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Page 23 killed many rabbits since then. But never has there been such a red-letter day in my hunting career as the day I brought home my first rabbit.
Most generally trips to Onida or Pierre in the winter were avoided but sometimes it would be necessary to get another load of coal. Pa would hitch old kid and lee (they were the team of horses) to the wagon, and leave home early in the morning. Sometimes it would be after dark when he got home. Ma would always put a lamp in a window and we kids would keep running out in the cold to listen for the wagon wheels in the snow. Its really quite a thrill on a clear night to hear the iron wagon wheel tires turning in the snow. You can hear them for almost a mile away. The jingle of the harness along with the high squall of the wheels going through the snow is a sort of music. You may hear a coyote howl and get an answer from his mate but the sound of a wagon wheel going through cold dry snow is a sound that’s hard to forget. As they came closer to home it seemed as if the horses increased their speed a little |