"There was no road, there were no marks on the snow but the feather-stitching tracks of birds and the blurry spots where rabbits had hopped. Deep in the still woods axes were chopping with a ringing sound."Farmer Boy, Laura Ingalls Wilder, 1933
"There was no road, there were no marks on the snow but the feather-stitching tracks of birds and the blurry spots where rabbits had hopped. Deep in the still woods axes were chopping with a ringing sound."Farmer Boy, Laura Ingalls Wilder, 1933