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Instead of burning quickly, the green chips smoldered and filled thehollow log with thick, choking smoke. Pa shut the door, and a littlesmoke squeezed through the crack around it and a little smoke came outthrough the roof, but most of it was shut in with the meat.
Laura and Ma watched the fire for several days. When smoke stoppedcoming through the cracks, Laura would bring more hickory chips and Mawould put them on the fire under the meat. All the time there was alittle smell of smoke in the yard, and when the door was opened a thick,smoky, meaty smell came out.
All that day and the next, Ma was trying out the lard in big iron potson the cookstove. Laura and Mary carried wood and watched the fire. Itmust be hot, but not too hot, or the lard would burn. The big potssimmered and boiled, but they must not smoke. From time to time Maskimmed out the brown cracklings. She put them in a cloth and squeezedout every bit of the lard, and then she put the cracklings away. Shewould use them to flavor johnny-cake later.
The doors and windows were tightly shut, and the cracks of the windowframes stuffed with cloth, to keep out the cold. But Black Susan, thecat, came and went as she pleased, day and night, through the swingingdoor of the cat-hole in the bottom of the front door. She always wentvery quickly, so the door would not catch her tail when it fell shutbehind her.
Every evening before he began to tell stories, Pa made the bullets forhis next day's hunting. Laura and Mary helped him. They brought the big,long-handled spoon, and the box full of bits of lead, and thebullet-mold. Then while he squatted on the hearth and made the bullets,they sat one on each side of him, and watched.
The bullet was too hot to touch, but it shone so temptingly thatsometimes Laura or Mary could not help touching it. Then they burnedtheir fingers. But they did not say anything, because Pa had told themnever to touch a new bullet. If they burned their fingers, that wastheir own fault; they should have minded him. So they put their fingersin their mouths to cool them, and watched Pa make more bullets.
There would be a shining pile of them on the hearth before Pa stopped.He let them cool, then with his jack-knife he trimmed off the littlelumps left by the hole in the mold. He gathered up the tiny shavings oflead and saved them carefully, to melt again the next time he madebullets.
After the bullets were made, Pa would take his gun down from the walland clean it. Out in the snowy woods all day, it might have gathered alittle dampness, and the inside of the barrel was sure to be dirty frompowder smoke.
"Where's my patch box?" he asked then, and Mary gave him the little tinbox full of little pieces of greased cloth. Pa laid one of these bits ofgreasy cloth over the muzzle of the gun, put one of the shiny newbullets on it, and with the ramrod he pushed the bullet and the clothdown the gun barrel.
When Pa went into the Big Woods, he always made sure that the bulletpouch was full of bullets, and that the tin patch box and the box ofcaps were with it in his pockets. The powder horn and a small sharphatchet hung at his belt and he carried the gun ready loaded on hisshoulder.
Ma was busy all day long, cooking good things for Christmas. She bakedsalt-rising bread and rye 'n Injun bread, and Swedish crackers, and ahuge pan of baked beans, with salt pork and molasses. She baked vinegarpies and dried-apple pies, and filled a big jar with cookies, and shelet Laura and Mary lick the cake spoon.
"That's what I thought," Aunt Eliza said. "I didn't know what to do.There I was, shut up in the house with the children, and not daring togo out. And we didn't have any water. I couldn't even get any snow tomelt. Every time I opened the door so much as a crack, Prince acted likehe would tear me to pieces."
For days the sun shone and the weather was warm. There was no frost onthe windows in the mornings. All day the icicles fell one by one fromthe eaves with soft smashing and crackling sounds in the snowbanksbeneath. The trees shook their wet, black branches, and chunks of snowfell down.
Mary had a cracked saucer to play with, and Laura had a beautiful cupwith only one big piece broken out of it. Charlotte and Nettie, and thetwo little wooden men Pa had made, lived in the playhouse with them.Every day they made fresh leaf hats for Charlotte and Nettie, and theymade little leaf cups and saucers to set on their table. The table was anice, smooth rock.
The horses walked around and around. The man who was driving themcracked his whip and shouted, "Giddap there, John! No use trying toshirk!" Crack! went the whip. "Careful there, Billy! Easy, boy! Youcan't go but so fast no how."
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