We were sixteen pupils at the sod schoolhouse, and we all came on horseback and brought our dinner. My schoolmates were none of them very interesting, but I somehow felt that by making comrades of them I was getting even with Ántonia for her indifference. Since the father’s death, A... | Jake jumped off his horse. I saw a wave of red come up under the rough stubble on his face. “That ain’t the piece of harness I loaned you, Ambrosch; or if it is, you’ve used it shameful. I ain’t a-going to carry such a looking thing back to Mr. Burden.” Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground. “All right,” he said co... | My Antonia |
“I believe they are all like Krajiek and Ambrosch underneath.” | Jim | again, Jake,” I declared hotly.<|quote|>“I believe they are all like Krajiek and Ambrosch underneath.”</|quote|>Grandfather heard our story with | never be friends with them again, Jake,” I declared hotly.<|quote|>“I believe they are all like Krajiek and Ambrosch underneath.”</|quote|>Grandfather heard our story with a twinkle in his eye. | a feller. You heard how the women turned on you—and after all we went through on account of ’em last winter! They ain’t to be trusted. I don’t want to see you get too thick with any of ’em.” “I’ll never be friends with them again, Jake,” I declared hotly.<|quote|>“I believe they are all like Krajiek and Ambrosch undern... | word to say, and poor Jake was white as paper and trembling all over. It made him sick to get so angry. “They ain’t the same, Jimmy,” he kept saying in a hurt tone. “These foreigners ain’t the same. You can’t trust ’em to be fair. It’s dirty to kick a feller. You heard how the women turned on you—and after all we went ... | her head and clutched as if she were going to pull down lightning. “Law, law!” she shrieked after us. “Law for knock my Ambrosch down!” “I never like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted. “No friends any more!” Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second. “Well, you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole... | is, you’ve used it shameful. I ain’t a-going to carry such a looking thing back to Mr. Burden.” Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground. “All right,” he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and began to climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of his trousers and yanked him back. Ambrosch’s feet had scarcely touched ... | less of the Bohemians. We were sixteen pupils at the sod schoolhouse, and we all came on horseback and brought our dinner. My schoolmates were none of them very interesting, but I somehow felt that by making comrades of them I was getting even with Ántonia for her indifference. Since the father’s death, Ambrosch was mo... | piece of harness I loaned you, Ambrosch; or if it is, you’ve used it shameful. I ain’t a-going to carry such a looking thing back to Mr. Burden.” Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground. “All right,” he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and began to climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of his trousers and yank... | My Antonia |
Grandfather heard our story with a twinkle in his eye. He advised Jake to ride to town to-morrow, go to a justice of the peace, tell him he had knocked young Shimerda down, and pay his fine. Then if Mrs. Shimerda was inclined to make trouble—her son was still under age—she would be forestalled. Jake said he might as we... | No speaker | like Krajiek and Ambrosch underneath.”<|quote|>Grandfather heard our story with a twinkle in his eye. He advised Jake to ride to town to-morrow, go to a justice of the peace, tell him he had knocked young Shimerda down, and pay his fine. Then if Mrs. Shimerda was inclined to make trouble—her son was still under age—she... | “I believe they are all like Krajiek and Ambrosch underneath.”<|quote|>Grandfather heard our story with a twinkle in his eye. He advised Jake to ride to town to-morrow, go to a justice of the peace, tell him he had knocked young Shimerda down, and pay his fine. Then if Mrs. Shimerda was inclined to make trouble—her son... | after all we went through on account of ’em last winter! They ain’t to be trusted. I don’t want to see you get too thick with any of ’em.” “I’ll never be friends with them again, Jake,” I declared hotly. “I believe they are all like Krajiek and Ambrosch underneath.”<|quote|>Grandfather heard our story with a twinkle in... | and trembling all over. It made him sick to get so angry. “They ain’t the same, Jimmy,” he kept saying in a hurt tone. “These foreigners ain’t the same. You can’t trust ’em to be fair. It’s dirty to kick a feller. You heard how the women turned on you—and after all we went through on account of ’em last winter! They ai... | pull down lightning. “Law, law!” she shrieked after us. “Law for knock my Ambrosch down!” “I never like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted. “No friends any more!” Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second. “Well, you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole pack of you,” he shouted back. “I guess the B... | such a looking thing back to Mr. Burden.” Ambrosch dropped the collar on the ground. “All right,” he said coolly, took up his oil-can, and began to climb the mill. Jake caught him by the belt of his trousers and yanked him back. Ambrosch’s feet had scarcely touched the ground when he lunged out with a vicious kick at J... | sod schoolhouse, and we all came on horseback and brought our dinner. My schoolmates were none of them very interesting, but I somehow felt that by making comrades of them I was getting even with Ántonia for her indifference. Since the father’s death, Ambrosch was more than ever the head of the house and he seemed to d... | Ambrosch was up on the windmill tower, oiling the wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake asked for the collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to grandfather, of course, and Jake, feeling responsible for it, flared up. “Now, don’t you say you have n’t got it, Ambrosch, because I know ... | My Antonia |
“Jake-y, Jake-y, sell the pig and pay the slap!” | Antonia | in a spiteful, crowing voice:—<|quote|>“Jake-y, Jake-y, sell the pig and pay the slap!”</|quote|>Otto pretended not to be | hands and call to us in a spiteful, crowing voice:—<|quote|>“Jake-y, Jake-y, sell the pig and pay the slap!”</|quote|>Otto pretended not to be surprised at Ántonia’s behavior. He | pig to pay his fine. This theory afforded the Shimerdas great satisfaction, apparently. For weeks afterward, whenever Jake and I met Ántonia on her way to the post-office, or going along the road with her work-team, she would clap her hands and call to us in a spiteful, crowing voice:—<|quote|>“Jake-y, Jake-y, sell the... | expected she would follow the matter up. Jake paid his fine with a ten-dollar bill grandfather had given him for that purpose. But when the Shimerdas found that Jake sold his pig in town that day, Ambrosch worked it out in his shrewd head that Jake had to sell his pig to pay his fine. This theory afforded the Shimerdas... | town to-morrow, go to a justice of the peace, tell him he had knocked young Shimerda down, and pay his fine. Then if Mrs. Shimerda was inclined to make trouble—her son was still under age—she would be forestalled. Jake said he might as well take the wagon and haul to market the pig he had been fattening. On Monday, abo... | never like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted. “No friends any more!” Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second. “Well, you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole pack of you,” he shouted back. “I guess the Burdens can get along without you. You’ve been a sight of trouble to them, anyhow!” We rode aw... | stable, and Ántonia and her mother were making garden, off across the pond in the draw-head. Ambrosch was up on the windmill tower, oiling the wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake asked for the collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to grandfather, of course, and Jake, feeling resp... | back. “I guess the Burdens can get along without you. You’ve been a sight of trouble to them, anyhow!” We rode away, feeling so outraged that the fine morning was spoiled for us. I had n’t a word to say, and poor Jake was white as paper and trembling all over. It made him sick to get so angry. “They ain’t the same, Jim... | My Antonia |
Otto pretended not to be surprised at Ántonia’s behavior. He only lifted his brows and said, | No speaker | pig and pay the slap!”<|quote|>Otto pretended not to be surprised at Ántonia’s behavior. He only lifted his brows and said,</|quote|>“You can’t tell me anything | voice:— “Jake-y, Jake-y, sell the pig and pay the slap!”<|quote|>Otto pretended not to be surprised at Ántonia’s behavior. He only lifted his brows and said,</|quote|>“You can’t tell me anything new about a Czech; I’m | Shimerdas great satisfaction, apparently. For weeks afterward, whenever Jake and I met Ántonia on her way to the post-office, or going along the road with her work-team, she would clap her hands and call to us in a spiteful, crowing voice:— “Jake-y, Jake-y, sell the pig and pay the slap!”<|quote|>Otto pretended not to ... | his fine with a ten-dollar bill grandfather had given him for that purpose. But when the Shimerdas found that Jake sold his pig in town that day, Ambrosch worked it out in his shrewd head that Jake had to sell his pig to pay his fine. This theory afforded the Shimerdas great satisfaction, apparently. For weeks afterwar... | tell him he had knocked young Shimerda down, and pay his fine. Then if Mrs. Shimerda was inclined to make trouble—her son was still under age—she would be forestalled. Jake said he might as well take the wagon and haul to market the pig he had been fattening. On Monday, about an hour after Jake had started, we saw Mrs.... | Ántonia panted. “No friends any more!” Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second. “Well, you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole pack of you,” he shouted back. “I guess the Burdens can get along without you. You’ve been a sight of trouble to them, anyhow!” We rode away, feeling so outraged that the fine morning ... | off across the pond in the draw-head. Ambrosch was up on the windmill tower, oiling the wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake asked for the collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to grandfather, of course, and Jake, feeling responsible for it, flared up. “Now, don’t you say you have... | had come to his senses and was sputtering with nose-bleed. Jake sprang into his saddle. “Let’s get out of this, Jim,” he called. Mrs. Shimerda threw her hands over her head and clutched as if she were going to pull down lightning. “Law, law!” she shrieked after us. “Law for knock my Ambrosch down!” “I never like you n... | My Antonia |
“You can’t tell me anything new about a Czech; I’m an Austrian.” | Otto | lifted his brows and said,<|quote|>“You can’t tell me anything new about a Czech; I’m an Austrian.”</|quote|>Grandfather was never a party | at Ántonia’s behavior. He only lifted his brows and said,<|quote|>“You can’t tell me anything new about a Czech; I’m an Austrian.”</|quote|>Grandfather was never a party to what Jake called our | to the post-office, or going along the road with her work-team, she would clap her hands and call to us in a spiteful, crowing voice:— “Jake-y, Jake-y, sell the pig and pay the slap!” Otto pretended not to be surprised at Ántonia’s behavior. He only lifted his brows and said,<|quote|>“You can’t tell me anything new abo... | Shimerdas found that Jake sold his pig in town that day, Ambrosch worked it out in his shrewd head that Jake had to sell his pig to pay his fine. This theory afforded the Shimerdas great satisfaction, apparently. For weeks afterward, whenever Jake and I met Ántonia on her way to the post-office, or going along the road... | was inclined to make trouble—her son was still under age—she would be forestalled. Jake said he might as well take the wagon and haul to market the pig he had been fattening. On Monday, about an hour after Jake had started, we saw Mrs. Shimerda and her Ambrosch proudly driving by, looking neither to the right nor left.... | you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole pack of you,” he shouted back. “I guess the Burdens can get along without you. You’ve been a sight of trouble to them, anyhow!” We rode away, feeling so outraged that the fine morning was spoiled for us. I had n’t a word to say, and poor Jake was white as paper and trembling al... | wheel. He came down, not very cordially. When Jake asked for the collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to grandfather, of course, and Jake, feeling responsible for it, flared up. “Now, don’t you say you have n’t got it, Ambrosch, because I know you have, and if you ain’t a-going to look for it,... | when he lunged out with a vicious kick at Jake’s stomach. Fortunately Jake was in such a position that he could dodge it. This was not the sort of thing country boys did when they played at fisticuffs, and Jake was furious. He landed Ambrosch a blow on the head—it sounded like the crack of an axe on a cow-pumpkin. Ambr... | My Antonia |
Grandfather was never a party to what Jake called our feud with the Shimerdas. Ambrosch and Ántonia always greeted him respectfully, and he asked them about their affairs and gave them advice as usual. He thought the future looked hopeful for them. Ambrosch was a far-seeing fellow; he soon realized that his oxen were t... | No speaker | a Czech; I’m an Austrian.”<|quote|>Grandfather was never a party to what Jake called our feud with the Shimerdas. Ambrosch and Ántonia always greeted him respectfully, and he asked them about their affairs and gave them advice as usual. He thought the future looked hopeful for them. Ambrosch was a far-seeing fellow; he... | tell me anything new about a Czech; I’m an Austrian.”<|quote|>Grandfather was never a party to what Jake called our feud with the Shimerdas. Ambrosch and Ántonia always greeted him respectfully, and he asked them about their affairs and gave them advice as usual. He thought the future looked hopeful for them. Ambrosch ... | would clap her hands and call to us in a spiteful, crowing voice:— “Jake-y, Jake-y, sell the pig and pay the slap!” Otto pretended not to be surprised at Ántonia’s behavior. He only lifted his brows and said, “You can’t tell me anything new about a Czech; I’m an Austrian.”<|quote|>Grandfather was never a party to what ... | worked it out in his shrewd head that Jake had to sell his pig to pay his fine. This theory afforded the Shimerdas great satisfaction, apparently. For weeks afterward, whenever Jake and I met Ántonia on her way to the post-office, or going along the road with her work-team, she would clap her hands and call to us in a ... | forestalled. Jake said he might as well take the wagon and haul to market the pig he had been fattening. On Monday, about an hour after Jake had started, we saw Mrs. Shimerda and her Ambrosch proudly driving by, looking neither to the right nor left. As they rattled out of sight down the Black Hawk road, grandfather ch... | back. “I guess the Burdens can get along without you. You’ve been a sight of trouble to them, anyhow!” We rode away, feeling so outraged that the fine morning was spoiled for us. I had n’t a word to say, and poor Jake was white as paper and trembling all over. It made him sick to get so angry. “They ain’t the same, Jim... | collar, he grunted and scratched his head. The collar belonged to grandfather, of course, and Jake, feeling responsible for it, flared up. “Now, don’t you say you have n’t got it, Ambrosch, because I know you have, and if you ain’t a-going to look for it, I will.” Ambrosch shrugged his shoulders and sauntered down the ... | him he had knocked young Shimerda down, and pay his fine. Then if Mrs. Shimerda was inclined to make trouble—her son was still under age—she would be forestalled. Jake said he might as well take the wagon and haul to market the pig he had been fattening. On Monday, about an hour after Jake had started, we saw Mrs. Shim... | My Antonia |
“If I lose that horse, Mr. Burden,” | Antonia | roan visibly diminish in girth.<|quote|>“If I lose that horse, Mr. Burden,”</|quote|>Ántonia exclaimed, “I never stay | of wind and saw the roan visibly diminish in girth.<|quote|>“If I lose that horse, Mr. Burden,”</|quote|>Ántonia exclaimed, “I never stay here till Ambrosch come home! | sick. He found Mrs. Shimerda sitting by the horse with her lantern, groaning and wringing her hands. It took but a few moments to release the gases pent up in the poor beast, and the two women heard the rush of wind and saw the roan visibly diminish in girth.<|quote|>“If I lose that horse, Mr. Burden,”</|quote|>Ántonia... | saddle him, and hammered on our door just as we were going to bed. Grandfather answered her knock. He did not send one of his men, but rode back with her himself, taking a syringe and an old piece of carpet he kept for hot applications when our horses were sick. He found Mrs. Shimerda sitting by the horse with her lant... | a week, and took Marek with him at full wages. Mrs. Shimerda then drove the second cultivator; she and Ántonia worked in the fields all day and did the chores at night. While the two women were running the place alone, one of the new horses got colic and gave them a terrible fright. Ántonia had gone down to the barn on... | a spiteful, crowing voice:— “Jake-y, Jake-y, sell the pig and pay the slap!” Otto pretended not to be surprised at Ántonia’s behavior. He only lifted his brows and said, “You can’t tell me anything new about a Czech; I’m an Austrian.” Grandfather was never a party to what Jake called our feud with the Shimerdas. Ambros... | my Ambrosch down!” “I never like you no more, Jake and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted. “No friends any more!” Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second. “Well, you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole pack of you,” he shouted back. “I guess the Burdens can get along without you. You’ve been a sight of trouble to the... | matter up. Jake paid his fine with a ten-dollar bill grandfather had given him for that purpose. But when the Shimerdas found that Jake sold his pig in town that day, Ambrosch worked it out in his shrewd head that Jake had to sell his pig to pay his fine. This theory afforded the Shimerdas great satisfaction, apparentl... | My Antonia |
Ántonia exclaimed, | No speaker | lose that horse, Mr. Burden,”<|quote|>Ántonia exclaimed,</|quote|>“I never stay here till | diminish in girth. “If I lose that horse, Mr. Burden,”<|quote|>Ántonia exclaimed,</|quote|>“I never stay here till Ambrosch come home! I go | the horse with her lantern, groaning and wringing her hands. It took but a few moments to release the gases pent up in the poor beast, and the two women heard the rush of wind and saw the roan visibly diminish in girth. “If I lose that horse, Mr. Burden,”<|quote|>Ántonia exclaimed,</|quote|>“I never stay here till Ambr... | just as we were going to bed. Grandfather answered her knock. He did not send one of his men, but rode back with her himself, taking a syringe and an old piece of carpet he kept for hot applications when our horses were sick. He found Mrs. Shimerda sitting by the horse with her lantern, groaning and wringing her hands.... | at full wages. Mrs. Shimerda then drove the second cultivator; she and Ántonia worked in the fields all day and did the chores at night. While the two women were running the place alone, one of the new horses got colic and gave them a terrible fright. Ántonia had gone down to the barn one night to see that all was well... | the pig and pay the slap!” Otto pretended not to be surprised at Ántonia’s behavior. He only lifted his brows and said, “You can’t tell me anything new about a Czech; I’m an Austrian.” Grandfather was never a party to what Jake called our feud with the Shimerdas. Ambrosch and Ántonia always greeted him respectfully, an... | no more, Jake and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted. “No friends any more!” Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second. “Well, you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole pack of you,” he shouted back. “I guess the Burdens can get along without you. You’ve been a sight of trouble to them, anyhow!” We rode away, feeling so ... | the future looked hopeful for them. Ambrosch was a far-seeing fellow; he soon realized that his oxen were too heavy for any work except breaking sod, and he succeeded in selling them to a newly arrived German. With the money he bought another team of horses, which grandfather selected for him. Marek was strong, and Amb... | My Antonia |
“I never stay here till Ambrosch come home! I go drown myself in the pond before morning.” | Antonia | horse, Mr. Burden,” Ántonia exclaimed,<|quote|>“I never stay here till Ambrosch come home! I go drown myself in the pond before morning.”</|quote|>When Ambrosch came back from | girth. “If I lose that horse, Mr. Burden,” Ántonia exclaimed,<|quote|>“I never stay here till Ambrosch come home! I go drown myself in the pond before morning.”</|quote|>When Ambrosch came back from Mr. Bushy’s, we learned that | with her lantern, groaning and wringing her hands. It took but a few moments to release the gases pent up in the poor beast, and the two women heard the rush of wind and saw the roan visibly diminish in girth. “If I lose that horse, Mr. Burden,” Ántonia exclaimed,<|quote|>“I never stay here till Ambrosch come home! I g... | we were going to bed. Grandfather answered her knock. He did not send one of his men, but rode back with her himself, taking a syringe and an old piece of carpet he kept for hot applications when our horses were sick. He found Mrs. Shimerda sitting by the horse with her lantern, groaning and wringing her hands. It took... | wages. Mrs. Shimerda then drove the second cultivator; she and Ántonia worked in the fields all day and did the chores at night. While the two women were running the place alone, one of the new horses got colic and gave them a terrible fright. Ántonia had gone down to the barn one night to see that all was well before ... | and pay the slap!” Otto pretended not to be surprised at Ántonia’s behavior. He only lifted his brows and said, “You can’t tell me anything new about a Czech; I’m an Austrian.” Grandfather was never a party to what Jake called our feud with the Shimerdas. Ambrosch and Ántonia always greeted him respectfully, and he ask... | Jake and Jim Burden,” Ántonia panted. “No friends any more!” Jake stopped and turned his horse for a second. “Well, you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole pack of you,” he shouted back. “I guess the Burdens can get along without you. You’ve been a sight of trouble to them, anyhow!” We rode away, feeling so outraged ... | he soon realized that his oxen were too heavy for any work except breaking sod, and he succeeded in selling them to a newly arrived German. With the money he bought another team of horses, which grandfather selected for him. Marek was strong, and Ambrosch worked him hard; but he could never teach him to cultivate corn,... | My Antonia |
When Ambrosch came back from Mr. Bushy’s, we learned that he had given Marek’s wages to the priest at Black Hawk, for masses for their father’s soul. Grandmother thought Ántonia needed shoes more than Mr. Shimerda needed prayers, but grandfather said tolerantly, | No speaker | in the pond before morning.”<|quote|>When Ambrosch came back from Mr. Bushy’s, we learned that he had given Marek’s wages to the priest at Black Hawk, for masses for their father’s soul. Grandmother thought Ántonia needed shoes more than Mr. Shimerda needed prayers, but grandfather said tolerantly,</|quote|>“If he can ... | home! I go drown myself in the pond before morning.”<|quote|>When Ambrosch came back from Mr. Bushy’s, we learned that he had given Marek’s wages to the priest at Black Hawk, for masses for their father’s soul. Grandmother thought Ántonia needed shoes more than Mr. Shimerda needed prayers, but grandfather said tolerant... | gases pent up in the poor beast, and the two women heard the rush of wind and saw the roan visibly diminish in girth. “If I lose that horse, Mr. Burden,” Ántonia exclaimed, “I never stay here till Ambrosch come home! I go drown myself in the pond before morning.”<|quote|>When Ambrosch came back from Mr. Bushy’s, we lea... | but rode back with her himself, taking a syringe and an old piece of carpet he kept for hot applications when our horses were sick. He found Mrs. Shimerda sitting by the horse with her lantern, groaning and wringing her hands. It took but a few moments to release the gases pent up in the poor beast, and the two women h... | and did the chores at night. While the two women were running the place alone, one of the new horses got colic and gave them a terrible fright. Ántonia had gone down to the barn one night to see that all was well before she went to bed, and she noticed that one of the roans was swollen about the middle and stood with i... | brows and said, “You can’t tell me anything new about a Czech; I’m an Austrian.” Grandfather was never a party to what Jake called our feud with the Shimerdas. Ambrosch and Ántonia always greeted him respectfully, and he asked them about their affairs and gave them advice as usual. He thought the future looked hopeful ... | a second. “Well, you’re a damned ungrateful lot, the whole pack of you,” he shouted back. “I guess the Burdens can get along without you. You’ve been a sight of trouble to them, anyhow!” We rode away, feeling so outraged that the fine morning was spoiled for us. I had n’t a word to say, and poor Jake was white as paper... | tell me anything new about a Czech; I’m an Austrian.” Grandfather was never a party to what Jake called our feud with the Shimerdas. Ambrosch and Ántonia always greeted him respectfully, and he asked them about their affairs and gave them advice as usual. He thought the future looked hopeful for them. Ambrosch was a fa... | My Antonia |
“If he can spare six dollars, pinched as he is, it shows he believes what he professes.” | Grandfather | prayers, but grandfather said tolerantly,<|quote|>“If he can spare six dollars, pinched as he is, it shows he believes what he professes.”</|quote|>It was grandfather who brought | more than Mr. Shimerda needed prayers, but grandfather said tolerantly,<|quote|>“If he can spare six dollars, pinched as he is, it shows he believes what he professes.”</|quote|>It was grandfather who brought about a reconciliation with the | go drown myself in the pond before morning.” When Ambrosch came back from Mr. Bushy’s, we learned that he had given Marek’s wages to the priest at Black Hawk, for masses for their father’s soul. Grandmother thought Ántonia needed shoes more than Mr. Shimerda needed prayers, but grandfather said tolerantly,<|quote|>“If ... | took but a few moments to release the gases pent up in the poor beast, and the two women heard the rush of wind and saw the roan visibly diminish in girth. “If I lose that horse, Mr. Burden,” Ántonia exclaimed, “I never stay here till Ambrosch come home! I go drown myself in the pond before morning.” When Ambrosch came... | well before she went to bed, and she noticed that one of the roans was swollen about the middle and stood with its head hanging. She mounted another horse, without waiting to saddle him, and hammered on our door just as we were going to bed. Grandfather answered her knock. He did not send one of his men, but rode back ... | affairs and gave them advice as usual. He thought the future looked hopeful for them. Ambrosch was a far-seeing fellow; he soon realized that his oxen were too heavy for any work except breaking sod, and he succeeded in selling them to a newly arrived German. With the money he bought another team of horses, which grand... | fine morning was spoiled for us. I had n’t a word to say, and poor Jake was white as paper and trembling all over. It made him sick to get so angry. “They ain’t the same, Jimmy,” he kept saying in a hurt tone. “These foreigners ain’t the same. You can’t trust ’em to be fair. It’s dirty to kick a feller. You heard how t... | the Black Hawk road, grandfather chuckled, saying he had rather expected she would follow the matter up. Jake paid his fine with a ten-dollar bill grandfather had given him for that purpose. But when the Shimerdas found that Jake sold his pig in town that day, Ambrosch worked it out in his shrewd head that Jake had to ... | My Antonia |
It was grandfather who brought about a reconciliation with the Shimerdas. One morning he told us that the small grain was coming on so well, he thought he would begin to cut his wheat on the first of July. He would need more men, and if it were agreeable to every one he would engage Ambrosch for the reaping and thrashi... | No speaker | he believes what he professes.”<|quote|>It was grandfather who brought about a reconciliation with the Shimerdas. One morning he told us that the small grain was coming on so well, he thought he would begin to cut his wheat on the first of July. He would need more men, and if it were agreeable to every one he would eng... | as he is, it shows he believes what he professes.”<|quote|>It was grandfather who brought about a reconciliation with the Shimerdas. One morning he told us that the small grain was coming on so well, he thought he would begin to cut his wheat on the first of July. He would need more men, and if it were agreeable to eve... | that he had given Marek’s wages to the priest at Black Hawk, for masses for their father’s soul. Grandmother thought Ántonia needed shoes more than Mr. Shimerda needed prayers, but grandfather said tolerantly, “If he can spare six dollars, pinched as he is, it shows he believes what he professes.”<|quote|>It was grandf... | two women heard the rush of wind and saw the roan visibly diminish in girth. “If I lose that horse, Mr. Burden,” Ántonia exclaimed, “I never stay here till Ambrosch come home! I go drown myself in the pond before morning.” When Ambrosch came back from Mr. Bushy’s, we learned that he had given Marek’s wages to the pries... | the middle and stood with its head hanging. She mounted another horse, without waiting to saddle him, and hammered on our door just as we were going to bed. Grandfather answered her knock. He did not send one of his men, but rode back with her himself, taking a syringe and an old piece of carpet he kept for hot applica... | a far-seeing fellow; he soon realized that his oxen were too heavy for any work except breaking sod, and he succeeded in selling them to a newly arrived German. With the money he bought another team of horses, which grandfather selected for him. Marek was strong, and Ambrosch worked him hard; but he could never teach h... | white as paper and trembling all over. It made him sick to get so angry. “They ain’t the same, Jimmy,” he kept saying in a hurt tone. “These foreigners ain’t the same. You can’t trust ’em to be fair. It’s dirty to kick a feller. You heard how the women turned on you—and after all we went through on account of ’em last ... | them about their affairs and gave them advice as usual. He thought the future looked hopeful for them. Ambrosch was a far-seeing fellow; he soon realized that his oxen were too heavy for any work except breaking sod, and he succeeded in selling them to a newly arrived German. With the money he bought another team of ho... | My Antonia |
“I think, Emmaline,” | Grandfather | small grain of their own.<|quote|>“I think, Emmaline,”</|quote|>he concluded, “I will ask | as the Shimerdas had no small grain of their own.<|quote|>“I think, Emmaline,”</|quote|>he concluded, “I will ask Ántonia to come over and | coming on so well, he thought he would begin to cut his wheat on the first of July. He would need more men, and if it were agreeable to every one he would engage Ambrosch for the reaping and thrashing, as the Shimerdas had no small grain of their own.<|quote|>“I think, Emmaline,”</|quote|>he concluded, “I will ask Ánto... | needed shoes more than Mr. Shimerda needed prayers, but grandfather said tolerantly, “If he can spare six dollars, pinched as he is, it shows he believes what he professes.” It was grandfather who brought about a reconciliation with the Shimerdas. One morning he told us that the small grain was coming on so well, he th... | by the horse with her lantern, groaning and wringing her hands. It took but a few moments to release the gases pent up in the poor beast, and the two women heard the rush of wind and saw the roan visibly diminish in girth. “If I lose that horse, Mr. Burden,” Ántonia exclaimed, “I never stay here till Ambrosch come home... | Marek’s thick head was that all exertion was meritorious. He always bore down on the handles of the cultivator and drove the blades so deep into the earth that the horses were soon exhausted. In June Ambrosch went to work at Mr. Bushy’s for a week, and took Marek with him at full wages. Mrs. Shimerda then drove the sec... | want to see you get too thick with any of ’em.” “I’ll never be friends with them again, Jake,” I declared hotly. “I believe they are all like Krajiek and Ambrosch underneath.” Grandfather heard our story with a twinkle in his eye. He advised Jake to ride to town to-morrow, go to a justice of the peace, tell him he had ... | with her work-team, she would clap her hands and call to us in a spiteful, crowing voice:— “Jake-y, Jake-y, sell the pig and pay the slap!” Otto pretended not to be surprised at Ántonia’s behavior. He only lifted his brows and said, “You can’t tell me anything new about a Czech; I’m an Austrian.” Grandfather was never ... | My Antonia |
he concluded, | No speaker | their own. “I think, Emmaline,”<|quote|>he concluded,</|quote|>“I will ask Ántonia to | had no small grain of their own. “I think, Emmaline,”<|quote|>he concluded,</|quote|>“I will ask Ántonia to come over and help you | well, he thought he would begin to cut his wheat on the first of July. He would need more men, and if it were agreeable to every one he would engage Ambrosch for the reaping and thrashing, as the Shimerdas had no small grain of their own. “I think, Emmaline,”<|quote|>he concluded,</|quote|>“I will ask Ántonia to come o... | than Mr. Shimerda needed prayers, but grandfather said tolerantly, “If he can spare six dollars, pinched as he is, it shows he believes what he professes.” It was grandfather who brought about a reconciliation with the Shimerdas. One morning he told us that the small grain was coming on so well, he thought he would beg... | with her lantern, groaning and wringing her hands. It took but a few moments to release the gases pent up in the poor beast, and the two women heard the rush of wind and saw the roan visibly diminish in girth. “If I lose that horse, Mr. Burden,” Ántonia exclaimed, “I never stay here till Ambrosch come home! I go drown ... | was that all exertion was meritorious. He always bore down on the handles of the cultivator and drove the blades so deep into the earth that the horses were soon exhausted. In June Ambrosch went to work at Mr. Bushy’s for a week, and took Marek with him at full wages. Mrs. Shimerda then drove the second cultivator; she... | you get too thick with any of ’em.” “I’ll never be friends with them again, Jake,” I declared hotly. “I believe they are all like Krajiek and Ambrosch underneath.” Grandfather heard our story with a twinkle in his eye. He advised Jake to ride to town to-morrow, go to a justice of the peace, tell him he had knocked youn... | his oxen were too heavy for any work except breaking sod, and he succeeded in selling them to a newly arrived German. With the money he bought another team of horses, which grandfather selected for him. Marek was strong, and Ambrosch worked him hard; but he could never teach him to cultivate corn, I remember. The one i... | My Antonia |
“I will ask Ántonia to come over and help you in the kitchen. She will be glad to earn something, and it will be a good time to end misunderstandings. I may as well ride over this morning and make arrangements. Do you want to go with me, Jim?” | Grandfather | “I think, Emmaline,” he concluded,<|quote|>“I will ask Ántonia to come over and help you in the kitchen. She will be glad to earn something, and it will be a good time to end misunderstandings. I may as well ride over this morning and make arrangements. Do you want to go with me, Jim?”</|quote|>His tone told me that | small grain of their own. “I think, Emmaline,” he concluded,<|quote|>“I will ask Ántonia to come over and help you in the kitchen. She will be glad to earn something, and it will be a good time to end misunderstandings. I may as well ride over this morning and make arrangements. Do you want to go with me, Jim?”</|quote... | thought he would begin to cut his wheat on the first of July. He would need more men, and if it were agreeable to every one he would engage Ambrosch for the reaping and thrashing, as the Shimerdas had no small grain of their own. “I think, Emmaline,” he concluded,<|quote|>“I will ask Ántonia to come over and help you i... | Shimerda needed prayers, but grandfather said tolerantly, “If he can spare six dollars, pinched as he is, it shows he believes what he professes.” It was grandfather who brought about a reconciliation with the Shimerdas. One morning he told us that the small grain was coming on so well, he thought he would begin to cut... | lantern, groaning and wringing her hands. It took but a few moments to release the gases pent up in the poor beast, and the two women heard the rush of wind and saw the roan visibly diminish in girth. “If I lose that horse, Mr. Burden,” Ántonia exclaimed, “I never stay here till Ambrosch come home! I go drown myself in... | all exertion was meritorious. He always bore down on the handles of the cultivator and drove the blades so deep into the earth that the horses were soon exhausted. In June Ambrosch went to work at Mr. Bushy’s for a week, and took Marek with him at full wages. Mrs. Shimerda then drove the second cultivator; she and Ánto... | too thick with any of ’em.” “I’ll never be friends with them again, Jake,” I declared hotly. “I believe they are all like Krajiek and Ambrosch underneath.” Grandfather heard our story with a twinkle in his eye. He advised Jake to ride to town to-morrow, go to a justice of the peace, tell him he had knocked young Shimer... | post-office, or going along the road with her work-team, she would clap her hands and call to us in a spiteful, crowing voice:— “Jake-y, Jake-y, sell the pig and pay the slap!” Otto pretended not to be surprised at Ántonia’s behavior. He only lifted his brows and said, “You can’t tell me anything new about a Czech; I’m... | My Antonia |
His tone told me that he had already decided for me. After breakfast we set off together. When Mrs. Shimerda saw us coming, she ran from her door down into the draw behind the stable, as if she did not want to meet us. Grandfather smiled to himself while he tied his horse, and we followed her. Behind the barn we came... | No speaker | to go with me, Jim?”<|quote|>His tone told me that he had already decided for me. After breakfast we set off together. When Mrs. Shimerda saw us coming, she ran from her door down into the draw behind the stable, as if she did not want to meet us. Grandfather smiled to himself while he tied his horse, and we followed ... | make arrangements. Do you want to go with me, Jim?”<|quote|>His tone told me that he had already decided for me. After breakfast we set off together. When Mrs. Shimerda saw us coming, she ran from her door down into the draw behind the stable, as if she did not want to meet us. Grandfather smiled to himself while he t... | concluded, “I will ask Ántonia to come over and help you in the kitchen. She will be glad to earn something, and it will be a good time to end misunderstandings. I may as well ride over this morning and make arrangements. Do you want to go with me, Jim?”<|quote|>His tone told me that he had already decided for me. Aft... | he thought he would begin to cut his wheat on the first of July. He would need more men, and if it were agreeable to every one he would engage Ambrosch for the reaping and thrashing, as the Shimerdas had no small grain of their own. “I think, Emmaline,” he concluded, “I will ask Ántonia to come over and help you in the... | never stay here till Ambrosch come home! I go drown myself in the pond before morning.” When Ambrosch came back from Mr. Bushy’s, we learned that he had given Marek’s wages to the priest at Black Hawk, for masses for their father’s soul. Grandmother thought Ántonia needed shoes more than Mr. Shimerda needed prayers, bu... | Mrs. Shimerda then drove the second cultivator; she and Ántonia worked in the fields all day and did the chores at night. While the two women were running the place alone, one of the new horses got colic and gave them a terrible fright. Ántonia had gone down to the barn one night to see that all was well before she wen... | of the peace, tell him he had knocked young Shimerda down, and pay his fine. Then if Mrs. Shimerda was inclined to make trouble—her son was still under age—she would be forestalled. Jake said he might as well take the wagon and haul to market the pig he had been fattening. On Monday, about an hour after Jake had starte... | arrived German. With the money he bought another team of horses, which grandfather selected for him. Marek was strong, and Ambrosch worked him hard; but he could never teach him to cultivate corn, I remember. The one idea that had ever got through poor Marek’s thick head was that all exertion was meritorious. He always... | My Antonia |
“Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which field?” | Grandfather | occupation and greeted her politely.<|quote|>“Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which field?”</|quote|>“He with the sod corn.” | draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely.<|quote|>“Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which field?”</|quote|>“He with the sod corn.” She pointed toward the north, | to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely.<|quote|>“Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tel... | himself while he tied his horse, and we followed her. Behind the barn we came upon a funny sight. The cow had evidently been grazing somewhere in the draw. Mrs. Shimerda had run to the animal, pulled up the lariat pin, and, when we came upon her, she was trying to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole wa... | think, Emmaline,” he concluded, “I will ask Ántonia to come over and help you in the kitchen. She will be glad to earn something, and it will be a good time to end misunderstandings. I may as well ride over this morning and make arrangements. Do you want to go with me, Jim?” His tone told me that he had already decided... | the horse with her lantern, groaning and wringing her hands. It took but a few moments to release the gases pent up in the poor beast, and the two women heard the rush of wind and saw the roan visibly diminish in girth. “If I lose that horse, Mr. Burden,” Ántonia exclaimed, “I never stay here till Ambrosch come home! I... | his fine. This theory afforded the Shimerdas great satisfaction, apparently. For weeks afterward, whenever Jake and I met Ántonia on her way to the post-office, or going along the road with her work-team, she would clap her hands and call to us in a spiteful, crowing voice:— “Jake-y, Jake-y, sell the pig and pay the sl... | had given Marek’s wages to the priest at Black Hawk, for masses for their father’s soul. Grandmother thought Ántonia needed shoes more than Mr. Shimerda needed prayers, but grandfather said tolerantly, “If he can spare six dollars, pinched as he is, it shows he believes what he professes.” It was grandfather who brough... | My Antonia |
“He with the sod corn.” | Mrs. Shimerda | will find Ambrosch? Which field?”<|quote|>“He with the sod corn.”</|quote|>She pointed toward the north, | you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which field?”<|quote|>“He with the sod corn.”</|quote|>She pointed toward the north, still standing in front of | was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely. “Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which field?”<|quote|>“He with ... | came upon a funny sight. The cow had evidently been grazing somewhere in the draw. Mrs. Shimerda had run to the animal, pulled up the lariat pin, and, when we came upon her, she was trying to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and ... | in the kitchen. She will be glad to earn something, and it will be a good time to end misunderstandings. I may as well ride over this morning and make arrangements. Do you want to go with me, Jim?” His tone told me that he had already decided for me. After breakfast we set off together. When Mrs. Shimerda saw us comin... | few moments to release the gases pent up in the poor beast, and the two women heard the rush of wind and saw the roan visibly diminish in girth. “If I lose that horse, Mr. Burden,” Ántonia exclaimed, “I never stay here till Ambrosch come home! I go drown myself in the pond before morning.” When Ambrosch came back from ... | Jake and I met Ántonia on her way to the post-office, or going along the road with her work-team, she would clap her hands and call to us in a spiteful, crowing voice:— “Jake-y, Jake-y, sell the pig and pay the slap!” Otto pretended not to be surprised at Ántonia’s behavior. He only lifted his brows and said, “You can’... | pinched as he is, it shows he believes what he professes.” It was grandfather who brought about a reconciliation with the Shimerdas. One morning he told us that the small grain was coming on so well, he thought he would begin to cut his wheat on the first of July. He would need more men, and if it were agreeable to eve... | My Antonia |
She pointed toward the north, still standing in front of the cow as if she hoped to conceal it. | No speaker | “He with the sod corn.”<|quote|>She pointed toward the north, still standing in front of the cow as if she hoped to conceal it.</|quote|>“His sod corn will be | will find Ambrosch? Which field?” “He with the sod corn.”<|quote|>She pointed toward the north, still standing in front of the cow as if she hoped to conceal it.</|quote|>“His sod corn will be good for fodder this winter,” | cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely. “Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which field?” “He with the sod corn.”<|quote|>She pointe... | The cow had evidently been grazing somewhere in the draw. Mrs. Shimerda had run to the animal, pulled up the lariat pin, and, when we came upon her, she was trying to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quart... | be glad to earn something, and it will be a good time to end misunderstandings. I may as well ride over this morning and make arrangements. Do you want to go with me, Jim?” His tone told me that he had already decided for me. After breakfast we set off together. When Mrs. Shimerda saw us coming, she ran from her door ... | gases pent up in the poor beast, and the two women heard the rush of wind and saw the roan visibly diminish in girth. “If I lose that horse, Mr. Burden,” Ántonia exclaimed, “I never stay here till Ambrosch come home! I go drown myself in the pond before morning.” When Ambrosch came back from Mr. Bushy’s, we learned tha... | on her way to the post-office, or going along the road with her work-team, she would clap her hands and call to us in a spiteful, crowing voice:— “Jake-y, Jake-y, sell the pig and pay the slap!” Otto pretended not to be surprised at Ántonia’s behavior. He only lifted his brows and said, “You can’t tell me anything new ... | beast, and the two women heard the rush of wind and saw the roan visibly diminish in girth. “If I lose that horse, Mr. Burden,” Ántonia exclaimed, “I never stay here till Ambrosch come home! I go drown myself in the pond before morning.” When Ambrosch came back from Mr. Bushy’s, we learned that he had given Marek’s wag... | My Antonia |
“His sod corn will be good for fodder this winter,” | Grandfather | she hoped to conceal it.<|quote|>“His sod corn will be good for fodder this winter,”</|quote|>said grandfather encouragingly. “And where | of the cow as if she hoped to conceal it.<|quote|>“His sod corn will be good for fodder this winter,”</|quote|>said grandfather encouragingly. “And where is Ántonia?” “She go with.” | into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely. “Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which field?” “He with the sod corn.” She pointed toward the north, still standing in front of the cow as if she hoped to conceal it.<|quote|>“His sod corn ... | the lariat pin, and, when we came upon her, she was trying to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her ... | ride over this morning and make arrangements. Do you want to go with me, Jim?” His tone told me that he had already decided for me. After breakfast we set off together. When Mrs. Shimerda saw us coming, she ran from her door down into the draw behind the stable, as if she did not want to meet us. Grandfather smiled to... | roan visibly diminish in girth. “If I lose that horse, Mr. Burden,” Ántonia exclaimed, “I never stay here till Ambrosch come home! I go drown myself in the pond before morning.” When Ambrosch came back from Mr. Bushy’s, we learned that he had given Marek’s wages to the priest at Black Hawk, for masses for their father’... | and call to us in a spiteful, crowing voice:— “Jake-y, Jake-y, sell the pig and pay the slap!” Otto pretended not to be surprised at Ántonia’s behavior. He only lifted his brows and said, “You can’t tell me anything new about a Czech; I’m an Austrian.” Grandfather was never a party to what Jake called our feud with the... | worked in the fields all day and did the chores at night. While the two women were running the place alone, one of the new horses got colic and gave them a terrible fright. Ántonia had gone down to the barn one night to see that all was well before she went to bed, and she noticed that one of the roans was swollen abou... | My Antonia |
said grandfather encouragingly. | No speaker | good for fodder this winter,”<|quote|>said grandfather encouragingly.</|quote|>“And where is Ántonia?” “She | “His sod corn will be good for fodder this winter,”<|quote|>said grandfather encouragingly.</|quote|>“And where is Ántonia?” “She go with.” Mrs. Shimerda kept | her politely. “Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which field?” “He with the sod corn.” She pointed toward the north, still standing in front of the cow as if she hoped to conceal it. “His sod corn will be good for fodder this winter,”<|quote|>said grandfather encouragingly.</|quot... | was trying to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely. “Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you ... | to go with me, Jim?” His tone told me that he had already decided for me. After breakfast we set off together. When Mrs. Shimerda saw us coming, she ran from her door down into the draw behind the stable, as if she did not want to meet us. Grandfather smiled to himself while he tied his horse, and we followed her. Be... | Mr. Burden,” Ántonia exclaimed, “I never stay here till Ambrosch come home! I go drown myself in the pond before morning.” When Ambrosch came back from Mr. Bushy’s, we learned that he had given Marek’s wages to the priest at Black Hawk, for masses for their father’s soul. Grandmother thought Ántonia needed shoes more t... | Jake-y, sell the pig and pay the slap!” Otto pretended not to be surprised at Ántonia’s behavior. He only lifted his brows and said, “You can’t tell me anything new about a Czech; I’m an Austrian.” Grandfather was never a party to what Jake called our feud with the Shimerdas. Ambrosch and Ántonia always greeted him res... | Ambrosch come home! I go drown myself in the pond before morning.” When Ambrosch came back from Mr. Bushy’s, we learned that he had given Marek’s wages to the priest at Black Hawk, for masses for their father’s soul. Grandmother thought Ántonia needed shoes more than Mr. Shimerda needed prayers, but grandfather said to... | My Antonia |
“And where is Ántonia?” | Grandfather | this winter,” said grandfather encouragingly.<|quote|>“And where is Ántonia?”</|quote|>“She go with.” Mrs. Shimerda | will be good for fodder this winter,” said grandfather encouragingly.<|quote|>“And where is Ántonia?”</|quote|>“She go with.” Mrs. Shimerda kept wiggling her bare feet | Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which field?” “He with the sod corn.” She pointed toward the north, still standing in front of the cow as if she hoped to conceal it. “His sod corn will be good for fodder this winter,” said grandfather encouragingly.<|quote|>“And where is Ántonia?”</|quote|>“S... | hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely. “Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where ... | me, Jim?” His tone told me that he had already decided for me. After breakfast we set off together. When Mrs. Shimerda saw us coming, she ran from her door down into the draw behind the stable, as if she did not want to meet us. Grandfather smiled to himself while he tied his horse, and we followed her. Behind the ba... | exclaimed, “I never stay here till Ambrosch come home! I go drown myself in the pond before morning.” When Ambrosch came back from Mr. Bushy’s, we learned that he had given Marek’s wages to the priest at Black Hawk, for masses for their father’s soul. Grandmother thought Ántonia needed shoes more than Mr. Shimerda need... | pig and pay the slap!” Otto pretended not to be surprised at Ántonia’s behavior. He only lifted his brows and said, “You can’t tell me anything new about a Czech; I’m an Austrian.” Grandfather was never a party to what Jake called our feud with the Shimerdas. Ambrosch and Ántonia always greeted him respectfully, and he... | to every one he would engage Ambrosch for the reaping and thrashing, as the Shimerdas had no small grain of their own. “I think, Emmaline,” he concluded, “I will ask Ántonia to come over and help you in the kitchen. She will be glad to earn something, and it will be a good time to end misunderstandings. I may as well r... | My Antonia |
“She go with.” | Mrs. Shimerda | encouragingly. “And where is Ántonia?”<|quote|>“She go with.”</|quote|>Mrs. Shimerda kept wiggling her | fodder this winter,” said grandfather encouragingly. “And where is Ántonia?”<|quote|>“She go with.”</|quote|>Mrs. Shimerda kept wiggling her bare feet about nervously in | tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which field?” “He with the sod corn.” She pointed toward the north, still standing in front of the cow as if she hoped to conceal it. “His sod corn will be good for fodder this winter,” said grandfather encouragingly. “And where is Ántonia?”<|quote|>“She go with.”</|quote|>Mrs. Shime... | an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely. “Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find Ambr... | told me that he had already decided for me. After breakfast we set off together. When Mrs. Shimerda saw us coming, she ran from her door down into the draw behind the stable, as if she did not want to meet us. Grandfather smiled to himself while he tied his horse, and we followed her. Behind the barn we came upon a fun... | here till Ambrosch come home! I go drown myself in the pond before morning.” When Ambrosch came back from Mr. Bushy’s, we learned that he had given Marek’s wages to the priest at Black Hawk, for masses for their father’s soul. Grandmother thought Ántonia needed shoes more than Mr. Shimerda needed prayers, but grandfath... | slap!” Otto pretended not to be surprised at Ántonia’s behavior. He only lifted his brows and said, “You can’t tell me anything new about a Czech; I’m an Austrian.” Grandfather was never a party to what Jake called our feud with the Shimerdas. Ambrosch and Ántonia always greeted him respectfully, and he asked them abou... | and thrashing, as the Shimerdas had no small grain of their own. “I think, Emmaline,” he concluded, “I will ask Ántonia to come over and help you in the kitchen. She will be glad to earn something, and it will be a good time to end misunderstandings. I may as well ride over this morning and make arrangements. Do you wa... | My Antonia |
Mrs. Shimerda kept wiggling her bare feet about nervously in the dust. | No speaker | is Ántonia?” “She go with.”<|quote|>Mrs. Shimerda kept wiggling her bare feet about nervously in the dust.</|quote|>“Very well. I will ride | said grandfather encouragingly. “And where is Ántonia?” “She go with.”<|quote|>Mrs. Shimerda kept wiggling her bare feet about nervously in the dust.</|quote|>“Very well. I will ride up there. I want them | I will find Ambrosch? Which field?” “He with the sod corn.” She pointed toward the north, still standing in front of the cow as if she hoped to conceal it. “His sod corn will be good for fodder this winter,” said grandfather encouragingly. “And where is Ántonia?” “She go with.”<|quote|>Mrs. Shimerda kept wiggling her b... | in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely. “Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which ... | he had already decided for me. After breakfast we set off together. When Mrs. Shimerda saw us coming, she ran from her door down into the draw behind the stable, as if she did not want to meet us. Grandfather smiled to himself while he tied his horse, and we followed her. Behind the barn we came upon a funny sight. The... | come home! I go drown myself in the pond before morning.” When Ambrosch came back from Mr. Bushy’s, we learned that he had given Marek’s wages to the priest at Black Hawk, for masses for their father’s soul. Grandmother thought Ántonia needed shoes more than Mr. Shimerda needed prayers, but grandfather said tolerantly,... | not to be surprised at Ántonia’s behavior. He only lifted his brows and said, “You can’t tell me anything new about a Czech; I’m an Austrian.” Grandfather was never a party to what Jake called our feud with the Shimerdas. Ambrosch and Ántonia always greeted him respectfully, and he asked them about their affairs and ga... | it will be a good time to end misunderstandings. I may as well ride over this morning and make arrangements. Do you want to go with me, Jim?” His tone told me that he had already decided for me. After breakfast we set off together. When Mrs. Shimerda saw us coming, she ran from her door down into the draw behind the s... | My Antonia |
“Very well. I will ride up there. I want them to come over and help me cut my oats and wheat next month. I will pay them wages. Good-morning. By the way, Mrs. Shimerda,” | Grandfather | about nervously in the dust.<|quote|>“Very well. I will ride up there. I want them to come over and help me cut my oats and wheat next month. I will pay them wages. Good-morning. By the way, Mrs. Shimerda,”</|quote|>he said as he turned | kept wiggling her bare feet about nervously in the dust.<|quote|>“Very well. I will ride up there. I want them to come over and help me cut my oats and wheat next month. I will pay them wages. Good-morning. By the way, Mrs. Shimerda,”</|quote|>he said as he turned up the path, “I think | pointed toward the north, still standing in front of the cow as if she hoped to conceal it. “His sod corn will be good for fodder this winter,” said grandfather encouragingly. “And where is Ántonia?” “She go with.” Mrs. Shimerda kept wiggling her bare feet about nervously in the dust.<|quote|>“Very well. I will ride up... | held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely. “Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which field?” “He with the sod corn.” She pointed toward the... | When Mrs. Shimerda saw us coming, she ran from her door down into the draw behind the stable, as if she did not want to meet us. Grandfather smiled to himself while he tied his horse, and we followed her. Behind the barn we came upon a funny sight. The cow had evidently been grazing somewhere in the draw. Mrs. Shimerda... | Ambrosch came back from Mr. Bushy’s, we learned that he had given Marek’s wages to the priest at Black Hawk, for masses for their father’s soul. Grandmother thought Ántonia needed shoes more than Mr. Shimerda needed prayers, but grandfather said tolerantly, “If he can spare six dollars, pinched as he is, it shows he be... | and said, “You can’t tell me anything new about a Czech; I’m an Austrian.” Grandfather was never a party to what Jake called our feud with the Shimerdas. Ambrosch and Ántonia always greeted him respectfully, and he asked them about their affairs and gave them advice as usual. He thought the future looked hopeful for th... | got colic and gave them a terrible fright. Ántonia had gone down to the barn one night to see that all was well before she went to bed, and she noticed that one of the roans was swollen about the middle and stood with its head hanging. She mounted another horse, without waiting to saddle him, and hammered on our door j... | My Antonia |
he said as he turned up the path, | No speaker | By the way, Mrs. Shimerda,”<|quote|>he said as he turned up the path,</|quote|>“I think we may as | will pay them wages. Good-morning. By the way, Mrs. Shimerda,”<|quote|>he said as he turned up the path,</|quote|>“I think we may as well call it square about | Ántonia?” “She go with.” Mrs. Shimerda kept wiggling her bare feet about nervously in the dust. “Very well. I will ride up there. I want them to come over and help me cut my oats and wheat next month. I will pay them wages. Good-morning. By the way, Mrs. Shimerda,”<|quote|>he said as he turned up the path,</|quote|>“I ... | you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which field?” “He with the sod corn.” She pointed toward the north, still standing in front of the cow as if she hoped to conceal it. “His sod corn will be good for fodder this winter,” said grandfather encouragingly. “And where is Ántonia?” “She go with.” Mrs. Shimerda kept wigg... | his horse, and we followed her. Behind the barn we came upon a funny sight. The cow had evidently been grazing somewhere in the draw. Mrs. Shimerda had run to the animal, pulled up the lariat pin, and, when we came upon her, she was trying to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the... | Shimerda needed prayers, but grandfather said tolerantly, “If he can spare six dollars, pinched as he is, it shows he believes what he professes.” It was grandfather who brought about a reconciliation with the Shimerdas. One morning he told us that the small grain was coming on so well, he thought he would begin to cut... | respectfully, and he asked them about their affairs and gave them advice as usual. He thought the future looked hopeful for them. Ambrosch was a far-seeing fellow; he soon realized that his oxen were too heavy for any work except breaking sod, and he succeeded in selling them to a newly arrived German. With the money h... | grain was coming on so well, he thought he would begin to cut his wheat on the first of July. He would need more men, and if it were agreeable to every one he would engage Ambrosch for the reaping and thrashing, as the Shimerdas had no small grain of their own. “I think, Emmaline,” he concluded, “I will ask Ántonia to ... | My Antonia |
“I think we may as well call it square about the cow.” | Grandfather | he turned up the path,<|quote|>“I think we may as well call it square about the cow.”</|quote|>She started and clutched the | Mrs. Shimerda,” he said as he turned up the path,<|quote|>“I think we may as well call it square about the cow.”</|quote|>She started and clutched the rope tighter. Seeing that she | her bare feet about nervously in the dust. “Very well. I will ride up there. I want them to come over and help me cut my oats and wheat next month. I will pay them wages. Good-morning. By the way, Mrs. Shimerda,” he said as he turned up the path,<|quote|>“I think we may as well call it square about the cow.”</|quote|>S... | Which field?” “He with the sod corn.” She pointed toward the north, still standing in front of the cow as if she hoped to conceal it. “His sod corn will be good for fodder this winter,” said grandfather encouragingly. “And where is Ántonia?” “She go with.” Mrs. Shimerda kept wiggling her bare feet about nervously in th... | barn we came upon a funny sight. The cow had evidently been grazing somewhere in the draw. Mrs. Shimerda had run to the animal, pulled up the lariat pin, and, when we came upon her, she was trying to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapp... | he can spare six dollars, pinched as he is, it shows he believes what he professes.” It was grandfather who brought about a reconciliation with the Shimerdas. One morning he told us that the small grain was coming on so well, he thought he would begin to cut his wheat on the first of July. He would need more men, and i... | and gave them advice as usual. He thought the future looked hopeful for them. Ambrosch was a far-seeing fellow; he soon realized that his oxen were too heavy for any work except breaking sod, and he succeeded in selling them to a newly arrived German. With the money he bought another team of horses, which grandfather s... | One morning he told us that the small grain was coming on so well, he thought he would begin to cut his wheat on the first of July. He would need more men, and if it were agreeable to every one he would engage Ambrosch for the reaping and thrashing, as the Shimerdas had no small grain of their own. “I think, Emmaline,”... | My Antonia |
She started and clutched the rope tighter. Seeing that she did not understand, grandfather turned back. | No speaker | it square about the cow.”<|quote|>She started and clutched the rope tighter. Seeing that she did not understand, grandfather turned back.</|quote|>“You need not pay me | we may as well call it square about the cow.”<|quote|>She started and clutched the rope tighter. Seeing that she did not understand, grandfather turned back.</|quote|>“You need not pay me anything more; no more money. | ride up there. I want them to come over and help me cut my oats and wheat next month. I will pay them wages. Good-morning. By the way, Mrs. Shimerda,” he said as he turned up the path, “I think we may as well call it square about the cow.”<|quote|>She started and clutched the rope tighter. Seeing that she did not under... | still standing in front of the cow as if she hoped to conceal it. “His sod corn will be good for fodder this winter,” said grandfather encouragingly. “And where is Ántonia?” “She go with.” Mrs. Shimerda kept wiggling her bare feet about nervously in the dust. “Very well. I will ride up there. I want them to come over a... | grazing somewhere in the draw. Mrs. Shimerda had run to the animal, pulled up the lariat pin, and, when we came upon her, she was trying to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her in... | believes what he professes.” It was grandfather who brought about a reconciliation with the Shimerdas. One morning he told us that the small grain was coming on so well, he thought he would begin to cut his wheat on the first of July. He would need more men, and if it were agreeable to every one he would engage Ambrosc... | for them. Ambrosch was a far-seeing fellow; he soon realized that his oxen were too heavy for any work except breaking sod, and he succeeded in selling them to a newly arrived German. With the money he bought another team of horses, which grandfather selected for him. Marek was strong, and Ambrosch worked him hard; but... | that horse, Mr. Burden,” Ántonia exclaimed, “I never stay here till Ambrosch come home! I go drown myself in the pond before morning.” When Ambrosch came back from Mr. Bushy’s, we learned that he had given Marek’s wages to the priest at Black Hawk, for masses for their father’s soul. Grandmother thought Ántonia needed ... | My Antonia |
“You need not pay me anything more; no more money. The cow is yours.” | Grandfather | not understand, grandfather turned back.<|quote|>“You need not pay me anything more; no more money. The cow is yours.”</|quote|>“Pay no more, keep cow?” | tighter. Seeing that she did not understand, grandfather turned back.<|quote|>“You need not pay me anything more; no more money. The cow is yours.”</|quote|>“Pay no more, keep cow?” she asked in a bewildered | wheat next month. I will pay them wages. Good-morning. By the way, Mrs. Shimerda,” he said as he turned up the path, “I think we may as well call it square about the cow.” She started and clutched the rope tighter. Seeing that she did not understand, grandfather turned back.<|quote|>“You need not pay me anything more; ... | corn will be good for fodder this winter,” said grandfather encouragingly. “And where is Ántonia?” “She go with.” Mrs. Shimerda kept wiggling her bare feet about nervously in the dust. “Very well. I will ride up there. I want them to come over and help me cut my oats and wheat next month. I will pay them wages. Good-mo... | pin, and, when we came upon her, she was trying to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely. “... | morning he told us that the small grain was coming on so well, he thought he would begin to cut his wheat on the first of July. He would need more men, and if it were agreeable to every one he would engage Ambrosch for the reaping and thrashing, as the Shimerdas had no small grain of their own. “I think, Emmaline,” he ... | for any work except breaking sod, and he succeeded in selling them to a newly arrived German. With the money he bought another team of horses, which grandfather selected for him. Marek was strong, and Ambrosch worked him hard; but he could never teach him to cultivate corn, I remember. The one idea that had ever got th... | to every one he would engage Ambrosch for the reaping and thrashing, as the Shimerdas had no small grain of their own. “I think, Emmaline,” he concluded, “I will ask Ántonia to come over and help you in the kitchen. She will be glad to earn something, and it will be a good time to end misunderstandings. I may as well r... | My Antonia |
“Pay no more, keep cow?” | Mrs. Shimerda | money. The cow is yours.”<|quote|>“Pay no more, keep cow?”</|quote|>she asked in a bewildered | me anything more; no more money. The cow is yours.”<|quote|>“Pay no more, keep cow?”</|quote|>she asked in a bewildered tone, her narrow eyes snapping | he said as he turned up the path, “I think we may as well call it square about the cow.” She started and clutched the rope tighter. Seeing that she did not understand, grandfather turned back. “You need not pay me anything more; no more money. The cow is yours.”<|quote|>“Pay no more, keep cow?”</|quote|>she asked in a ... | Ántonia?” “She go with.” Mrs. Shimerda kept wiggling her bare feet about nervously in the dust. “Very well. I will ride up there. I want them to come over and help me cut my oats and wheat next month. I will pay them wages. Good-morning. By the way, Mrs. Shimerda,” he said as he turned up the path, “I think we may as w... | in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely. “Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find A... | thought he would begin to cut his wheat on the first of July. He would need more men, and if it were agreeable to every one he would engage Ambrosch for the reaping and thrashing, as the Shimerdas had no small grain of their own. “I think, Emmaline,” he concluded, “I will ask Ántonia to come over and help you in the ki... | newly arrived German. With the money he bought another team of horses, which grandfather selected for him. Marek was strong, and Ambrosch worked him hard; but he could never teach him to cultivate corn, I remember. The one idea that had ever got through poor Marek’s thick head was that all exertion was meritorious. He ... | something, and it will be a good time to end misunderstandings. I may as well ride over this morning and make arrangements. Do you want to go with me, Jim?” His tone told me that he had already decided for me. After breakfast we set off together. When Mrs. Shimerda saw us coming, she ran from her door down into the dr... | My Antonia |
she asked in a bewildered tone, her narrow eyes snapping at us in the sunlight. | No speaker | “Pay no more, keep cow?”<|quote|>she asked in a bewildered tone, her narrow eyes snapping at us in the sunlight.</|quote|>“Exactly. Pay no more, keep | money. The cow is yours.” “Pay no more, keep cow?”<|quote|>she asked in a bewildered tone, her narrow eyes snapping at us in the sunlight.</|quote|>“Exactly. Pay no more, keep cow.” He nodded. Mrs. Shimerda | up the path, “I think we may as well call it square about the cow.” She started and clutched the rope tighter. Seeing that she did not understand, grandfather turned back. “You need not pay me anything more; no more money. The cow is yours.” “Pay no more, keep cow?”<|quote|>she asked in a bewildered tone, her narrow ey... | Shimerda kept wiggling her bare feet about nervously in the dust. “Very well. I will ride up there. I want them to come over and help me cut my oats and wheat next month. I will pay them wages. Good-morning. By the way, Mrs. Shimerda,” he said as he turned up the path, “I think we may as well call it square about the c... | the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely. “Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which fie... | cut his wheat on the first of July. He would need more men, and if it were agreeable to every one he would engage Ambrosch for the reaping and thrashing, as the Shimerdas had no small grain of their own. “I think, Emmaline,” he concluded, “I will ask Ántonia to come over and help you in the kitchen. She will be glad to... | money he bought another team of horses, which grandfather selected for him. Marek was strong, and Ambrosch worked him hard; but he could never teach him to cultivate corn, I remember. The one idea that had ever got through poor Marek’s thick head was that all exertion was meritorious. He always bore down on the handles... | she did not want to meet us. Grandfather smiled to himself while he tied his horse, and we followed her. Behind the barn we came upon a funny sight. The cow had evidently been grazing somewhere in the draw. Mrs. Shimerda had run to the animal, pulled up the lariat pin, and, when we came upon her, she was trying to hide... | My Antonia |
“Exactly. Pay no more, keep cow.” | Grandfather | at us in the sunlight.<|quote|>“Exactly. Pay no more, keep cow.”</|quote|>He nodded. Mrs. Shimerda dropped | tone, her narrow eyes snapping at us in the sunlight.<|quote|>“Exactly. Pay no more, keep cow.”</|quote|>He nodded. Mrs. Shimerda dropped the rope, ran after us, | She started and clutched the rope tighter. Seeing that she did not understand, grandfather turned back. “You need not pay me anything more; no more money. The cow is yours.” “Pay no more, keep cow?” she asked in a bewildered tone, her narrow eyes snapping at us in the sunlight.<|quote|>“Exactly. Pay no more, keep cow.”... | ride up there. I want them to come over and help me cut my oats and wheat next month. I will pay them wages. Good-morning. By the way, Mrs. Shimerda,” he said as he turned up the path, “I think we may as well call it square about the cow.” She started and clutched the rope tighter. Seeing that she did not understand, g... | old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely. “Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which field?” “He with the sod corn.” She pointed toward the north, still stand... | it were agreeable to every one he would engage Ambrosch for the reaping and thrashing, as the Shimerdas had no small grain of their own. “I think, Emmaline,” he concluded, “I will ask Ántonia to come over and help you in the kitchen. She will be glad to earn something, and it will be a good time to end misunderstanding... | and Ambrosch worked him hard; but he could never teach him to cultivate corn, I remember. The one idea that had ever got through poor Marek’s thick head was that all exertion was meritorious. He always bore down on the handles of the cultivator and drove the blades so deep into the earth that the horses were soon exhau... | syringe and an old piece of carpet he kept for hot applications when our horses were sick. He found Mrs. Shimerda sitting by the horse with her lantern, groaning and wringing her hands. It took but a few moments to release the gases pent up in the poor beast, and the two women heard the rush of wind and saw the roan vi... | My Antonia |
He nodded. Mrs. Shimerda dropped the rope, ran after us, and crouching down beside grandfather, she took his hand and kissed it. I doubt if he had ever been so much embarrassed before. I was a little startled, too. Somehow, that seemed to bring the Old World very close. We rode away laughing, and grandfather said: | No speaker | Pay no more, keep cow.”<|quote|>He nodded. Mrs. Shimerda dropped the rope, ran after us, and crouching down beside grandfather, she took his hand and kissed it. I doubt if he had ever been so much embarrassed before. I was a little startled, too. Somehow, that seemed to bring the Old World very close. We rode away la... | us in the sunlight. “Exactly. Pay no more, keep cow.”<|quote|>He nodded. Mrs. Shimerda dropped the rope, ran after us, and crouching down beside grandfather, she took his hand and kissed it. I doubt if he had ever been so much embarrassed before. I was a little startled, too. Somehow, that seemed to bring the Old Worl... | tighter. Seeing that she did not understand, grandfather turned back. “You need not pay me anything more; no more money. The cow is yours.” “Pay no more, keep cow?” she asked in a bewildered tone, her narrow eyes snapping at us in the sunlight. “Exactly. Pay no more, keep cow.”<|quote|>He nodded. Mrs. Shimerda dropped... | to come over and help me cut my oats and wheat next month. I will pay them wages. Good-morning. By the way, Mrs. Shimerda,” he said as he turned up the path, “I think we may as well call it square about the cow.” She started and clutched the rope tighter. Seeing that she did not understand, grandfather turned back. “Yo... | at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely. “Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which field?” “He with the sod corn.” She pointed toward the north, still standing in front of the cow as if she h... | he would engage Ambrosch for the reaping and thrashing, as the Shimerdas had no small grain of their own. “I think, Emmaline,” he concluded, “I will ask Ántonia to come over and help you in the kitchen. She will be glad to earn something, and it will be a good time to end misunderstandings. I may as well ride over this... | he could never teach him to cultivate corn, I remember. The one idea that had ever got through poor Marek’s thick head was that all exertion was meritorious. He always bore down on the handles of the cultivator and drove the blades so deep into the earth that the horses were soon exhausted. In June Ambrosch went to wor... | somewhere in the draw. Mrs. Shimerda had run to the animal, pulled up the lariat pin, and, when we came upon her, she was trying to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the d... | My Antonia |
“I expect she thought we had come to take the cow away for certain, Jim. I wonder if she would n’t have scratched a little if we’d laid hold of that lariat rope!” | Grandfather | away laughing, and grandfather said:<|quote|>“I expect she thought we had come to take the cow away for certain, Jim. I wonder if she would n’t have scratched a little if we’d laid hold of that lariat rope!”</|quote|>Our neighbors seemed glad to | World very close. We rode away laughing, and grandfather said:<|quote|>“I expect she thought we had come to take the cow away for certain, Jim. I wonder if she would n’t have scratched a little if we’d laid hold of that lariat rope!”</|quote|>Our neighbors seemed glad to make peace with us. The | rope, ran after us, and crouching down beside grandfather, she took his hand and kissed it. I doubt if he had ever been so much embarrassed before. I was a little startled, too. Somehow, that seemed to bring the Old World very close. We rode away laughing, and grandfather said:<|quote|>“I expect she thought we had come... | understand, grandfather turned back. “You need not pay me anything more; no more money. The cow is yours.” “Pay no more, keep cow?” she asked in a bewildered tone, her narrow eyes snapping at us in the sunlight. “Exactly. Pay no more, keep cow.” He nodded. Mrs. Shimerda dropped the rope, ran after us, and crouching do... | conceal it. “His sod corn will be good for fodder this winter,” said grandfather encouragingly. “And where is Ántonia?” “She go with.” Mrs. Shimerda kept wiggling her bare feet about nervously in the dust. “Very well. I will ride up there. I want them to come over and help me cut my oats and wheat next month. I will pa... | as well ride over this morning and make arrangements. Do you want to go with me, Jim?” His tone told me that he had already decided for me. After breakfast we set off together. When Mrs. Shimerda saw us coming, she ran from her door down into the draw behind the stable, as if she did not want to meet us. Grandfather s... | went to work at Mr. Bushy’s for a week, and took Marek with him at full wages. Mrs. Shimerda then drove the second cultivator; she and Ántonia worked in the fields all day and did the chores at night. While the two women were running the place alone, one of the new horses got colic and gave them a terrible fright. Ánto... | his horse, and we followed her. Behind the barn we came upon a funny sight. The cow had evidently been grazing somewhere in the draw. Mrs. Shimerda had run to the animal, pulled up the lariat pin, and, when we came upon her, she was trying to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the... | My Antonia |
Our neighbors seemed glad to make peace with us. The next Sunday Mrs. Shimerda came over and brought Jake a pair of socks she had knitted. She presented them with an air of great magnanimity, saying, | No speaker | hold of that lariat rope!”<|quote|>Our neighbors seemed glad to make peace with us. The next Sunday Mrs. Shimerda came over and brought Jake a pair of socks she had knitted. She presented them with an air of great magnanimity, saying,</|quote|>“Now you not come any | a little if we’d laid hold of that lariat rope!”<|quote|>Our neighbors seemed glad to make peace with us. The next Sunday Mrs. Shimerda came over and brought Jake a pair of socks she had knitted. She presented them with an air of great magnanimity, saying,</|quote|>“Now you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch | Somehow, that seemed to bring the Old World very close. We rode away laughing, and grandfather said: “I expect she thought we had come to take the cow away for certain, Jim. I wonder if she would n’t have scratched a little if we’d laid hold of that lariat rope!”<|quote|>Our neighbors seemed glad to make peace with us.... | at us in the sunlight. “Exactly. Pay no more, keep cow.” He nodded. Mrs. Shimerda dropped the rope, ran after us, and crouching down beside grandfather, she took his hand and kissed it. I doubt if he had ever been so much embarrassed before. I was a little startled, too. Somehow, that seemed to bring the Old World ver... | dust. “Very well. I will ride up there. I want them to come over and help me cut my oats and wheat next month. I will pay them wages. Good-morning. By the way, Mrs. Shimerda,” he said as he turned up the path, “I think we may as well call it square about the cow.” She started and clutched the rope tighter. Seeing that ... | together. When Mrs. Shimerda saw us coming, she ran from her door down into the draw behind the stable, as if she did not want to meet us. Grandfather smiled to himself while he tied his horse, and we followed her. Behind the barn we came upon a funny sight. The cow had evidently been grazing somewhere in the draw. Mrs... | and did the chores at night. While the two women were running the place alone, one of the new horses got colic and gave them a terrible fright. Ántonia had gone down to the barn one night to see that all was well before she went to bed, and she noticed that one of the roans was swollen about the middle and stood with i... | down into the draw behind the stable, as if she did not want to meet us. Grandfather smiled to himself while he tied his horse, and we followed her. Behind the barn we came upon a funny sight. The cow had evidently been grazing somewhere in the draw. Mrs. Shimerda had run to the animal, pulled up the lariat pin, and, w... | My Antonia |
“Now you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?” | Mrs. Shimerda | air of great magnanimity, saying,<|quote|>“Now you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?”</|quote|>Jake laughed sheepishly. “I don’t | She presented them with an air of great magnanimity, saying,<|quote|>“Now you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?”</|quote|>Jake laughed sheepishly. “I don’t want to have no trouble | would n’t have scratched a little if we’d laid hold of that lariat rope!” Our neighbors seemed glad to make peace with us. The next Sunday Mrs. Shimerda came over and brought Jake a pair of socks she had knitted. She presented them with an air of great magnanimity, saying,<|quote|>“Now you not come any more for knock m... | he had ever been so much embarrassed before. I was a little startled, too. Somehow, that seemed to bring the Old World very close. We rode away laughing, and grandfather said: “I expect she thought we had come to take the cow away for certain, Jim. I wonder if she would n’t have scratched a little if we’d laid hold of ... | said as he turned up the path, “I think we may as well call it square about the cow.” She started and clutched the rope tighter. Seeing that she did not understand, grandfather turned back. “You need not pay me anything more; no more money. The cow is yours.” “Pay no more, keep cow?” she asked in a bewildered tone, her... | horse, and we followed her. Behind the barn we came upon a funny sight. The cow had evidently been grazing somewhere in the draw. Mrs. Shimerda had run to the animal, pulled up the lariat pin, and, when we came upon her, she was trying to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow... | night to see that all was well before she went to bed, and she noticed that one of the roans was swollen about the middle and stood with its head hanging. She mounted another horse, without waiting to saddle him, and hammered on our door just as we were going to bed. Grandfather answered her knock. He did not send one ... | grandfather who brought about a reconciliation with the Shimerdas. One morning he told us that the small grain was coming on so well, he thought he would begin to cut his wheat on the first of July. He would need more men, and if it were agreeable to every one he would engage Ambrosch for the reaping and thrashing, as ... | My Antonia |
Jake laughed sheepishly. | No speaker | for knock my Ambrosch down?”<|quote|>Jake laughed sheepishly.</|quote|>“I don’t want to have | you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?”<|quote|>Jake laughed sheepishly.</|quote|>“I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If | that lariat rope!” Our neighbors seemed glad to make peace with us. The next Sunday Mrs. Shimerda came over and brought Jake a pair of socks she had knitted. She presented them with an air of great magnanimity, saying, “Now you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?”<|quote|>Jake laughed sheepishly.</|quote|>“I ... | little startled, too. Somehow, that seemed to bring the Old World very close. We rode away laughing, and grandfather said: “I expect she thought we had come to take the cow away for certain, Jim. I wonder if she would n’t have scratched a little if we’d laid hold of that lariat rope!” Our neighbors seemed glad to make ... | as well call it square about the cow.” She started and clutched the rope tighter. Seeing that she did not understand, grandfather turned back. “You need not pay me anything more; no more money. The cow is yours.” “Pay no more, keep cow?” she asked in a bewildered tone, her narrow eyes snapping at us in the sunlight. “E... | a funny sight. The cow had evidently been grazing somewhere in the draw. Mrs. Shimerda had run to the animal, pulled up the lariat pin, and, when we came upon her, she was trying to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at... | bed, and she noticed that one of the roans was swollen about the middle and stood with its head hanging. She mounted another horse, without waiting to saddle him, and hammered on our door just as we were going to bed. Grandfather answered her knock. He did not send one of his men, but rode back with her himself, taking... | and help me cut my oats and wheat next month. I will pay them wages. Good-morning. By the way, Mrs. Shimerda,” he said as he turned up the path, “I think we may as well call it square about the cow.” She started and clutched the rope tighter. Seeing that she did not understand, grandfather turned back. “You need not pa... | My Antonia |
“I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.” | Jake | Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sheepishly.<|quote|>“I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.”</|quote|>“If he slap you, we | any more for knock my Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sheepishly.<|quote|>“I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.”</|quote|>“If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for | Our neighbors seemed glad to make peace with us. The next Sunday Mrs. Shimerda came over and brought Jake a pair of socks she had knitted. She presented them with an air of great magnanimity, saying, “Now you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sheepishly.<|quote|>“I don’t want to have no troubl... | Somehow, that seemed to bring the Old World very close. We rode away laughing, and grandfather said: “I expect she thought we had come to take the cow away for certain, Jim. I wonder if she would n’t have scratched a little if we’d laid hold of that lariat rope!” Our neighbors seemed glad to make peace with us. The nex... | it square about the cow.” She started and clutched the rope tighter. Seeing that she did not understand, grandfather turned back. “You need not pay me anything more; no more money. The cow is yours.” “Pay no more, keep cow?” she asked in a bewildered tone, her narrow eyes snapping at us in the sunlight. “Exactly. Pay n... | The cow had evidently been grazing somewhere in the draw. Mrs. Shimerda had run to the animal, pulled up the lariat pin, and, when we came upon her, she was trying to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quart... | noticed that one of the roans was swollen about the middle and stood with its head hanging. She mounted another horse, without waiting to saddle him, and hammered on our door just as we were going to bed. Grandfather answered her knock. He did not send one of his men, but rode back with her himself, taking a syringe an... | I may as well ride over this morning and make arrangements. Do you want to go with me, Jim?” His tone told me that he had already decided for me. After breakfast we set off together. When Mrs. Shimerda saw us coming, she ran from her door down into the draw behind the stable, as if she did not want to meet us. Grandfa... | My Antonia |
“If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,” | Mrs. Shimerda | alone, I’ll let him alone.”<|quote|>“If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,”</|quote|>she said insinuatingly. Jake was | Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.”<|quote|>“If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,”</|quote|>she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disconcerted. “Have | Jake a pair of socks she had knitted. She presented them with an air of great magnanimity, saying, “Now you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sheepishly. “I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.”<|quote|>“If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for... | expect she thought we had come to take the cow away for certain, Jim. I wonder if she would n’t have scratched a little if we’d laid hold of that lariat rope!” Our neighbors seemed glad to make peace with us. The next Sunday Mrs. Shimerda came over and brought Jake a pair of socks she had knitted. She presented them wi... | grandfather turned back. “You need not pay me anything more; no more money. The cow is yours.” “Pay no more, keep cow?” she asked in a bewildered tone, her narrow eyes snapping at us in the sunlight. “Exactly. Pay no more, keep cow.” He nodded. Mrs. Shimerda dropped the rope, ran after us, and crouching down beside gr... | up the lariat pin, and, when we came upon her, she was trying to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted h... | mounted another horse, without waiting to saddle him, and hammered on our door just as we were going to bed. Grandfather answered her knock. He did not send one of his men, but rode back with her himself, taking a syringe and an old piece of carpet he kept for hot applications when our horses were sick. He found Mrs. S... | in front of the cow as if she hoped to conceal it. “His sod corn will be good for fodder this winter,” said grandfather encouragingly. “And where is Ántonia?” “She go with.” Mrs. Shimerda kept wiggling her bare feet about nervously in the dust. “Very well. I will ride up there. I want them to come over and help me cut ... | My Antonia |
she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disconcerted. | No speaker | pig for pay the fine,”<|quote|>she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disconcerted.</|quote|>“Have the last word, mam,” | you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,”<|quote|>she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disconcerted.</|quote|>“Have the last word, mam,” he said cheerfully. “It’s a | air of great magnanimity, saying, “Now you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sheepishly. “I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.” “If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,”<|quote|>she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disc... | Jim. I wonder if she would n’t have scratched a little if we’d laid hold of that lariat rope!” Our neighbors seemed glad to make peace with us. The next Sunday Mrs. Shimerda came over and brought Jake a pair of socks she had knitted. She presented them with an air of great magnanimity, saying, “Now you not come any mor... | The cow is yours.” “Pay no more, keep cow?” she asked in a bewildered tone, her narrow eyes snapping at us in the sunlight. “Exactly. Pay no more, keep cow.” He nodded. Mrs. Shimerda dropped the rope, ran after us, and crouching down beside grandfather, she took his hand and kissed it. I doubt if he had ever been so m... | to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely. “Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me whe... | just as we were going to bed. Grandfather answered her knock. He did not send one of his men, but rode back with her himself, taking a syringe and an old piece of carpet he kept for hot applications when our horses were sick. He found Mrs. Shimerda sitting by the horse with her lantern, groaning and wringing her hands.... | already decided for me. After breakfast we set off together. When Mrs. Shimerda saw us coming, she ran from her door down into the draw behind the stable, as if she did not want to meet us. Grandfather smiled to himself while he tied his horse, and we followed her. Behind the barn we came upon a funny sight. The cow ha... | My Antonia |
“Have the last word, mam,” | Jake | was not at all disconcerted.<|quote|>“Have the last word, mam,”</|quote|>he said cheerfully. “It’s a | fine,” she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disconcerted.<|quote|>“Have the last word, mam,”</|quote|>he said cheerfully. “It’s a lady’s privilege.” XIX JULY came | any more for knock my Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sheepishly. “I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.” “If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,” she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disconcerted.<|quote|>“Have the last word, mam,”</|quote|>he sai... | a little if we’d laid hold of that lariat rope!” Our neighbors seemed glad to make peace with us. The next Sunday Mrs. Shimerda came over and brought Jake a pair of socks she had knitted. She presented them with an air of great magnanimity, saying, “Now you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sh... | she asked in a bewildered tone, her narrow eyes snapping at us in the sunlight. “Exactly. Pay no more, keep cow.” He nodded. Mrs. Shimerda dropped the rope, ran after us, and crouching down beside grandfather, she took his hand and kissed it. I doubt if he had ever been so much embarrassed before. I was a little start... | the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely. “Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which fie... | her knock. He did not send one of his men, but rode back with her himself, taking a syringe and an old piece of carpet he kept for hot applications when our horses were sick. He found Mrs. Shimerda sitting by the horse with her lantern, groaning and wringing her hands. It took but a few moments to release the gases pen... | the kitchen. She will be glad to earn something, and it will be a good time to end misunderstandings. I may as well ride over this morning and make arrangements. Do you want to go with me, Jim?” His tone told me that he had already decided for me. After breakfast we set off together. When Mrs. Shimerda saw us coming, ... | My Antonia |
he said cheerfully. | No speaker | “Have the last word, mam,”<|quote|>he said cheerfully.</|quote|>“It’s a lady’s privilege.” XIX | was not at all disconcerted. “Have the last word, mam,”<|quote|>he said cheerfully.</|quote|>“It’s a lady’s privilege.” XIX JULY came on with that | Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sheepishly. “I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.” “If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,” she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disconcerted. “Have the last word, mam,”<|quote|>he said cheerfully.</|quote|>“It’s a ... | hold of that lariat rope!” Our neighbors seemed glad to make peace with us. The next Sunday Mrs. Shimerda came over and brought Jake a pair of socks she had knitted. She presented them with an air of great magnanimity, saying, “Now you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sheepishly. “I don’t wan... | tone, her narrow eyes snapping at us in the sunlight. “Exactly. Pay no more, keep cow.” He nodded. Mrs. Shimerda dropped the rope, ran after us, and crouching down beside grandfather, she took his hand and kissed it. I doubt if he had ever been so much embarrassed before. I was a little startled, too. Somehow, that se... | was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely. “Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which field?” “He with the sod ... | send one of his men, but rode back with her himself, taking a syringe and an old piece of carpet he kept for hot applications when our horses were sick. He found Mrs. Shimerda sitting by the horse with her lantern, groaning and wringing her hands. It took but a few moments to release the gases pent up in the poor beast... | go with me, Jim?” His tone told me that he had already decided for me. After breakfast we set off together. When Mrs. Shimerda saw us coming, she ran from her door down into the draw behind the stable, as if she did not want to meet us. Grandfather smiled to himself while he tied his horse, and we followed her. Behin... | My Antonia |
“It’s a lady’s privilege.” | Jake | word, mam,” he said cheerfully.<|quote|>“It’s a lady’s privilege.”</|quote|>XIX JULY came on with | all disconcerted. “Have the last word, mam,” he said cheerfully.<|quote|>“It’s a lady’s privilege.”</|quote|>XIX JULY came on with that breathless, brilliant heat which | laughed sheepishly. “I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.” “If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,” she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disconcerted. “Have the last word, mam,” he said cheerfully.<|quote|>“It’s a lady’s privilege.”</|quote|>XI... | lariat rope!” Our neighbors seemed glad to make peace with us. The next Sunday Mrs. Shimerda came over and brought Jake a pair of socks she had knitted. She presented them with an air of great magnanimity, saying, “Now you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sheepishly. “I don’t want to have no ... | eyes snapping at us in the sunlight. “Exactly. Pay no more, keep cow.” He nodded. Mrs. Shimerda dropped the rope, ran after us, and crouching down beside grandfather, she took his hand and kissed it. I doubt if he had ever been so much embarrassed before. I was a little startled, too. Somehow, that seemed to bring the... | dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely. “Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which field?” “He with the sod corn.” She poin... | his men, but rode back with her himself, taking a syringe and an old piece of carpet he kept for hot applications when our horses were sick. He found Mrs. Shimerda sitting by the horse with her lantern, groaning and wringing her hands. It took but a few moments to release the gases pent up in the poor beast, and the tw... | back. “You need not pay me anything more; no more money. The cow is yours.” “Pay no more, keep cow?” she asked in a bewildered tone, her narrow eyes snapping at us in the sunlight. “Exactly. Pay no more, keep cow.” He nodded. Mrs. Shimerda dropped the rope, ran after us, and crouching down beside grandfather, she took... | My Antonia |
XIX JULY came on with that breathless, brilliant heat which makes the plains of Kansas and Nebraska the best corn country in the world. It seemed as if we could hear the corn growing in the night; under the stars one caught a faint crackling in the dewy, heavy-odored cornfields where the feathered stalks stood so jui... | No speaker | cheerfully. “It’s a lady’s privilege.”<|quote|>XIX JULY came on with that breathless, brilliant heat which makes the plains of Kansas and Nebraska the best corn country in the world. It seemed as if we could hear the corn growing in the night; under the stars one caught a faint crackling in the dewy, heavy-odored cor... | last word, mam,” he said cheerfully. “It’s a lady’s privilege.”<|quote|>XIX JULY came on with that breathless, brilliant heat which makes the plains of Kansas and Nebraska the best corn country in the world. It seemed as if we could hear the corn growing in the night; under the stars one caught a faint crackling in t... | want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.” “If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,” she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disconcerted. “Have the last word, mam,” he said cheerfully. “It’s a lady’s privilege.”<|quote|>XIX JULY came on with that breathless,... | seemed glad to make peace with us. The next Sunday Mrs. Shimerda came over and brought Jake a pair of socks she had knitted. She presented them with an air of great magnanimity, saying, “Now you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sheepishly. “I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he... | in the sunlight. “Exactly. Pay no more, keep cow.” He nodded. Mrs. Shimerda dropped the rope, ran after us, and crouching down beside grandfather, she took his hand and kissed it. I doubt if he had ever been so much embarrassed before. I was a little startled, too. Somehow, that seemed to bring the Old World very clos... | back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her politely. “Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which field?” “He with the sod corn.” She pointed toward the nort... | back with her himself, taking a syringe and an old piece of carpet he kept for hot applications when our horses were sick. He found Mrs. Shimerda sitting by the horse with her lantern, groaning and wringing her hands. It took but a few moments to release the gases pent up in the poor beast, and the two women heard the ... | me cut my oats and wheat next month. I will pay them wages. Good-morning. By the way, Mrs. Shimerda,” he said as he turned up the path, “I think we may as well call it square about the cow.” She started and clutched the rope tighter. Seeing that she did not understand, grandfather turned back. “You need not pay me anyt... | My Antonia |
“Oh, better I like to work out of doors than in a house!” | Antonia | lip like a little mustache.<|quote|>“Oh, better I like to work out of doors than in a house!”</|quote|>she used to sing joyfully. | to gather on her upper lip like a little mustache.<|quote|>“Oh, better I like to work out of doors than in a house!”</|quote|>she used to sing joyfully. “I not care that your | made her wear a sunbonnet, but as soon as we reached the garden she threw it on the grass and let her hair fly in the breeze. I remember how, as we bent over the pea-vines, beads of perspiration used to gather on her upper lip like a little mustache.<|quote|>“Oh, better I like to work out of doors than in a house!”</|q... | them,—and grandmother and Ántonia had so much to do in the kitchen that they could not have told whether one day was hotter than another. Each morning, while the dew was still on the grass, Ántonia went with me up to the garden to get early vegetables for dinner. Grandmother made her wear a sunbonnet, but as soon as we... | would enlarge and multiply until they would be, not the Shimerdas’ cornfields, or Mr. Bushy’s, but the world’s cornfields; that their yield would be one of the great economic facts, like the wheat crop of Russia, which underlie all the activities of men, in peace or war. The burning sun of those few weeks, with occasio... | of great magnanimity, saying, “Now you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sheepishly. “I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.” “If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,” she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disconcerted. “H... | while he tied his horse, and we followed her. Behind the barn we came upon a funny sight. The cow had evidently been grazing somewhere in the draw. Mrs. Shimerda had run to the animal, pulled up the lariat pin, and, when we came upon her, she was trying to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow... | Sunday Mrs. Shimerda came over and brought Jake a pair of socks she had knitted. She presented them with an air of great magnanimity, saying, “Now you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sheepishly. “I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.” “If h... | My Antonia |
she used to sing joyfully. | No speaker | doors than in a house!”<|quote|>she used to sing joyfully.</|quote|>“I not care that your | like to work out of doors than in a house!”<|quote|>she used to sing joyfully.</|quote|>“I not care that your grandmother say it makes me | she threw it on the grass and let her hair fly in the breeze. I remember how, as we bent over the pea-vines, beads of perspiration used to gather on her upper lip like a little mustache. “Oh, better I like to work out of doors than in a house!”<|quote|>she used to sing joyfully.</|quote|>“I not care that your grandmoth... | they could not have told whether one day was hotter than another. Each morning, while the dew was still on the grass, Ántonia went with me up to the garden to get early vegetables for dinner. Grandmother made her wear a sunbonnet, but as soon as we reached the garden she threw it on the grass and let her hair fly in th... | Mr. Bushy’s, but the world’s cornfields; that their yield would be one of the great economic facts, like the wheat crop of Russia, which underlie all the activities of men, in peace or war. The burning sun of those few weeks, with occasional rains at night, secured the corn. After the milky ears were once formed, we ha... | Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sheepishly. “I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.” “If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,” she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disconcerted. “Have the last word, mam,” he said cheerfully. “It’s a lady’s privilege.... | came upon a funny sight. The cow had evidently been grazing somewhere in the draw. Mrs. Shimerda had run to the animal, pulled up the lariat pin, and, when we came upon her, she was trying to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and ... | snapping at us in the sunlight. “Exactly. Pay no more, keep cow.” He nodded. Mrs. Shimerda dropped the rope, ran after us, and crouching down beside grandfather, she took his hand and kissed it. I doubt if he had ever been so much embarrassed before. I was a little startled, too. Somehow, that seemed to bring the Old ... | My Antonia |
“I not care that your grandmother say it makes me like a man. I like to be like a man.” | Antonia | she used to sing joyfully.<|quote|>“I not care that your grandmother say it makes me like a man. I like to be like a man.”</|quote|>She would toss her head | doors than in a house!” she used to sing joyfully.<|quote|>“I not care that your grandmother say it makes me like a man. I like to be like a man.”</|quote|>She would toss her head and ask me to feel | grass and let her hair fly in the breeze. I remember how, as we bent over the pea-vines, beads of perspiration used to gather on her upper lip like a little mustache. “Oh, better I like to work out of doors than in a house!” she used to sing joyfully.<|quote|>“I not care that your grandmother say it makes me like a man... | whether one day was hotter than another. Each morning, while the dew was still on the grass, Ántonia went with me up to the garden to get early vegetables for dinner. Grandmother made her wear a sunbonnet, but as soon as we reached the garden she threw it on the grass and let her hair fly in the breeze. I remember how,... | cornfields; that their yield would be one of the great economic facts, like the wheat crop of Russia, which underlie all the activities of men, in peace or war. The burning sun of those few weeks, with occasional rains at night, secured the corn. After the milky ears were once formed, we had little to fear from dry wea... | “I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.” “If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,” she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disconcerted. “Have the last word, mam,” he said cheerfully. “It’s a lady’s privilege.” XIX JULY came on with that breathless... | The cow had evidently been grazing somewhere in the draw. Mrs. Shimerda had run to the animal, pulled up the lariat pin, and, when we came upon her, she was trying to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quart... | they would enlarge and multiply until they would be, not the Shimerdas’ cornfields, or Mr. Bushy’s, but the world’s cornfields; that their yield would be one of the great economic facts, like the wheat crop of Russia, which underlie all the activities of men, in peace or war. The burning sun of those few weeks, with oc... | My Antonia |
She would toss her head and ask me to feel the muscles swell in her brown arm. We were glad to have her in the house. She was so gay and responsive that one did not mind her heavy, running step, or her clattery way with pans. Grandmother was in high spirits during the weeks that Ántonia worked for us. | No speaker | to be like a man.”<|quote|>She would toss her head and ask me to feel the muscles swell in her brown arm. We were glad to have her in the house. She was so gay and responsive that one did not mind her heavy, running step, or her clattery way with pans. Grandmother was in high spirits during the weeks that Ántonia work... | like a man. I like to be like a man.”<|quote|>She would toss her head and ask me to feel the muscles swell in her brown arm. We were glad to have her in the house. She was so gay and responsive that one did not mind her heavy, running step, or her clattery way with pans. Grandmother was in high spirits during the week... | perspiration used to gather on her upper lip like a little mustache. “Oh, better I like to work out of doors than in a house!” she used to sing joyfully. “I not care that your grandmother say it makes me like a man. I like to be like a man.”<|quote|>She would toss her head and ask me to feel the muscles swell in her br... | me up to the garden to get early vegetables for dinner. Grandmother made her wear a sunbonnet, but as soon as we reached the garden she threw it on the grass and let her hair fly in the breeze. I remember how, as we bent over the pea-vines, beads of perspiration used to gather on her upper lip like a little mustache. “... | all the activities of men, in peace or war. The burning sun of those few weeks, with occasional rains at night, secured the corn. After the milky ears were once formed, we had little to fear from dry weather. The men were working so hard in the wheatfields that they did not notice the heat,—though I was kept busy carry... | slap you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,” she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disconcerted. “Have the last word, mam,” he said cheerfully. “It’s a lady’s privilege.” XIX JULY came on with that breathless, brilliant heat which makes the plains of Kansas and Nebraska the best corn country in the world. ... | lariat pin, and, when we came upon her, she was trying to hide the cow in an old cave in the bank. As the hole was narrow and dark, the cow held back, and the old woman was slapping and pushing at her hind quarters, trying to spank her into the draw-side. Grandfather ignored her singular occupation and greeted her poli... | ever been so much embarrassed before. I was a little startled, too. Somehow, that seemed to bring the Old World very close. We rode away laughing, and grandfather said: “I expect she thought we had come to take the cow away for certain, Jim. I wonder if she would n’t have scratched a little if we’d laid hold of that la... | My Antonia |
[Illustration: Jim and Ántonia in the garden] | No speaker | that Ántonia worked for us.<|quote|>[Illustration: Jim and Ántonia in the garden]</|quote|>All the nights were close | high spirits during the weeks that Ántonia worked for us.<|quote|>[Illustration: Jim and Ántonia in the garden]</|quote|>All the nights were close and hot during that harvest | the muscles swell in her brown arm. We were glad to have her in the house. She was so gay and responsive that one did not mind her heavy, running step, or her clattery way with pans. Grandmother was in high spirits during the weeks that Ántonia worked for us.<|quote|>[Illustration: Jim and Ántonia in the garden]</|quot... | little mustache. “Oh, better I like to work out of doors than in a house!” she used to sing joyfully. “I not care that your grandmother say it makes me like a man. I like to be like a man.” She would toss her head and ask me to feel the muscles swell in her brown arm. We were glad to have her in the house. She was so ... | water for them,—and grandmother and Ántonia had so much to do in the kitchen that they could not have told whether one day was hotter than another. Each morning, while the dew was still on the grass, Ántonia went with me up to the garden to get early vegetables for dinner. Grandmother made her wear a sunbonnet, but as ... | we could hear the corn growing in the night; under the stars one caught a faint crackling in the dewy, heavy-odored cornfields where the feathered stalks stood so juicy and green. If all the great plain from the Missouri to the Rocky Mountains had been under glass, and the heat regulated by a thermometer, it could not ... | politely. “Good-morning, Mrs. Shimerda. Can you tell me where I will find Ambrosch? Which field?” “He with the sod corn.” She pointed toward the north, still standing in front of the cow as if she hoped to conceal it. “His sod corn will be good for fodder this winter,” said grandfather encouragingly. “And where is Ánto... | at all disconcerted. “Have the last word, mam,” he said cheerfully. “It’s a lady’s privilege.” XIX JULY came on with that breathless, brilliant heat which makes the plains of Kansas and Nebraska the best corn country in the world. It seemed as if we could hear the corn growing in the night; under the stars one caught... | My Antonia |
All the nights were close and hot during that harvest season. The harvesters slept in the hayloft because it was cooler there than in the house. I used to lie in my bed by the open window, watching the heat lightning play softly along the horizon, or looking up at the gaunt frame of the windmill against the blue night ... | No speaker | and Ántonia in the garden]<|quote|>All the nights were close and hot during that harvest season. The harvesters slept in the hayloft because it was cooler there than in the house. I used to lie in my bed by the open window, watching the heat lightning play softly along the horizon, or looking up at the gaunt frame of t... | worked for us. [Illustration: Jim and Ántonia in the garden]<|quote|>All the nights were close and hot during that harvest season. The harvesters slept in the hayloft because it was cooler there than in the house. I used to lie in my bed by the open window, watching the heat lightning play softly along the horizon, or ... | We were glad to have her in the house. She was so gay and responsive that one did not mind her heavy, running step, or her clattery way with pans. Grandmother was in high spirits during the weeks that Ántonia worked for us. [Illustration: Jim and Ántonia in the garden]<|quote|>All the nights were close and hot during t... | work out of doors than in a house!” she used to sing joyfully. “I not care that your grandmother say it makes me like a man. I like to be like a man.” She would toss her head and ask me to feel the muscles swell in her brown arm. We were glad to have her in the house. She was so gay and responsive that one did not min... | so much to do in the kitchen that they could not have told whether one day was hotter than another. Each morning, while the dew was still on the grass, Ántonia went with me up to the garden to get early vegetables for dinner. Grandmother made her wear a sunbonnet, but as soon as we reached the garden she threw it on th... | the night; under the stars one caught a faint crackling in the dewy, heavy-odored cornfields where the feathered stalks stood so juicy and green. If all the great plain from the Missouri to the Rocky Mountains had been under glass, and the heat regulated by a thermometer, it could not have been better for the yellow ta... | me where I will find Ambrosch? Which field?” “He with the sod corn.” She pointed toward the north, still standing in front of the cow as if she hoped to conceal it. “His sod corn will be good for fodder this winter,” said grandfather encouragingly. “And where is Ántonia?” “She go with.” Mrs. Shimerda kept wiggling her ... | of Kansas and Nebraska the best corn country in the world. It seemed as if we could hear the corn growing in the night; under the stars one caught a faint crackling in the dewy, heavy-odored cornfields where the feathered stalks stood so juicy and green. If all the great plain from the Missouri to the Rocky Mountains h... | My Antonia |
“In a minute we come,” | Antonia | would get wet out there.<|quote|>“In a minute we come,”</|quote|>Ántonia called back to her. | it was late, and we would get wet out there.<|quote|>“In a minute we come,”</|quote|>Ántonia called back to her. “I like your grandmother, and | a little boat, drifted out into the clear space unattended, and kept moving westward. All about us we could hear the felty beat of the raindrops on the soft dust of the farmyard. Grandmother came to the door and said it was late, and we would get wet out there.<|quote|>“In a minute we come,”</|quote|>Ántonia called bac... | looked like deep blue water, with the sheen of moonlight on it; and the mottled part of the sky was like marble pavement, like the quay of some splendid sea-coast city, doomed to destruction. Great warm splashes of rain fell on our upturned faces. One black cloud, no bigger than a little boat, drifted out into the clea... | a beautiful electric storm, though not enough rain fell to damage the cut grain. The men went down to the barn immediately after supper, and when the dishes were washed Ántonia and I climbed up on the slanting roof of the chicken-house to watch the clouds. The thunder was loud and metallic, like the rattle of sheet iro... | let her hair fly in the breeze. I remember how, as we bent over the pea-vines, beads of perspiration used to gather on her upper lip like a little mustache. “Oh, better I like to work out of doors than in a house!” she used to sing joyfully. “I not care that your grandmother say it makes me like a man. I like to be lik... | seemed glad to make peace with us. The next Sunday Mrs. Shimerda came over and brought Jake a pair of socks she had knitted. She presented them with an air of great magnanimity, saying, “Now you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sheepishly. “I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he... | could not have told whether one day was hotter than another. Each morning, while the dew was still on the grass, Ántonia went with me up to the garden to get early vegetables for dinner. Grandmother made her wear a sunbonnet, but as soon as we reached the garden she threw it on the grass and let her hair fly in the bre... | My Antonia |
Ántonia called back to her. | No speaker | “In a minute we come,”<|quote|>Ántonia called back to her.</|quote|>“I like your grandmother, and | would get wet out there. “In a minute we come,”<|quote|>Ántonia called back to her.</|quote|>“I like your grandmother, and all things here,” she sighed. | into the clear space unattended, and kept moving westward. All about us we could hear the felty beat of the raindrops on the soft dust of the farmyard. Grandmother came to the door and said it was late, and we would get wet out there. “In a minute we come,”<|quote|>Ántonia called back to her.</|quote|>“I like your gran... | with the sheen of moonlight on it; and the mottled part of the sky was like marble pavement, like the quay of some splendid sea-coast city, doomed to destruction. Great warm splashes of rain fell on our upturned faces. One black cloud, no bigger than a little boat, drifted out into the clear space unattended, and kept ... | not enough rain fell to damage the cut grain. The men went down to the barn immediately after supper, and when the dishes were washed Ántonia and I climbed up on the slanting roof of the chicken-house to watch the clouds. The thunder was loud and metallic, like the rattle of sheet iron, and the lightning broke in great... | the breeze. I remember how, as we bent over the pea-vines, beads of perspiration used to gather on her upper lip like a little mustache. “Oh, better I like to work out of doors than in a house!” she used to sing joyfully. “I not care that your grandmother say it makes me like a man. I like to be like a man.” She would ... | with us. The next Sunday Mrs. Shimerda came over and brought Jake a pair of socks she had knitted. She presented them with an air of great magnanimity, saying, “Now you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sheepishly. “I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let... | that they would enlarge and multiply until they would be, not the Shimerdas’ cornfields, or Mr. Bushy’s, but the world’s cornfields; that their yield would be one of the great economic facts, like the wheat crop of Russia, which underlie all the activities of men, in peace or war. The burning sun of those few weeks, wi... | My Antonia |
“I like your grandmother, and all things here,” | Antonia | Ántonia called back to her.<|quote|>“I like your grandmother, and all things here,”</|quote|>she sighed. “I wish my | “In a minute we come,” Ántonia called back to her.<|quote|>“I like your grandmother, and all things here,”</|quote|>she sighed. “I wish my papa live to see this | and kept moving westward. All about us we could hear the felty beat of the raindrops on the soft dust of the farmyard. Grandmother came to the door and said it was late, and we would get wet out there. “In a minute we come,” Ántonia called back to her.<|quote|>“I like your grandmother, and all things here,”</|quote|>sh... | on it; and the mottled part of the sky was like marble pavement, like the quay of some splendid sea-coast city, doomed to destruction. Great warm splashes of rain fell on our upturned faces. One black cloud, no bigger than a little boat, drifted out into the clear space unattended, and kept moving westward. All about u... | damage the cut grain. The men went down to the barn immediately after supper, and when the dishes were washed Ántonia and I climbed up on the slanting roof of the chicken-house to watch the clouds. The thunder was loud and metallic, like the rattle of sheet iron, and the lightning broke in great zigzags across the heav... | as we bent over the pea-vines, beads of perspiration used to gather on her upper lip like a little mustache. “Oh, better I like to work out of doors than in a house!” she used to sing joyfully. “I not care that your grandmother say it makes me like a man. I like to be like a man.” She would toss her head and ask me to ... | Mrs. Shimerda came over and brought Jake a pair of socks she had knitted. She presented them with an air of great magnanimity, saying, “Now you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sheepishly. “I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.” “If he slap ... | damage the cut grain. The men went down to the barn immediately after supper, and when the dishes were washed Ántonia and I climbed up on the slanting roof of the chicken-house to watch the clouds. The thunder was loud and metallic, like the rattle of sheet iron, and the lightning broke in great zigzags across the heav... | My Antonia |
she sighed. | No speaker | grandmother, and all things here,”<|quote|>she sighed.</|quote|>“I wish my papa live | to her. “I like your grandmother, and all things here,”<|quote|>she sighed.</|quote|>“I wish my papa live to see this summer. I | could hear the felty beat of the raindrops on the soft dust of the farmyard. Grandmother came to the door and said it was late, and we would get wet out there. “In a minute we come,” Ántonia called back to her. “I like your grandmother, and all things here,”<|quote|>she sighed.</|quote|>“I wish my papa live to see this... | sky was like marble pavement, like the quay of some splendid sea-coast city, doomed to destruction. Great warm splashes of rain fell on our upturned faces. One black cloud, no bigger than a little boat, drifted out into the clear space unattended, and kept moving westward. All about us we could hear the felty beat of t... | to the barn immediately after supper, and when the dishes were washed Ántonia and I climbed up on the slanting roof of the chicken-house to watch the clouds. The thunder was loud and metallic, like the rattle of sheet iron, and the lightning broke in great zigzags across the heavens, making everything stand out and com... | perspiration used to gather on her upper lip like a little mustache. “Oh, better I like to work out of doors than in a house!” she used to sing joyfully. “I not care that your grandmother say it makes me like a man. I like to be like a man.” She would toss her head and ask me to feel the muscles swell in her brown arm.... | pair of socks she had knitted. She presented them with an air of great magnanimity, saying, “Now you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sheepishly. “I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.” “If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,”... | busy carrying water for them,—and grandmother and Ántonia had so much to do in the kitchen that they could not have told whether one day was hotter than another. Each morning, while the dew was still on the grass, Ántonia went with me up to the garden to get early vegetables for dinner. Grandmother made her wear a sunb... | My Antonia |
“I wish my papa live to see this summer. I wish no winter ever come again.” | Antonia | all things here,” she sighed.<|quote|>“I wish my papa live to see this summer. I wish no winter ever come again.”</|quote|>“It will be summer a | “I like your grandmother, and all things here,” she sighed.<|quote|>“I wish my papa live to see this summer. I wish no winter ever come again.”</|quote|>“It will be summer a long while yet,” I reassured | the felty beat of the raindrops on the soft dust of the farmyard. Grandmother came to the door and said it was late, and we would get wet out there. “In a minute we come,” Ántonia called back to her. “I like your grandmother, and all things here,” she sighed.<|quote|>“I wish my papa live to see this summer. I wish no w... | like marble pavement, like the quay of some splendid sea-coast city, doomed to destruction. Great warm splashes of rain fell on our upturned faces. One black cloud, no bigger than a little boat, drifted out into the clear space unattended, and kept moving westward. All about us we could hear the felty beat of the raind... | barn immediately after supper, and when the dishes were washed Ántonia and I climbed up on the slanting roof of the chicken-house to watch the clouds. The thunder was loud and metallic, like the rattle of sheet iron, and the lightning broke in great zigzags across the heavens, making everything stand out and come close... | to gather on her upper lip like a little mustache. “Oh, better I like to work out of doors than in a house!” she used to sing joyfully. “I not care that your grandmother say it makes me like a man. I like to be like a man.” She would toss her head and ask me to feel the muscles swell in her brown arm. We were glad to ... | socks she had knitted. She presented them with an air of great magnanimity, saying, “Now you not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sheepishly. “I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.” “If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,” she sai... | her heavy, running step, or her clattery way with pans. Grandmother was in high spirits during the weeks that Ántonia worked for us. [Illustration: Jim and Ántonia in the garden] All the nights were close and hot during that harvest season. The harvesters slept in the hayloft because it was cooler there than in the hou... | My Antonia |
“It will be summer a long while yet,” | Jim | no winter ever come again.”<|quote|>“It will be summer a long while yet,”</|quote|>I reassured her. “Why are | see this summer. I wish no winter ever come again.”<|quote|>“It will be summer a long while yet,”</|quote|>I reassured her. “Why are n’t you always nice like | the door and said it was late, and we would get wet out there. “In a minute we come,” Ántonia called back to her. “I like your grandmother, and all things here,” she sighed. “I wish my papa live to see this summer. I wish no winter ever come again.”<|quote|>“It will be summer a long while yet,”</|quote|>I reassured her... | splashes of rain fell on our upturned faces. One black cloud, no bigger than a little boat, drifted out into the clear space unattended, and kept moving westward. All about us we could hear the felty beat of the raindrops on the soft dust of the farmyard. Grandmother came to the door and said it was late, and we would ... | the slanting roof of the chicken-house to watch the clouds. The thunder was loud and metallic, like the rattle of sheet iron, and the lightning broke in great zigzags across the heavens, making everything stand out and come close to us for a moment. Half the sky was checkered with black thunderheads, but all the west w... | out of doors than in a house!” she used to sing joyfully. “I not care that your grandmother say it makes me like a man. I like to be like a man.” She would toss her head and ask me to feel the muscles swell in her brown arm. We were glad to have her in the house. She was so gay and responsive that one did not mind her... | not come any more for knock my Ambrosch down?” Jake laughed sheepishly. “I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.” “If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,” she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disconcerted. “Have the last word, mam,” he said cheerf... | at the gaunt frame of the windmill against the blue night sky. One night there was a beautiful electric storm, though not enough rain fell to damage the cut grain. The men went down to the barn immediately after supper, and when the dishes were washed Ántonia and I climbed up on the slanting roof of the chicken-house t... | My Antonia |
I reassured her. | No speaker | summer a long while yet,”<|quote|>I reassured her.</|quote|>“Why are n’t you always | come again.” “It will be summer a long while yet,”<|quote|>I reassured her.</|quote|>“Why are n’t you always nice like this, Tony?” “How | we would get wet out there. “In a minute we come,” Ántonia called back to her. “I like your grandmother, and all things here,” she sighed. “I wish my papa live to see this summer. I wish no winter ever come again.” “It will be summer a long while yet,”<|quote|>I reassured her.</|quote|>“Why are n’t you always nice like... | One black cloud, no bigger than a little boat, drifted out into the clear space unattended, and kept moving westward. All about us we could hear the felty beat of the raindrops on the soft dust of the farmyard. Grandmother came to the door and said it was late, and we would get wet out there. “In a minute we come,” Ánt... | the clouds. The thunder was loud and metallic, like the rattle of sheet iron, and the lightning broke in great zigzags across the heavens, making everything stand out and come close to us for a moment. Half the sky was checkered with black thunderheads, but all the west was luminous and clear: in the lightning-flashes ... | used to sing joyfully. “I not care that your grandmother say it makes me like a man. I like to be like a man.” She would toss her head and ask me to feel the muscles swell in her brown arm. We were glad to have her in the house. She was so gay and responsive that one did not mind her heavy, running step, or her clatte... | down?” Jake laughed sheepishly. “I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.” “If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,” she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disconcerted. “Have the last word, mam,” he said cheerfully. “It’s a lady’s privilege.” XIX J... | while the dew was still on the grass, Ántonia went with me up to the garden to get early vegetables for dinner. Grandmother made her wear a sunbonnet, but as soon as we reached the garden she threw it on the grass and let her hair fly in the breeze. I remember how, as we bent over the pea-vines, beads of perspiration u... | My Antonia |
“Why are n’t you always nice like this, Tony?” | Jim | while yet,” I reassured her.<|quote|>“Why are n’t you always nice like this, Tony?”</|quote|>“How nice?” “Why, just like | will be summer a long while yet,” I reassured her.<|quote|>“Why are n’t you always nice like this, Tony?”</|quote|>“How nice?” “Why, just like this; like yourself. Why do | wet out there. “In a minute we come,” Ántonia called back to her. “I like your grandmother, and all things here,” she sighed. “I wish my papa live to see this summer. I wish no winter ever come again.” “It will be summer a long while yet,” I reassured her.<|quote|>“Why are n’t you always nice like this, Tony?”</|quote|... | no bigger than a little boat, drifted out into the clear space unattended, and kept moving westward. All about us we could hear the felty beat of the raindrops on the soft dust of the farmyard. Grandmother came to the door and said it was late, and we would get wet out there. “In a minute we come,” Ántonia called back ... | thunder was loud and metallic, like the rattle of sheet iron, and the lightning broke in great zigzags across the heavens, making everything stand out and come close to us for a moment. Half the sky was checkered with black thunderheads, but all the west was luminous and clear: in the lightning-flashes it looked like d... | joyfully. “I not care that your grandmother say it makes me like a man. I like to be like a man.” She would toss her head and ask me to feel the muscles swell in her brown arm. We were glad to have her in the house. She was so gay and responsive that one did not mind her heavy, running step, or her clattery way with p... | sheepishly. “I don’t want to have no trouble with Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.” “If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,” she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disconcerted. “Have the last word, mam,” he said cheerfully. “It’s a lady’s privilege.” XIX JULY came on with tha... | feel the muscles swell in her brown arm. We were glad to have her in the house. She was so gay and responsive that one did not mind her heavy, running step, or her clattery way with pans. Grandmother was in high spirits during the weeks that Ántonia worked for us. [Illustration: Jim and Ántonia in the garden] All the n... | My Antonia |
“How nice?” | Antonia | always nice like this, Tony?”<|quote|>“How nice?”</|quote|>“Why, just like this; like | her. “Why are n’t you always nice like this, Tony?”<|quote|>“How nice?”</|quote|>“Why, just like this; like yourself. Why do you all | called back to her. “I like your grandmother, and all things here,” she sighed. “I wish my papa live to see this summer. I wish no winter ever come again.” “It will be summer a long while yet,” I reassured her. “Why are n’t you always nice like this, Tony?”<|quote|>“How nice?”</|quote|>“Why, just like this; like yourse... | the clear space unattended, and kept moving westward. All about us we could hear the felty beat of the raindrops on the soft dust of the farmyard. Grandmother came to the door and said it was late, and we would get wet out there. “In a minute we come,” Ántonia called back to her. “I like your grandmother, and all thing... | sheet iron, and the lightning broke in great zigzags across the heavens, making everything stand out and come close to us for a moment. Half the sky was checkered with black thunderheads, but all the west was luminous and clear: in the lightning-flashes it looked like deep blue water, with the sheen of moonlight on it;... | makes me like a man. I like to be like a man.” She would toss her head and ask me to feel the muscles swell in her brown arm. We were glad to have her in the house. She was so gay and responsive that one did not mind her heavy, running step, or her clattery way with pans. Grandmother was in high spirits during the wee... | Ambrosch. If he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.” “If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,” she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disconcerted. “Have the last word, mam,” he said cheerfully. “It’s a lady’s privilege.” XIX JULY came on with that breathless, brilliant heat which makes the plain... | the grass and let her hair fly in the breeze. I remember how, as we bent over the pea-vines, beads of perspiration used to gather on her upper lip like a little mustache. “Oh, better I like to work out of doors than in a house!” she used to sing joyfully. “I not care that your grandmother say it makes me like a man. I ... | My Antonia |
“Why, just like this; like yourself. Why do you all the time try to be like Ambrosch?” | Jim | like this, Tony?” “How nice?”<|quote|>“Why, just like this; like yourself. Why do you all the time try to be like Ambrosch?”</|quote|>She put her arms under | are n’t you always nice like this, Tony?” “How nice?”<|quote|>“Why, just like this; like yourself. Why do you all the time try to be like Ambrosch?”</|quote|>She put her arms under her head and lay back, | to her. “I like your grandmother, and all things here,” she sighed. “I wish my papa live to see this summer. I wish no winter ever come again.” “It will be summer a long while yet,” I reassured her. “Why are n’t you always nice like this, Tony?” “How nice?”<|quote|>“Why, just like this; like yourself. Why do you all th... | space unattended, and kept moving westward. All about us we could hear the felty beat of the raindrops on the soft dust of the farmyard. Grandmother came to the door and said it was late, and we would get wet out there. “In a minute we come,” Ántonia called back to her. “I like your grandmother, and all things here,” s... | and the lightning broke in great zigzags across the heavens, making everything stand out and come close to us for a moment. Half the sky was checkered with black thunderheads, but all the west was luminous and clear: in the lightning-flashes it looked like deep blue water, with the sheen of moonlight on it; and the mot... | like a man. I like to be like a man.” She would toss her head and ask me to feel the muscles swell in her brown arm. We were glad to have her in the house. She was so gay and responsive that one did not mind her heavy, running step, or her clattery way with pans. Grandmother was in high spirits during the weeks that Á... | he’ll let me alone, I’ll let him alone.” “If he slap you, we ain’t got no pig for pay the fine,” she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disconcerted. “Have the last word, mam,” he said cheerfully. “It’s a lady’s privilege.” XIX JULY came on with that breathless, brilliant heat which makes the plains of Kansas a... | for them,—and grandmother and Ántonia had so much to do in the kitchen that they could not have told whether one day was hotter than another. Each morning, while the dew was still on the grass, Ántonia went with me up to the garden to get early vegetables for dinner. Grandmother made her wear a sunbonnet, but as soon a... | My Antonia |
She put her arms under her head and lay back, looking up at the sky. | No speaker | try to be like Ambrosch?”<|quote|>She put her arms under her head and lay back, looking up at the sky.</|quote|>“If I live here, like | do you all the time try to be like Ambrosch?”<|quote|>She put her arms under her head and lay back, looking up at the sky.</|quote|>“If I live here, like you, that is different. Things | to see this summer. I wish no winter ever come again.” “It will be summer a long while yet,” I reassured her. “Why are n’t you always nice like this, Tony?” “How nice?” “Why, just like this; like yourself. Why do you all the time try to be like Ambrosch?”<|quote|>She put her arms under her head and lay back, looking up... | raindrops on the soft dust of the farmyard. Grandmother came to the door and said it was late, and we would get wet out there. “In a minute we come,” Ántonia called back to her. “I like your grandmother, and all things here,” she sighed. “I wish my papa live to see this summer. I wish no winter ever come again.” “It wi... | to us for a moment. Half the sky was checkered with black thunderheads, but all the west was luminous and clear: in the lightning-flashes it looked like deep blue water, with the sheen of moonlight on it; and the mottled part of the sky was like marble pavement, like the quay of some splendid sea-coast city, doomed to ... | me to feel the muscles swell in her brown arm. We were glad to have her in the house. She was so gay and responsive that one did not mind her heavy, running step, or her clattery way with pans. Grandmother was in high spirits during the weeks that Ántonia worked for us. [Illustration: Jim and Ántonia in the garden] All... | for pay the fine,” she said insinuatingly. Jake was not at all disconcerted. “Have the last word, mam,” he said cheerfully. “It’s a lady’s privilege.” XIX JULY came on with that breathless, brilliant heat which makes the plains of Kansas and Nebraska the best corn country in the world. It seemed as if we could hear ... | her brown arm. We were glad to have her in the house. She was so gay and responsive that one did not mind her heavy, running step, or her clattery way with pans. Grandmother was in high spirits during the weeks that Ántonia worked for us. [Illustration: Jim and Ántonia in the garden] All the nights were close and hot d... | My Antonia |
“If I live here, like you, that is different. Things will be easy for you. But they will be hard for us.” | Antonia | looking up at the sky.<|quote|>“If I live here, like you, that is different. Things will be easy for you. But they will be hard for us.”</|quote|>BOOK II—THE HIRED GIRLS I | her head and lay back, looking up at the sky.<|quote|>“If I live here, like you, that is different. Things will be easy for you. But they will be hard for us.”</|quote|>BOOK II—THE HIRED GIRLS I I HAD been living with | a long while yet,” I reassured her. “Why are n’t you always nice like this, Tony?” “How nice?” “Why, just like this; like yourself. Why do you all the time try to be like Ambrosch?” She put her arms under her head and lay back, looking up at the sky.<|quote|>“If I live here, like you, that is different. Things will be ... | it was late, and we would get wet out there. “In a minute we come,” Ántonia called back to her. “I like your grandmother, and all things here,” she sighed. “I wish my papa live to see this summer. I wish no winter ever come again.” “It will be summer a long while yet,” I reassured her. “Why are n’t you always nice like... | the west was luminous and clear: in the lightning-flashes it looked like deep blue water, with the sheen of moonlight on it; and the mottled part of the sky was like marble pavement, like the quay of some splendid sea-coast city, doomed to destruction. Great warm splashes of rain fell on our upturned faces. One black c... | her in the house. She was so gay and responsive that one did not mind her heavy, running step, or her clattery way with pans. Grandmother was in high spirits during the weeks that Ántonia worked for us. [Illustration: Jim and Ántonia in the garden] All the nights were close and hot during that harvest season. The harve... | last word, mam,” he said cheerfully. “It’s a lady’s privilege.” XIX JULY came on with that breathless, brilliant heat which makes the plains of Kansas and Nebraska the best corn country in the world. It seemed as if we could hear the corn growing in the night; under the stars one caught a faint crackling in the dewy,... | The men were working so hard in the wheatfields that they did not notice the heat,—though I was kept busy carrying water for them,—and grandmother and Ántonia had so much to do in the kitchen that they could not have told whether one day was hotter than another. Each morning, while the dew was still on the grass, Ánton... | My Antonia |
BOOK II—THE HIRED GIRLS I I HAD been living with my grandfather for nearly three years when he decided to move to Black Hawk. He and grandmother were getting old for the heavy work of a farm, and as I was now thirteen they thought I ought to be going to school. Accordingly our homestead was rented to | No speaker | will be hard for us.”<|quote|>BOOK II—THE HIRED GIRLS I I HAD been living with my grandfather for nearly three years when he decided to move to Black Hawk. He and grandmother were getting old for the heavy work of a farm, and as I was now thirteen they thought I ought to be going to school. Accordingly our homest... | easy for you. But they will be hard for us.”<|quote|>BOOK II—THE HIRED GIRLS I I HAD been living with my grandfather for nearly three years when he decided to move to Black Hawk. He and grandmother were getting old for the heavy work of a farm, and as I was now thirteen they thought I ought to be going to school.... | like yourself. Why do you all the time try to be like Ambrosch?” She put her arms under her head and lay back, looking up at the sky. “If I live here, like you, that is different. Things will be easy for you. But they will be hard for us.”<|quote|>BOOK II—THE HIRED GIRLS I I HAD been living with my grandfather fo... | your grandmother, and all things here,” she sighed. “I wish my papa live to see this summer. I wish no winter ever come again.” “It will be summer a long while yet,” I reassured her. “Why are n’t you always nice like this, Tony?” “How nice?” “Why, just like this; like yourself. Why do you all the time try to be like Am... | and the mottled part of the sky was like marble pavement, like the quay of some splendid sea-coast city, doomed to destruction. Great warm splashes of rain fell on our upturned faces. One black cloud, no bigger than a little boat, drifted out into the clear space unattended, and kept moving westward. All about us we co... | way with pans. Grandmother was in high spirits during the weeks that Ántonia worked for us. [Illustration: Jim and Ántonia in the garden] All the nights were close and hot during that harvest season. The harvesters slept in the hayloft because it was cooler there than in the house. I used to lie in my bed by the open w... | plains of Kansas and Nebraska the best corn country in the world. It seemed as if we could hear the corn growing in the night; under the stars one caught a faint crackling in the dewy, heavy-odored cornfields where the feathered stalks stood so juicy and green. If all the great plain from the Missouri to the Rocky Moun... | and clear: in the lightning-flashes it looked like deep blue water, with the sheen of moonlight on it; and the mottled part of the sky was like marble pavement, like the quay of some splendid sea-coast city, doomed to destruction. Great warm splashes of rain fell on our upturned faces. One black cloud, no bigger than a... | My Antonia |
“that good woman, the Widow Steavens,” | No speaker | our homestead was rented to<|quote|>“that good woman, the Widow Steavens,”</|quote|>and her bachelor brother, and | be going to school. Accordingly our homestead was rented to<|quote|>“that good woman, the Widow Steavens,”</|quote|>and her bachelor brother, and we bought Preacher White’s house, | living with my grandfather for nearly three years when he decided to move to Black Hawk. He and grandmother were getting old for the heavy work of a farm, and as I was now thirteen they thought I ought to be going to school. Accordingly our homestead was rented to<|quote|>“that good woman, the Widow Steavens,”</|quote|... | try to be like Ambrosch?” She put her arms under her head and lay back, looking up at the sky. “If I live here, like you, that is different. Things will be easy for you. But they will be hard for us.” BOOK II—THE HIRED GIRLS I I HAD been living with my grandfather for nearly three years when he decided to move to... | the felty beat of the raindrops on the soft dust of the farmyard. Grandmother came to the door and said it was late, and we would get wet out there. “In a minute we come,” Ántonia called back to her. “I like your grandmother, and all things here,” she sighed. “I wish my papa live to see this summer. I wish no winter ev... | open window, watching the heat lightning play softly along the horizon, or looking up at the gaunt frame of the windmill against the blue night sky. One night there was a beautiful electric storm, though not enough rain fell to damage the cut grain. The men went down to the barn immediately after supper, and when the d... | Mountains had been under glass, and the heat regulated by a thermometer, it could not have been better for the yellow tassels that were ripening and fertilizing each other day by day. The cornfields were far apart in those times, with miles of wild grazing land between. It took a clear, meditative eye like my grandfath... | the sky was checkered with black thunderheads, but all the west was luminous and clear: in the lightning-flashes it looked like deep blue water, with the sheen of moonlight on it; and the mottled part of the sky was like marble pavement, like the quay of some splendid sea-coast city, doomed to destruction. Great warm s... | My Antonia |
and her bachelor brother, and we bought Preacher White’s house, at the north end of Black Hawk. This was the first town house one passed driving in from the farm, a landmark which told country people their long ride was over. We were to move to Black Hawk in March, and as soon as grandfather had fixed the date he let ... | No speaker | good woman, the Widow Steavens,”<|quote|>and her bachelor brother, and we bought Preacher White’s house, at the north end of Black Hawk. This was the first town house one passed driving in from the farm, a landmark which told country people their long ride was over. We were to move to Black Hawk in March, and as soon ... | homestead was rented to “that good woman, the Widow Steavens,”<|quote|>and her bachelor brother, and we bought Preacher White’s house, at the north end of Black Hawk. This was the first town house one passed driving in from the farm, a landmark which told country people their long ride was over. We were to move to Bla... | three years when he decided to move to Black Hawk. He and grandmother were getting old for the heavy work of a farm, and as I was now thirteen they thought I ought to be going to school. Accordingly our homestead was rented to “that good woman, the Widow Steavens,”<|quote|>and her bachelor brother, and we bought Preach... | put her arms under her head and lay back, looking up at the sky. “If I live here, like you, that is different. Things will be easy for you. But they will be hard for us.” BOOK II—THE HIRED GIRLS I I HAD been living with my grandfather for nearly three years when he decided to move to Black Hawk. He and grandmothe... | on the soft dust of the farmyard. Grandmother came to the door and said it was late, and we would get wet out there. “In a minute we come,” Ántonia called back to her. “I like your grandmother, and all things here,” she sighed. “I wish my papa live to see this summer. I wish no winter ever come again.” “It will be summ... | play softly along the horizon, or looking up at the gaunt frame of the windmill against the blue night sky. One night there was a beautiful electric storm, though not enough rain fell to damage the cut grain. The men went down to the barn immediately after supper, and when the dishes were washed Ántonia and I climbed u... | the heat regulated by a thermometer, it could not have been better for the yellow tassels that were ripening and fertilizing each other day by day. The cornfields were far apart in those times, with miles of wild grazing land between. It took a clear, meditative eye like my grandfather’s to foresee that they would enla... | sky. One night there was a beautiful electric storm, though not enough rain fell to damage the cut grain. The men went down to the barn immediately after supper, and when the dishes were washed Ántonia and I climbed up on the slanting roof of the chicken-house to watch the clouds. The thunder was loud and metallic, lik... | My Antonia |
“wild West.” | Otto | to what he called the<|quote|>“wild West.”</|quote|>Jake Marpole, lured by Otto’s | thought he would go back to what he called the<|quote|>“wild West.”</|quote|>Jake Marpole, lured by Otto’s stories of adventure, decided to | as soon as grandfather had fixed the date he let Jake and Otto know of his intention. Otto said he would not be likely to find another place that suited him so well; that he was tired of farming and thought he would go back to what he called the<|quote|>“wild West.”</|quote|>Jake Marpole, lured by Otto’s stories of adv... | her bachelor brother, and we bought Preacher White’s house, at the north end of Black Hawk. This was the first town house one passed driving in from the farm, a landmark which told country people their long ride was over. We were to move to Black Hawk in March, and as soon as grandfather had fixed the date he let Jake ... | her arms under her head and lay back, looking up at the sky. “If I live here, like you, that is different. Things will be easy for you. But they will be hard for us.” BOOK II—THE HIRED GIRLS I I HAD been living with my grandfather for nearly three years when he decided to move to Black Hawk. He and grandmother we... | for a moment. Half the sky was checkered with black thunderheads, but all the west was luminous and clear: in the lightning-flashes it looked like deep blue water, with the sheen of moonlight on it; and the mottled part of the sky was like marble pavement, like the quay of some splendid sea-coast city, doomed to destru... | The burning sun of those few weeks, with occasional rains at night, secured the corn. After the milky ears were once formed, we had little to fear from dry weather. The men were working so hard in the wheatfields that they did not notice the heat,—though I was kept busy carrying water for them,—and grandmother and Ánto... | clouds. The thunder was loud and metallic, like the rattle of sheet iron, and the lightning broke in great zigzags across the heavens, making everything stand out and come close to us for a moment. Half the sky was checkered with black thunderheads, but all the west was luminous and clear: in the lightning-flashes it l... | My Antonia |
Jake Marpole, lured by Otto’s stories of adventure, decided to go with him. We did our best to dissuade Jake. He was so handicapped by illiteracy and by his trusting disposition that he would be an easy prey to sharpers. Grandmother begged him to stay among kindly, Christian people, where he was known; but there was no... | No speaker | he called the “wild West.”<|quote|>Jake Marpole, lured by Otto’s stories of adventure, decided to go with him. We did our best to dissuade Jake. He was so handicapped by illiteracy and by his trusting disposition that he would be an easy prey to sharpers. Grandmother begged him to stay among kindly, Christian people, w... | would go back to what he called the “wild West.”<|quote|>Jake Marpole, lured by Otto’s stories of adventure, decided to go with him. We did our best to dissuade Jake. He was so handicapped by illiteracy and by his trusting disposition that he would be an easy prey to sharpers. Grandmother begged him to stay among kindl... | as grandfather had fixed the date he let Jake and Otto know of his intention. Otto said he would not be likely to find another place that suited him so well; that he was tired of farming and thought he would go back to what he called the “wild West.”<|quote|>Jake Marpole, lured by Otto’s stories of adventure, decided t... | brother, and we bought Preacher White’s house, at the north end of Black Hawk. This was the first town house one passed driving in from the farm, a landmark which told country people their long ride was over. We were to move to Black Hawk in March, and as soon as grandfather had fixed the date he let Jake and Otto know... | under her head and lay back, looking up at the sky. “If I live here, like you, that is different. Things will be easy for you. But they will be hard for us.” BOOK II—THE HIRED GIRLS I I HAD been living with my grandfather for nearly three years when he decided to move to Black Hawk. He and grandmother were gettin... | moment. Half the sky was checkered with black thunderheads, but all the west was luminous and clear: in the lightning-flashes it looked like deep blue water, with the sheen of moonlight on it; and the mottled part of the sky was like marble pavement, like the quay of some splendid sea-coast city, doomed to destruction.... | sun of those few weeks, with occasional rains at night, secured the corn. After the milky ears were once formed, we had little to fear from dry weather. The men were working so hard in the wheatfields that they did not notice the heat,—though I was kept busy carrying water for them,—and grandmother and Ántonia had so m... | to the door and said it was late, and we would get wet out there. “In a minute we come,” Ántonia called back to her. “I like your grandmother, and all things here,” she sighed. “I wish my papa live to see this summer. I wish no winter ever come again.” “It will be summer a long while yet,” I reassured her. “Why are n’t... | My Antonia |
“unclaimed.” | No speaker | letter was returned to me,<|quote|>“unclaimed.”</|quote|>After that we never heard | at that address, but my letter was returned to me,<|quote|>“unclaimed.”</|quote|>After that we never heard from them. Black Hawk, the | never saw them again. Months afterward we got a card from Otto, saying that Jake had been down with mountain fever, but now they were both working in the Yankee Girl mine, and were doing well. I wrote to them at that address, but my letter was returned to me,<|quote|>“unclaimed.”</|quote|>After that we never heard from... | in any market in the world. With me they had been like older brothers; had restrained their speech and manners out of care for me, and given me so much good comradeship. Now they got on the west-bound train one morning, in their Sunday clothes, with their oilcloth valises—and I never saw them again. Months afterward we... | to sharpers. Grandmother begged him to stay among kindly, Christian people, where he was known; but there was no reasoning with him. He wanted to be a prospector. He thought a silver mine was waiting for him in Colorado. Jake and Otto served us to the last. They moved us into town, put down the carpets in our new house... | I HAD been living with my grandfather for nearly three years when he decided to move to Black Hawk. He and grandmother were getting old for the heavy work of a farm, and as I was now thirteen they thought I ought to be going to school. Accordingly our homestead was rented to “that good woman, the Widow Steavens,” and h... | in high spirits during the weeks that Ántonia worked for us. [Illustration: Jim and Ántonia in the garden] All the nights were close and hot during that harvest season. The harvesters slept in the hayloft because it was cooler there than in the house. I used to lie in my bed by the open window, watching the heat lightn... | they thought I ought to be going to school. Accordingly our homestead was rented to “that good woman, the Widow Steavens,” and her bachelor brother, and we bought Preacher White’s house, at the north end of Black Hawk. This was the first town house one passed driving in from the farm, a landmark which told country peop... | My Antonia |
After that we never heard from them. Black Hawk, the new world in which we had come to live, was a clean, well-planted little prairie town, with white fences and good green yards about the dwellings, wide, dusty streets, and shapely little trees growing along the wooden sidewalks. In the center of the town there were ... | No speaker | was returned to me, “unclaimed.”<|quote|>After that we never heard from them. Black Hawk, the new world in which we had come to live, was a clean, well-planted little prairie town, with white fences and good green yards about the dwellings, wide, dusty streets, and shapely little trees growing along the wooden sidewal... | that address, but my letter was returned to me, “unclaimed.”<|quote|>After that we never heard from them. Black Hawk, the new world in which we had come to live, was a clean, well-planted little prairie town, with white fences and good green yards about the dwellings, wide, dusty streets, and shapely little trees grow... | saw them again. Months afterward we got a card from Otto, saying that Jake had been down with mountain fever, but now they were both working in the Yankee Girl mine, and were doing well. I wrote to them at that address, but my letter was returned to me, “unclaimed.”<|quote|>After that we never heard from them. Black H... | any market in the world. With me they had been like older brothers; had restrained their speech and manners out of care for me, and given me so much good comradeship. Now they got on the west-bound train one morning, in their Sunday clothes, with their oilcloth valises—and I never saw them again. Months afterward we go... | sharpers. Grandmother begged him to stay among kindly, Christian people, where he was known; but there was no reasoning with him. He wanted to be a prospector. He thought a silver mine was waiting for him in Colorado. Jake and Otto served us to the last. They moved us into town, put down the carpets in our new house, m... | HAD been living with my grandfather for nearly three years when he decided to move to Black Hawk. He and grandmother were getting old for the heavy work of a farm, and as I was now thirteen they thought I ought to be going to school. Accordingly our homestead was rented to “that good woman, the Widow Steavens,” and her... | high spirits during the weeks that Ántonia worked for us. [Illustration: Jim and Ántonia in the garden] All the nights were close and hot during that harvest season. The harvesters slept in the hayloft because it was cooler there than in the house. I used to lie in my bed by the open window, watching the heat lightning... | for nearly three years when he decided to move to Black Hawk. He and grandmother were getting old for the heavy work of a farm, and as I was now thirteen they thought I ought to be going to school. Accordingly our homestead was rented to “that good woman, the Widow Steavens,” and her bachelor brother, and we bought Pre... | My Antonia |
“store” | No speaker | two rows of new brick<|quote|>“store”</|quote|>buildings, a brick schoolhouse, the | of the town there were two rows of new brick<|quote|>“store”</|quote|>buildings, a brick schoolhouse, the courthouse, and four white churches. | world in which we had come to live, was a clean, well-planted little prairie town, with white fences and good green yards about the dwellings, wide, dusty streets, and shapely little trees growing along the wooden sidewalks. In the center of the town there were two rows of new brick<|quote|>“store”</|quote|>buildings, ... | saying that Jake had been down with mountain fever, but now they were both working in the Yankee Girl mine, and were doing well. I wrote to them at that address, but my letter was returned to me, “unclaimed.” After that we never heard from them. Black Hawk, the new world in which we had come to live, was a clean, well... | and cupboards for grandmother’s kitchen, and seemed loath to leave us. But at last they went, without warning. Those two fellows had been faithful to us through sun and storm, had given us things that cannot be bought in any market in the world. With me they had been like older brothers; had restrained their speech and... | brother, and we bought Preacher White’s house, at the north end of Black Hawk. This was the first town house one passed driving in from the farm, a landmark which told country people their long ride was over. We were to move to Black Hawk in March, and as soon as grandfather had fixed the date he let Jake and Otto know... | the horizon, or looking up at the gaunt frame of the windmill against the blue night sky. One night there was a beautiful electric storm, though not enough rain fell to damage the cut grain. The men went down to the barn immediately after supper, and when the dishes were washed Ántonia and I climbed up on the slanting ... | She put her arms under her head and lay back, looking up at the sky. “If I live here, like you, that is different. Things will be easy for you. But they will be hard for us.” BOOK II—THE HIRED GIRLS I I HAD been living with my grandfather for nearly three years when he decided to move to Black Hawk. He and grandm... | My Antonia |
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