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Little House on the Wasteland

by Laura Ingalls-Wei

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  • About the Author
  • One: The Big Woods
  • Two: The Handcar
  • Three: The Great Towers
  • Four: Restrant
  • Five: Two Nights Under One Roof
  • Six: A Fine Watchdog
  • Seven: Showtales
  • Eight: Across the Big River
  • Nine: Iron Boxes
  • Ten: Yowa Country
  • Eleven: Tobias Goatherd
  • Twelve: Happy Valley Orchards Restup and Reptilsoo
  • Thirteen: The Herald’s Shrine
  • Fourteen: Jimapples
  • Fifteen: Carrying On
  • Sixteen: The Great Eighty Road
  • Seventeen: Hawkeye Crossing
  • Eighteen: The Ferry
  • Nineteen: On Convoy
  • Twenty: The Ghost City of Damoyne
  • Twenty-One: The Flooded Village
  • Twenty-Two: Badger Creek
  • Twenty-Three: When the Sap Rises
  • Twenty-Four: The City of Mounds

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Old Number Roads of the Illinoy and Yowa

Map of Old Number Roads of the Illinoy and Yowa, parchment reproduction by Raskesh Halfsilver from pre-Bust papermap

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Twenty-One: The Flooded Village

As the Great Eighty Road continued to lead them westward, past the sprawling ruins of Damoyne, there were fewer lectric cars, fewer iron signposts, less nameless lectric clutter lying in piles and creeping across their path. . . .

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Twenty: The Ghost City of Damoyne

Laura’s teeth rattled as the bisox wagon clattered over a rough patch of creetrock. The rest of the convoy, following in her wake, became a jittering blur. Beside her, Mary held Baby Grace against her chest. . . .

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Twenty-Two: Badger Creek

The whole convoy was quiet, but no one was quieter than Caleb the Ortega guardsman. As they approached the crossroads to Badger Creek, the young man’s silence stood out, even amid all the other silences. . . .

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Twenty-Three: When the Sap Rises

It was a cold night. The elevation, that was part of it. The Great Eighty Road had sloped upwards all day, gently but steadily, and Laura supposed that they were camped higher up than they had been for some time. Even so, no one seemed prepared for the sudden chill. . . .

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