1 During those first months the Shimerdas never went to town.
2 We decided to have a country Christmas, without any help from town.
3 We came to Black Hawk in March, and by the end of April we felt like town people.
4 I couldn't see any town, or even distant lights; we were surrounded by utter darkness.
5 Here and there, in the town, we came on larger gravel patches, several yards away from any hole.
6 Fuchs had got a few hours' sleep at the livery barn in town, but he was afraid the grey gelding had strained himself.
7 This was the first town house one passed driving in from the farm, a landmark which told country people their long ride was over.
8 Fuchs selected boards from a pile of planks grandfather had hauled out from town in the fall to make a new floor for the oats-bin.
9 He advised Jake to ride to town tomorrow, go to a justice of the peace, tell him he had knocked young Shimerda down, and pay his fine.
10 In the centre of the town there were two rows of new brick 'store' buildings, a brick schoolhouse, the court-house, and four white churches.
11 Our own house looked down over the town, and from our upstairs windows we could see the winding line of the river bluffs, two miles south of us.
12 DURING THE WEEK before Christmas, Jake was the most important person of our household, for he was to go to town and do all our Christmas shopping.
13 They moved us into town, put down the carpets in our new house, made shelves and cupboards for grandmother's kitchen, and seemed loath to leave us.
14 The holes were several yards apart, and were disposed with a good deal of regularity, almost as if the town had been laid out in streets and avenues.
15 But when the Shimerdas found that Jake sold his pig in town that day, Ambrosch worked it out in his shrewd head that Jake had to sell his pig to pay his fine.
16 Sometimes I rode north to the big prairie-dog town to watch the brown earth-owls fly home in the late afternoon and go down to their nests underground with the dogs.
17 Black Hawk, the new world in which we had come to live, was a clean, well-planted little prairie town, with white fences and good green yards about the dwellings, wide, dusty streets, and shapely little trees growing along the wooden sidewalks.
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