Books with title Prairie, The

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Hospital Critterz: The Prairie Pet is the first book in a series that depicts the extraordinary adventures of Lily and Max, two eight-year-old patients at McPopper Children's Hospital, and their magical friends, the Hospital Critterz. When Lily's nurse gives her a strange set of markers, Lily has no idea how strange things will soon become. Lily wants to make a welcome gift for a new patient named Max, and she uses these markers to draw twelve colorful characters, all inspired by who and what she sees around her. But Max just wants to be left alone. That's when Lily puts the drawings away for good, or so she thinks. Seconds later, a thunderstorm hits, and Lily hears voices coming from the corner of her room. Suddenly, the twelve little characters from her drawings are standing in front of her! It's the Hospital Critterz, and they're ready for action! And when Max sees them, he's ready for action, too. With a magical phrase, the Hospital Critterz take Lily and Max back in time to the 1800's, right into the middle of the prairie. Lily finds a note in her pocket with a mysterious riddle, and as they all try to figure it out, they come across a farmhouse where they meet a boy named Caleb. He is teary-eyed as he tells them that his family needs money to have their land plowed, and the only option is to sell his huge pet buffalo, Tiny, to Buffalo Bill and his traveling show. With the riddle as a guide, Lily, Max, and the Hospital Critterz find a creative way to save Tiny . . . and save the day!

This is a delightful series that could be described as the Christian counterpart to ''Little House on the Prairie.'' Drawing from his personal experiences on the rugged frontier, author C.H. Pearson gives a vivid picture of life in the Old West. The reader is confronted with wild Indians, runaway wagon trains, and near-death encounters on the lonesome prairie. This is one writer who is not ashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ. Captivating character lessons for the family. A great read for children twelve and up.

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER II. " Up with my tent: here will I lie to-night, Bat where, to-morrow ?—Well, all's one for that.5' Richard Thk FuiEi The travellers soon discovered the usual and unerring evidences that the several articles necessary to their situation were not far distant. A clear and gurgling spring burst out of the side of the declivity, and joining its waters to those of other similar little fountains in its vicinity, their united contributions formed a run, which was easily to be traced for miles along the prairie, by the scattering foliage and verdure which occasionally grew within the influence of its moisture. Hither, then, the stranger held his way, eagerly followed by the willing teams, whose instinct gave them a prescience of refreshment and rest. On reaching what he deemed a suitable spot, the old man halted, and with an inquiring look, he.seemed to demand if it possessed the needed conveniences. The leader of the emigrants cast his eyes understandingly about him, and examined the place with the keenness of one competent to judge of so nice a question, though in that dilatory and heavy manner which rarely permitted him to betray precipitation. " Ay, this may do," he said, when satisfied with his scrutiny ; " boys, you have seen the last of the sun; be stirring." The young men manifested a characteristic obedience. The cider, for such in tone and manner it was, in truth, was received with respect; but the utmost movement was the falling of an axe or two from the shoulder to the ground, while their owners continued to regard the place with listless and incurious eyes. In the meantime, the elder traveller, as if familiar with the nature of the impulses by which his children wero governed.disencumbered himself of bis pack and rifle, and, assisted by the man alre...

"Once upon a time there was a train that dreamed of being a boat."It was the train that took immigrants seeking a better life in the New World across the endless flat prairies to San Francisco. And it was the train that took Conor, a small homesick boy from Ireland, on the voyage he would remember for the rest of his life. While on that train, Conor dreams of being back in Connemara, Ireland, with his grandfather when suddenly, to his amazement, the waving prairie grass becomes the sea and the train on which he is traveling, like a boat, sails across it right back to his home. How Conor comes to realize that the home he's left behind will always be with him provides a reassuring and deeply satisfying resolution to this poignant tale. The dreamlike paintings by Caldecott Honor artist Eric Rohmann combine with the lyrical text of Irish playwright Antoine Ó Flatharta to make this one of the most memorable books of this--or any--season.

Many are unfamiliar with James Fenimore Cooper, even though every American comes across his work in the class or on TV. Today he is best remembered as a novelist who wrote numerous sea-stories and the historical novels known as the Leatherstocking Tales, featuring frontiersman Natty Bumppo. Cooper’s most famous novel is The Last of the Mohicans, which was one of the novels comprising The Leatherstocking Tales and was later made into a popular movie.

William Francis Hooker (1856 – 1938) was a bullwhacker in the Wyoming Territory starting in 1874. He knew both Buffalo Bill and General Custer. He was to later become a newspaper editor of the "Erie Railroad Magazine." In 1918 Hooker published his book "The Prairie Schooner", in which he relates his exciting life experiences as a bullwhacker. Hooker writes: The railroad had no short line feeders, and there was, in the period of which I write, no need for them sufficient to warrant their construction. There were military posts scattered along the North Platte, and other rivers to the north, and the government had begun, as part of its effort to reconcile the Red Man to the march of civilization started by the Iron Horse, to establish agencies for the distribution of food in payment to the tribes for lands upon which they claimed sovereignty. These oases in the then great desert had to be reached with thousands of tons of flour, bacon, sugar, etc., consequently large private concerns were formed and contracts taken for the hauling by ox-teams of the provisions sent to the soldiers as well as the Indians. The ox was the most available and suitable power for this traffic for the reason that he required the transportation of no subsistence in the way of food, and was thoroughly acclimated. Usually he was a Texan--a long horn--or a Mexican short horn with short stocky legs, although the Texan was most generally used, and was fleet-footed and built almost on the plan of a shad. Oxen were used in teams of five, six and seven yokes and hauled large canvas-covered wagons built for the purpose in Missouri, Wisconsin, Illinois and Indiana. In the larger transportation outfits each team hauled two wagons, a lead and a trailer, and frequently were loaded with from 6,500 to 8,000 pounds of freight. These teams were driven by men who were as tough and sturdy as the oxen. It may seem strange, but it is nevertheless true, that Indians frequently attacked the very wagon trains that were hauling food to them, in Wyoming and Western Nebraska. Go back with me to the days of the prairie schooner before the Wild West was really discovered, and let me try to entertain you with just a glimpse of things that are in such wonderful contrast to those of today. The freight trains with ox-team power have vanished, never to return, and with them most of the men who handled them. The "color" of what follows is real, gathered when the Wild West was wild; and I make no excuse for its lack of what an Enos R. Mills or a Walter Pritchard Eaton would put in it, for they are naturalists while I am merely a survivor of a period in the development and up building of a great section of the golden west.