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1 I followed with the spade over my shoulder, dragging my snake.
My AntoniaBy Willa Cather ContextHighlight In BOOK 1. The Shimerdas: VII
2 A snake of his size, in fighting trim, would be more than any boy could handle.
My AntoniaBy Willa Cather ContextHighlight In BOOK 1. The Shimerdas: VII
3 I whirled round, and there, on one of those dry gravel beds, was the biggest snake I had ever seen.
My AntoniaBy Willa Cather ContextHighlight In BOOK 1. The Shimerdas: VII
4 He did not say anything for a minute, but scratched his head and turned the snake over with his boot.
My AntoniaBy Willa Cather ContextHighlight In BOOK 1. The Shimerdas: VII
5 Cautiously we went back to the snake; he was still groping with his tail, turning up his ugly belly in the light.
My AntoniaBy Willa Cather ContextHighlight In BOOK 1. The Shimerdas: VII
6 I had been adequately armed by Russian Peter; the snake was old and lazy; and I had Antonia beside me, to appreciate and admire.
My AntoniaBy Willa Cather ContextHighlight In BOOK 1. The Shimerdas: VII
7 I sat down in the middle of the garden, where snakes could scarcely approach unseen, and leaned my back against a warm yellow pumpkin.
My AntoniaBy Willa Cather ContextHighlight In BOOK 1. The Shimerdas: II
8 He beckoned to the little boy they called Jan, whispered to him, and presented him with a paper snake, gently, so as not to startle him.
My AntoniaBy Willa Cather ContextHighlight In BOOK 5. Cuzak's Boys: II
9 That snake hung on our corral fence for several days; some of the neighbours came to see it and agreed that it was the biggest rattler ever killed in those parts.
My AntoniaBy Willa Cather ContextHighlight In BOOK 1. The Shimerdas: VII
10 In my memory there was a succession of such pictures, fixed there like the old woodcuts of one's first primer: Antonia kicking her bare legs against the sides of my pony when we came home in triumph with our snake; Antonia in her black shawl and fur cap, as she stood by her father's grave in the snowstorm; Antonia coming in with her work-team along the evening sky-line.
My AntoniaBy Willa Cather ContextHighlight In BOOK 5. Cuzak's Boys: I