In this audio snippet of Serenecast - An ASMR Experience, Serene reads to you in a very blissful voice a short story for those difficult nights where u can't find sleep.
Publish Date: Dec 14, 2020
the mowing machines wearing sounded cheerfully from the old buffalo wallow south of the claim shanty, where blue stemmed grass stood thick and tall and Paul was cutting it for Hey, the sky was high and quivering with heat over the shimmering prairie. Halfway down the sunset, the sun blazed as hotly as at noon. The wind was scorching hot, but Pa had hours of mowing yet to do. Before he could stop for the night, Laura drew up a pail full of water from the well at the edge of the Big Slough. She rinsed the brown jug until it was cool to her hand. Then she filled it with fresh cool water, corked it tightly and started with it to the hayfield. Swarms of little white butterflies hovered over the path. A dragon fly with gauzy wings swiftly chased a nap on the stubble of cut grass. The striped gophers were scampering all at once. They ran for their lives and dived into their holes. Then Laura saw a swift shadow and looked up the eyes and clause of a hawk overhead. But all the little gophers were safe in their holes. Paul was glad to see Laura with the water chuck. He got down from the mowing machine and drank a mouthful that hits the spot, he said, and tipped up the jug again. Then he corked it and setting it on the ground. He covered it with cut grass. This son almost makes a fellow won a bunch of sprouts to make a shade, he joked. He was really glad there were no trees. He had grub so many sprouts from his clearing in the big woods every summer. Here on the Dakota prairies, there is not a single tree. Not one sprout, not a bit of shade anywhere. A man works better when he's warmed up anyway. Poss it cheerfully and chirp to the horses Sam and David plotted on drawing the machine. The long, steel toothed blade went steadily wearing against the tall grass and laid it down flat. Paul rode high on the open iron seat, watching it lie down his hand on the lever. Laura sat in the grass toe. Watch him go. Once around the heat, there smelled Aziz good as an oven. When bread is baking, the little brown and yellow striped gophers were hurrying again, all about her tiny birds fluttered and flew to cling on bending grass stems balancing lightly. A striped garter snake came flowing and curving through the forest of grass. Sitting hunched with her chin on her knees, Laura felt suddenly as Bigas a mountain when the snake curved up its head and stared at the high wall of her Kelly Co. Skirt. It's round. Eyes were shining like beads, and its tongue was flickering so fast that it looked like a tiny jet of steam. The whole bright stripes snake had a gentle look. Laura knew that garter snakes will not harm anyone, and they're good toe have on a farm because they eat the insects that spoiled crops. It stretched its neck low again and making a perfectly square turn in itself because it could not climb over Laura. It went flowing around her in a way into the grass, Then the mowing machine word louder, and the horses came, nodding their heads slowly in time with their feet. David jumped when Laura spoked almost under his nose. Whoa passage, Laura. I thought you'd gone. Why are you hiding in the grass like a prairie chicken? Pa? Laura said. Why can't I help you make a Please let me. Paul lifted his hat and ran his fingers through his sweat, damp hair, standing at all on end and letting the wind blow through it. You're not very big nor strong. Little half pint. I'm going on 14, Laura said. I can help Pa. I know I can. The mowing machine had cost so much that Pa had no money left to pay for help. He could not trade work because there were only a few homesteaders in this new country, and they were busy on their own claims. But he needed help to stack the hay. Well, Pa said, Maybe you can. We'll try it if you can. Then by George, we'll get this haying done all by ourselves. Laura could see that that thought was a load off pause mind, and she hurried to the shanty to tell Ma why. I guess you can, Ma said doubtfully. She did not like to see women working in the fields Onley. Foreigners did that. Ma and her girls were Americans above doing men's work, but Laura's helping with the Hey would solve the problem, she decided. Yes, Laura, you may. Carrie eagerly offered to help. I'll carry the drinking water out to you. I'm big enough to carry the jug. Kerry was almost 10, but small for her age, and I'll do your share of the house work besides mine, Mary offered happily. She was proud that she could wash dishes and make beds as well as Laura. Though she was blind, the sun and hot wind cured the cut grass so quickly that Pa raked it up. Next day, he raked it into long wind rose. Then he wake. The wind rose into Big Hancocks, and early the next morning, while the dawn was still cool and the meadow larks were singing Laura Road to the field with Pa in the hay rack. There, Paul walked beside the wagon and drove the horses between the rows of Hey Cox. At every haycock, he stopped the horses and pitched the hay up into the hay rack. It came tumbling loosely over the edge high, and Laura trampled it down, up and down and back and forth. She trampled the loose hey with all the might of her legs, while the fork fulls kept coming over and falling, and she went on trampling. While the wagon jolted on to the next Haycock. Then Pop pitched more. Hey, in from the other side, under her feet, the hey climbed higher, trampled down a solid. His hey can be up and down fast and hard. Her legs kept going the length of the hay rack and back. The sunshine was hotter and the smell of the hey rose up sweet and strong under her feet. It bounced over the edges of the hay rack and kept coming all the time. She was rising higher on the trampled down Hey, her head rose above the edges of the rack, and she could have looked at the prairie if she could have stopped trampling. Then the rack was full of hay and still more kept flying up from pause. Pitchfork Laura was very high up now, and the slippery hey was sloping down around her. She went on, trampling carefully. Her face and neck were wet with sweat, and sweat trickled down her back. Her son bonnet hung by its strings and her braids had come undone. Her long, brown hair blue loosely in the wind, then passed, stepped up on the whiffle trees. He rested 1 ft on David's broad hip and clambered up onto the load of hay. You've done a good job, Laura, he said. You tramp the hay down so well that we've got a big load on the wagon. Laura arrested in the prickly, warm Hey, while Pa drove near to a stable. Then she slid down and sat in the shade of the wagon. Pa pitched down some Hey, then climbed down and spread it evenly to make the big round bottom of a stack. He climbed onto the load and pitched more, then climb down and leveled it on the stack. I could spread it, Pau Laura said, so you wouldn't have to keep climbing up and down. Paul pushed back his hat and leaned for a minute on the pitch. Fort Stacking is a job for two. That's a fact, he said. This way takes too much time. Being willing helps a lot, but you're not very big. Little half pint. She could only get him to say, Well, we'll see. But when they came back with the next load, he gave her a pitchfork and let her try. The long fork was taller than she Waas, and she did not know how to use it, so she handled it clumsily. But while Pa tossed the hay from the wagon, she spread it as well as she could, walking around and around on the stack to pack it tightly. In spite of the best she could do, Pa had to level the stack for the next load. Now the sun and the wind were hotter, and Laura's legs quivered while she made them trampled. The hey, she was glad to rest for the little times between the field and the stack. She was thirsty, and then she was thirsty here, and then she was so thirsty that she could think of nothing else. It seemed forever till 10 o'clock when Carrie came lugging the jug half full. Pa told Lord to drink first, but not too much. Nothing was ever so good as that cool witness going down her throat at the taste of it. She stopped in surprise and carry, clapped her hands and cried out, laughing. Don't tell Laura. Don't tell Pa until he tastes it. Ma had sent them ginger water. She had sweetened the cool well water with sugar, flavored it with vinegar and put in plenty of ginger toe warm their stomachs so they could drink till they were not thirsty. Ginger water would not make them sick as plain cold water would when they were so hot. Such a treat made that ordinary day into a special day the first day that Laura helped in the hay. By noon, they had hauled all the hay and finished the stack. Pa topped it himself. It takes great skill to round the top of a haystack so that it will shed rain. Dinner was ready when they went to the shanty. Ma looked sharply at Laura and asked, Is the work too hard for her? Charles? Oh, no, she's a stout. As a little French horse. She's been a great help, said Pa. It would have taken me all day to stack that hay alone. And now I have the whole afternoon for mowing. Laura was proud. Her arms ache in her backache and her legs ache. And that night in bed, she faked all over so badly the tears swelled out of her eyes. But she did not tell anyone. As soon as Poss had cut and raped enough, Hey for another stack. He and Laura made it. Laura's arms and legs got used to the work and did not ache so badly. She liked to see the stacks that she helped to make. She helped Palm make a stack on each side of the stable door and a long stack over the whole top of the dugout stable. Besides thes, they made three more big stacks. Now all our upland hay is cut. I want to put up a lot of slough, Hey, Pa said. It doesn't cost anything, and maybe there will be some sale for it when new settlers come in next spring. So Palm mode, the course. Tall grass and Big Slough and Laura helped him stack that it was so much heavier than the blue stemmed grass that she could not handle it with the pitchfork. But she could trample it down. One day, when Pa came clambering up to the top of the load, she told him, You've left a Haycock, pa. I have said Pass, surprised where, Over there in the tall grass? Paul, look where she pointed. Then, he said, that is in a haycock half pint. That's a muskrat house. He looked at it a moment longer I'm going to have a closer look at that, he said. I want to come along. The horses will stand. He pushed away through the harsh tall grass, and Laura followed closely behind him. The ground underfoot was soft and marshy, and water lay in pools among the grassroots. Laura could see only pause back, and the GREss is all around her. Taller than she Waas. She stepped carefully for the ground was growing wetter. Suddenly, water spread out before her in a shimmering pool. At the edge of the pool stood the muskrats house. It was taller than Laura and far larger than her arms could reach around. It's round. It's sides and top were rough, hard and gray. The muskrats had gnawed dry grass to bits and mix the bits well with mud to make a good plaster for their house. And they had built up solidly and smoothly and rounded the top carefully to shed rain. The house had no door, no path led it to anywhere in the grass stubble around it, and along the money room of the pool, there was not one paw print. There was nothing to tell how the muskrats went in and out of their house,