My Ántonia

twisted up stiffly, like little horns.

Another lantern came along.

stood holding oil-cloth bundles

fringed shawl tied over her head, and she carried a little tin trunk in her arms,

after its long run. In the red glow from the fire-box, a group of people stood huddled together on the platform, encumbered by bundles and boxes.

curled up in a red plush seat

He wore the rings and pins and badges of different fraternal orders to which he belonged.

brass collar buttons

sticky and grimy

winter was coming