Today is Wednesday.
Her legs ached and the wind wouldn’t stop blowing her hair. The grass waved and the wagon jolted and nothing else happened for a long time. Pa said that they were coming to a creek or a river and asked the girls if they could see those trees ahead. Laura stood up and held to one of the wagon bows. Far ahead she saw a low dark smudge. Pa told her that those were trees and she could tell by the shape of the shadows. In this country, trees meant water and that was where they would camp at that night.
Chapter two: Crossing the creek
Pet and Patty began to trot briskly, as if they were glad, too. Laura held tight to the wagon bow and stood up in the jolting wagon. Beyond Pa’s shoulder and far across the waves of green grass she could see the trees, and they were not like any trees she had seen before. They were no taller than bushes. Pa muttered to himself that which way they should go. The road divided here, and you could not tell which was the more-traveled way. Both of them were faint wheel tracks in the grass. One went toward the west, the other sloped downward a little, toward the south. Both soon vanished in the tall, blowing grass.
