“Lord, we thank Thee for all Thy bounty.” That was all Pa said, but it seemed to say everything.

“Je-ru-salem crickets! If it isn’t our Christmas turkey, still frozen solid!”

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Laura wakes to the wind blowing in the middle of the night, but now it’s the Chinook, and that makes all the difference.

Cap and Almanzo make it back, having bought the wheat from Anderson for $1.25 a bushel. That the best they could do?

Meanwhile, back in De Smet …

Cap and Almanzo head out looking for a needle in a haystack. Or a wheat kernel in a dugout.

Food’s all but gone and it’s even too cold for checkers at the drugstore. But Pa comes home with news: Almanzo Wilder and Cap Garland are going after the wheat.

Almanzo’s going off half-cocked, or so Royal worries. What is his little brother thinking going after that wheat?

It’s the middle of February. Things are bad. Ma produces a hidden codfish — and no one cares.

The wheat’s about to run out, but Pa has a hunch, and heads to the Wilder Feed Store to see if he’s right.