Soon he wasn’t going to be able to stand it anymore. That is how Joe Yoder felt in the days after he discovered that stream-bank home. He thought about it constantly. He wondered who lived there. More than anything else, he longed to tell someone. Finally he decided to tell Lydia. She would enjoy...
From his perch beside Father on the wagon, he spied a flash of silver beyond the waving prairie grass. “What’s that, Father? It must be a lake.” “Yes, Ben, I think that’s Island Lake. Looks like a good spot to go fishing.” Ben almost jumped from the seat. “Can we stop now and catch some fish? Mot...
