Metaphor:
"The land was rich, black, and fertile. Papa said it would grow hair on a crosscut saw.” (p. 8)
“When the words finally came out they sounded like the squeaky old pulley on our well when Mama drew up a bucket of water.” (p. 36)
Similes
"My heart started acting like a drunk grasshopper.” (p. 37)
"It screamed its way into the cave and rang like a blacksmith’s anvil against the rock walls.” (p. 45)Where the Red Fern Grows