Hong, Edna Hatlestad, 1913- / Muskego boy
Chapter 6: Milwaukee to Muskego, pp. -46
"So your name is Yes, huh? Hello, Yes, Yes, YES! How are you, Yes?" Per's face became very red and his fists doubled up. "Oho, Yes wants to fight, does he?" jeered the boys. "Come on, then! Come on, Yes! We'll send you lickety-split back to where you came from. Come on !" Mikkel and Per "came on"! And it wasn't long before two grubby, barefoot boys did the running lickety-split back to where they came from. "Shall we chase them?" asked Per. "No," grunted Mikkel, wiping his bloody nose on his sleeve. "I wish I knew what we said to make them laugh," puzzled Mikkel as they trudged back to the pier. At the pier Far and Uncle Knud were busy loading the chests on a wagon and did not notice Mikkel's mussed hair and puffy eye. "Come on, Mikkel. Help swing up some of these lighter things. Our good friend from Muskego will be back in a minute, and he'll expect us to be ready. We have to go twenty miles or so, and oxen don't have wings on their feet." Wings on their feet-I guess not ! Mikkel, swinging his legs on top of the pile of chests, had to laugh at the oxen lumbering along the dusty, deeply- rutted road that dodged stumps and skirted the banks of swamps southwest of Milwaukee. Wouldn't Lars snicker if he saw him now! Good thing he hadn't told him about that chariot with golden wheels! Mikkel looked at Karen. He wondered what she was thinking. But Karen slept. And Baby Kristi slept. Mor and Aunt Martha's heads nodded and wagged with each jolt of the wagon. Bestemor sat huddled up and stared at nothing. The three men walking alongside the oxen talked in
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