When we turned in at David Brower's

PhotographerClarence White

CountryUnited States

MediumPhotogravure: Text

VolumeEben Holden

AtelierJohn Andrew & Son (Boston)


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Animals, Dogs, Carts, wagons, Children, Genre, Homes, Illustration


Image Dimensions: 11.4 x 7.6 cm
Support Dimensions: 20.0 x 13.9 cm

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Needle in a Haystack

The following paragraph with reference to the title have been taken from Eben Holden:


I only know the man had brought more milk and fish and fowl for us. We stayed another day in the old house, that went like the last, and the night man came again to see Uncle Eb. The next morning my companion was able to walk more freely, but Fred and I had to stop and wait for him very often going down the big hill. I was mighty glad when we were leaving the musty old house for good and had the dog hitched with all our traps in the wagon. It was a bright morning and the sunlight glimmered on the dew in the broad valley. The men were just coming from breakfast when we turned in at David Brower’s. A barefooted little girl a bit older than I, with red cheeks and blue eyes and long curly hair, that shone like gold in the sunlight, came running out to meet us and led me up to the doorstep, highly amused at the sight of Fred and the wagon. I regarded her with curiosity and suspicion at first, while Uncle Eb was talking with the men. I shall never forget that moment when David Brower came and lifted me by the shoulders, high above his head, and shook me as if to test my mettle. He led me into the house then where his wife was working. (1.)


1. Eben Holden: Chapter V: pp. 70-71

When we turned in at David Brower's