After a number of dark, rainy days, spring with all its greening hills and blooming trees has arrived on the Great Plains, reminding me of my favorite passage from Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Pioneer Girl. In recounting her adolescent years in Dakota Territory, Wilder turned away from the troubles of the rapidly growing town of De Smet to declare her love for “the prairie and the wild things that lived on it.” Each morning, she went to the well for water “as the sun rose in a glory of wonderful colors throwing streamers of light around the horizon and up across the sky. The meadowlarks were singing in the dew wet grass, and jack rabbits hopped here and there with their bright black eyes watching and long ears twitching [while] nibbling the tender grass that pleased them best for breakfast.” As the day went on, she observed the antics of thirteen-lined ground squirrels, which she called gophers. These “little reddish brown and black stiped gophers would pop out of their holes in the ground and sit straight up on their hind legs with their front paws down close to their sides, so motionless they . . . [looked] like a little stick stuck up in the ground. With their bright eyes they looked, with their sharp ears, they listened for danger.” At any sound or shadow in the sky, the gophers “slipped back into their holes like a flash, but if all seemed safe to them, they scurried away, through the grass, about their business.”1

The Thirteen Lined Ground Squirrel, also known as the Striped Gopher.
Wilder’s daughter and editor, Rose Wilder Lane, once told her mother: “I don’t see how anyone could improve on your use of words. You are perfect in describing landscapes and things.”2 Another time, she noted that Wilder often wrote lines and paragraphs “that I feel are what I would have written or anyway wish I had.”3 Wilder’s charming description of spring days in Dakota Territory contains just such paragraphs and provides the background for the spring scenes in two of Wilder’s novels. From Pioneer Girl came many of the minute details for the chapter “Prairie Day” (pp. 38–51) in Little House on the Prairie, where Laura and Mary chase “little brown-striped gophers” that popped out of their holes and looked at them. “Their hind legs folded under their haunches, their little paws folded tight to their chests, and they looked exactly like bits of dead wood sticking out of the ground. Only their bright eyes glittered” (p. 43). I once watched ground squirrels do this same popping-and-standing routine from the ground-floor window of a hotel room in Brookings, South Dakota. While I did not try to chase them as Laura and Mary did, I shared Wilder’s fascination with these little creatures that she had so carefully observed.

The Western Meadowlark. Photo by Chad Coppess, South Dakota Tourism
Wilder used her spring experiences in Dakota again in the opening chapter (“Springtime on the Claim”) of Little Town on the Prairie, omitting the gophers this time. As she walked each morning “to the well at the edge of the slough to fetch the morning pail of fresh water,” she wrote, “the sun was rising in a glory of colors. Meadow larks were flying, singing, up from the dew-wet grass. Jack rabbits hopped beside the path, their bright eyes watching and their long ears twitching as they daintily nibbled their breakfast of tender grass tips” (p. 4). For my part, I prefer Wilder’s Pioneer Girl phrasing, with its streaming colors and opiniated rabbits who like grass for breakfast.

Rosa arkansana, the prairie rose for which Rose Wilder Lane was named.
Springtime in Dakota was also the inspiration for Lane’s first name and for Wilder’s description of the wildflowers in The First Four Years. While morning sickness had caused her to miss “the wild violets that scented the air with their fragrance” in early spring, by June she could ride “along the country roads where the prairie roses on their low bushes made glowing masses of color from pale pink to deepest red and the air was full of their sweetness.” As they rode along behind Skip and Barnum, Laura asked Manly what they should name the baby, but Manly said they could not name it without knowing if it was a boy or a girl. “It will be a girl,” Laura declared, “and we will call her Rose” (pp. 47–48).
There are other examples of Wilder’s careful observation of nature in her autobiography and her novels, but the little brown gophers will always be my favorite. In her novels, the source of the descriptions is clear and reminds us that from her earliest attempts to share her life story with readers, Wilder could, as Lane said, write beautiful descriptions of the landscape and the wild things that lived on the prairie.
―Nancy Tystad Koupal
- Wilder, Pioneer Girl: The Annotated Autobiography, ed. Pamela Smith Hill (Pierre: South Dakota Historical Society Press, 2014), p. 231.
- Lane to Wilder, 19 Dec. 1937, file 193, Box 13, Rose Wilder Lane Papers, Herbert Hoover Presidential Library, West Branch, Iowa.
- Ibid., Sunday [late Oct. 1937].









And still the orders kept coming. The book was now on the New York Times bestseller list, and everyone, it seemed, just had to have a copy. A fourth and fifth printing were ordered for an additional 50,000 copies for delivery in April and May, which finally put the Press ahead of the curve. By the anniversary date of the book’s release, November 17, 2015, there were 145,000 copies in print. It had been a rollercoaster ride that left the staff exhausted, but the reviews had been fabulous. “Wilder pulls off the difficult trick of telling a rich, satisfying story about good people being good,” one reviewer wrote. Another enthused, “Wilder’s memoir is a fascinating piece of American history, but it’s the annotations that set Pioneer Girl apart as the most important work of its kind.” On the other hand, a Scottish reviewer huffed that the cover was “appallingly quaint” for an “academic tome” with “the dimensions of a pizza box.” I shared that cranky assessment with the book’s designer, who said, “I’ll put that on my resumé!” He was right, for readers overwhelmingly loved the cover, and the second book in the series, Pioneer Girl: The Revised Texts, using the same designer and the same artist, won an award for
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In her newspaper columns for the Missouri Ruralist, Wilder often used family members to make her points. In 1917, she was exploring the importance of disciplining children fairly and trying to show that there were two distinct sides to every story. To illustrate, Wilder set out the differences between the sisters in both temperament and physical appearance. Mary, whom she referred to as “the elder of the two,” had “a sharp tongue and great facility in using it.” The younger, based on Laura, “was slow to speak but quick to act.” The older girl proudly pointed out her own “be-a-utiful golden” hair as opposed to her younger sister Laura’s “snub nose” and hair that was “just a common brown color.” Tongue-tied under the barrage of criticism and the fair-haired sister’s bossiness, Laura slapped her, for which act she was severely punished and set in a corner. “She did not cry but sat glowering at the parent who punished her,” plotting revenge when she got older.2 Most of this story is familiar to Wilder readers because the author carried her observations forward into Pioneer Girl3 and then again into Little House in the Big Woods (pp. 181–85). In each case, she continued to explore the temperamental differences between the girls while adjusting the elements of the story to fit the purposes of her narrative. In Big Woods, Laura both sobs and sulks, but she is mollified by Pa’s observation that he, too, has brown hair.
In another instance, Wilder used her newspaper column to explore a fight that she and Mary had over whether there should be sage in the stuffing of a wild goose they expected their father to bring home for Thanksgiving dinner. “Then we quarreled, sister Mary and I,” Wilder recalled, “she insisting that there should be sage in the dressing and I declaring there should not be sage in the dressing, until father returned,—without the goose!”4 In 1938, Wilder inserted the elements of this quarrel into the pages of By the Shores of Silver Lake. Rather than Thanksgiving, Wilder set the incident after the family’s winter alone in the Surveyors’ House followed by the nerve-wracking spring rush of land seekers. Laura argued for onions instead of sage until Ma told them to cease the silliness. “You both know we have no sage, nor onion either,” she scolded (p. 245). Wilder told her editor, daughter Rose Wilder Lane, that the quarrel showed Mary and Laura “relaxing from the strain first of loneliness and then the hard work and excitement of so many strangers underfoot.” She pointed out that the sisters had been good all during this difficult time, which “was not natural, especially for Laura.” Thus, Wilder concluded, “I thought it very natural that they should snap when at last the letdown came.”5 


On Sunday morning, Cindy and I ate breakfast at the De Smet post of the American Legion’s Pancake Breakfast. It had been a long, long time since I had attended a pancake feed, and we relished our pancakes and sausages and indulged ourselves in a final long talk, spending an hour and a half drinking coffee and comparing notes. As I drove over to take one last look at the society exhibit, I passed one of my favorite buildings—the Kingsbury County Courthouse. This stately structure never fails to stop me in my tracks for a longer look, and this time was no exception. With the sun scouring my eyes, I hopped from my car to take pictures. For me, the courthouse always evokes the Charles Ingalls who is least-known to Wilder’s readers—the man who dedicated a good portion of his life to civic duties as justice of the peace and deputy sheriff.









