Then the mud became so deep that father had to buy a yoke of oxen and hitch on behind the mules.

Then it froze up, rough and hard, and we stopped for a blacksmith to make shoes for the oxen, and were directed to stay with a widow who had an empty house.

She had built a new house of hewed logs, with a window in it, and we were allowed to stay in the old cabin.

She could not keep from talking about that window.
"I've lived all my days without ary winder, an' got along mighty well," said she.

"For my part, I don't like winders; they make a house look so glarin', like.