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<h1> THE BOYS' LIFE OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN </h1>
<h2> by Helen Nicolay </h2>
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<h2> I. A PRESIDENT'S CHILDHOOD </h2>
<p>Abraham Lincoln's forefathers were pioneers—men who left their homes
to open up the wilderness and make the way plain for others to follow
them. For one hundred and seventy years, ever since the first American
Lincoln came from England to Massachusetts in 1638, they had been moving
slowly westward as new settlements were made in the forest. They faced
solitude, privation, and all the dangers and hardships that beset men who
take up their homes where only beasts and wild men have had homes before;
but they continued to press steadily forward, though they lost fortune and
sometimes even life itself, in their westward progress. Back in
Pennsylvania and New Jersey some of the Lincolns had been men of wealth
and influence. In Kentucky, where the future President was born on
February 12, 1809, his parents lived in deep poverty Their home was a
small log cabin of the rudest kind, and nothing seemed more unlikely than
that their child, coming into the world in such humble surroundings, was
destined to be the greatest man of his time. True to his race, he also was
to be a pioneer—not indeed, like his ancestors, a leader into new
woods and unexplored fields, but a pioneer of a nobler and grander sort,
directing the thoughts of men ever toward the right, and leading the
American people, through difficulties and dangers and a mighty war, to
peace and freedom.</p>
<p>The story of this wonderful man begins and ends with a tragedy, for his
grandfather, also named Abraham, was killed by a shot from an Indian's
rifle while peaceably at work with his three sons on the edge of their
frontier clearing. Eighty-one years later the President himself met death
by an assassin's bullet. The murderer of one was a savage of the forest;
the murderer of the other that far more cruel thing, a savage of
civilization.</p>
<p>When the Indian's shot laid the pioneer farmer low, his second son,
Josiah, ran to a neighboring fort for help, and Mordecai, the eldest,
hurried to the cabin for his rifle. Thomas, a child of six years, was left
alone beside the dead body of his father; and as Mordecai snatched the gun
from its resting-place over the door of the cabin, he saw, to his horror,
an Indian in his war-paint, just stooping to seize the child. Taking quick
aim at a medal on the breast of the savage, he fired, and the Indian fell
dead. The little boy, thus released, ran to the house, where Mordecai,
firing through the loopholes, kept the Indians at bay until help arrived
from the fort.</p>
<p>It was this child Thomas who grew up to be the father of President Abraham
Lincoln. After the murder of his father the fortunes of the little family
grew rapidly worse, and doubtless because of poverty, as well as by reason
of the marriage of his older brothers and sisters, their home was broken
up, and Thomas found himself, long before he was grown, a wandering
laboring boy. He lived for a time with an uncle as his hired servant, and
later he learned the trade of carpenter. He grew to manhood entirely
without education, and when he was twenty-eight years old could neither
read nor write. At that time he married Nancy Hanks, a good-looking young
woman of twenty-three, as poor as himself, but so much better off as to
learning that she was able to teach her husband to sign his own name.
Neither of them had any money, but living cost little on the frontier in
those days, and they felt that his trade would suffice to earn all that
they should need. Thomas took his bride to a tiny house in Elizabethtown,
Kentucky, where they lived for about a year, and where a daughter was born
to them.</p>
<p>Then they moved to a small farm thirteen miles from Elizabethtown, which
they bought on credit, the country being yet so new that there were places
to be had for mere promises to pay. Farms obtained on such terms were
usually of very poor quality, and this one of Thomas Lincoln's was no
exception to the rule. A cabin ready to be occupied stood on it, however;
and not far away, hidden in a pretty clump of trees and bushes, was a fine
spring of water, because of which the place was known as Rock Spring Farm.
In the cabin on this farm the future President of the United States was
born on February 12, 1809, and here the first four years of his life were
spent. Then the Lincolns moved to a much bigger and better farm on Knob
Creek, six miles from Hodgensville, which Thomas Lincoln bought, again on
credit, selling the larger part of it soon afterward to another purchaser.
Here they remained until Abraham was seven years old.</p>
<p>About this early part of his childhood almost nothing is known. He never
talked of these days, even to his most intimate friends. To the pioneer
child a farm offered much that a town lot could not give him—space;
woods to roam in; Knob Creek with its running water and its deep, quiet
pools for a playfellow; berries to be hunted for in summer and nuts in
autumn; while all the year round birds and small animals pattered across
his path to people the solitude in place of human companions. The boy had
few comrades. He wandered about playing his lonesome little games, and
when these were finished returned to the small and cheerless cabin. Once,
when asked what he remembered about the War of 1812 with Great Britain, he
replied: "Only this: I had been fishing one day and had caught a little
fish, which I was taking home. I met a soldier in the road, and having
always been told at home that we must be good to soldiers, I gave him my
fish." It is only a glimpse into his life, but it shows the solitary,
generous child and the patriotic household.</p>
<p>It was while living on this farm that Abraham and his sister Sarah first
began going to A-B-C schools. Their earliest teacher was Zachariah Riney,
who taught near the Lincoln cabin; the next was Caleb Hazel, four miles
away.</p>
<p>In spite of the tragedy that darkened his childhood, Thomas Lincoln seems
to have been a cheery, indolent, good-natured man. By means of a little
farming and occasional jobs at his trade, he managed to supply his family
with the absolutely necessary food and shelter, but he never got on in the
world. He found it much easier to gossip with his friends, or to dream
about rich new lands in the West, than to make a thrifty living in the
place where he happened to be. The blood of the pioneer was in his veins
too—the desire to move westward; and hearing glowing accounts of the
new territory of Indiana, he resolved to go and see it for himself. His
skill as a carpenter made this not only possible but reasonably cheap, and
in the fall of 1816 he built himself a little flatboat, launched it half a
mile from his cabin, at the mouth of Knob Creek on the waters of the
Rolling Fork, and floated on it down that stream to Salt River, down Salt
River to the Ohio, and down the Ohio to a landing called Thompson's Ferry
on the Indiana shore.</p>
<p>Sixteen miles out from the river, near a small stream known as Pigeon
Creek, he found a spot in the forest that suited him; and as his boat
could not be made to float up-stream, he sold it, stored his goods with an
obliging settler, and trudged back to Kentucky, all the way on foot, to
fetch his wife and children—Sarah, who was now nine years old, and
Abraham, seven. This time the journey to Indiana was made with two horses,
used by the mother and children for riding, and to carry their little
camping outfit for the night. The distance from their old home was, in a
straight line, little more than fifty miles, but they had to go double
that distance because of the very few roads it was possible to follow.</p>
<p>Reaching the Ohio River and crossing to the Indiana shore, Thomas Lincoln
hired a wagon which carried his family and their belongings the remaining
sixteen miles through the forest to the spot he had chosen—a piece
of heavily wooded land, one and a half miles east of what has since become
the village of Gentryville in Spencer County. The lateness of the autumn
made it necessary to put up a shelter as quickly as possible, and he built
what was known on the frontier as a half-faced camp, about fourteen feet
square. This differed from a cabin in that it was closed on only three
sides, being quite open to the weather on the fourth. A fire was usually
made in front of the open side, and thus the necessity for having a
chimney was done away with. Thomas Lincoln doubtless intended this only
for a temporary shelter, and as such it would have done well enough in
pleasant summer weather; but it was a rude provision against the storms
and winds of an Indiana winter. It shows his want of energy that the
family remained housed in this poor camp for nearly a whole year; but,
after all, he must not be too hastily blamed. He was far from idle. A
cabin was doubtless begun, and there was the very heavy work of clearing
away the timber—cutting down large trees, chopping them into
suitable lengths, and rolling them together into great heaps to be burned,
or of splitting them into rails to fence the small field upon which he
managed to raise a patch of corn and other things during the following
summer.</p>
<p>Though only seven years old, Abraham was unusually large and strong for
his age, and he helped his father in all this heavy labor of clearing the
farm. In after years, Mr. Lincoln said that an ax "was put into his hands
at once, and from that till within his twenty-third year he was almost
constantly handling that most useful instrument—less, of course, in
ploughing and harvesting seasons." At first the Lincolns and their seven
or eight neighbors lived in the unbroken forest. They had only the tools
and household goods they brought with them, or such things as they could
fashion with their own hands. There was no sawmill to saw lumber. The
village of Gentryville was not even begun. Breadstuff could be had only by
sending young Abraham seven miles on horseback with a bag of corn to be
ground in a hand grist-mill.</p>
<p>About the time the new cabin was ready relatives and friends followed from
Kentucky, and some of these in turn occupied the half-faced camp. During
the autumn a severe and mysterious sickness broke out in their little
settlement, and a number of people died, among them the mother of young
Abraham. There was no help to be had beyond what the neighbors could give
each other. The nearest doctor lived fully thirty miles away. There was
not even a minister to conduct the funerals. Thomas Lincoln made the
coffins for the dead out of green lumber cut from the forest trees with a
whip-saw, and they were laid to rest in a clearing in the woods. Months
afterward, largely through the efforts of the sorrowing boy, a preacher
who chanced to come that way was induced to hold a service and preach a
sermon over the grave of Mrs. Lincoln.</p>
<p>Her death was indeed a serious blow to her husband and children. Abraham's
sister, Sarah, was only eleven years old, and the tasks and cares of the
little household were altogether too heavy for her years and experience.
Nevertheless they struggled bravely through the winter and following
summer; then in the autumn of 1819 Thomas Lincoln went back to Kentucky
and married Sarah Bush Johnston, whom he had known, and it is said
courted, when she was only Sally Bush. She had married about the time
Lincoln married Nancy Hanks, and her husband had died, leaving her with
three children. She came of a better station in life than Thomas, and was
a woman with an excellent mind as well as a warm and generous heart. The
household goods that she brought with her to the Lincoln home filled a
four-horse wagon, and not only were her own children well clothed and
cared for, but she was able at once to provide little Abraham and Sarah
with comforts to which they had been strangers during the whole of their
young lives. Under her wise management all jealousy was avoided between
the two sets of children; urged on by her stirring example, Thomas Lincoln
supplied the yet unfinished cabin with floor, door, and windows, and life
became more comfortable for all its inmates, contentment if not happiness
reigning in the little home.</p>
<p>The new stepmother quickly became very fond of Abraham, and encouraged him
in every way in her power to study and improve himself. The chances for
this were few enough. Mr. Lincoln has left us a vivid picture of the
situation. "It was," he once wrote, "a wild region, with many bears and
other wild animals still in the woods. There I grew up. There were some
schools, so-called, but no qualification was ever required of a teacher
beyond "readin', writin', and cipherin' to the Rule of Three. If a
straggler supposed to understand Latin happened to sojourn in the
neighborhood, he was looked upon as a wizard."</p>
<p>The school-house was a low cabin of round logs, with split logs or
"puncheons" for a floor, split logs roughly leveled with an ax and set up
on legs for benches, and holes cut out in the logs and the space filled in
with squares of greased paper for window-panes. The main light came in
through the open door. Very often Webster's "Elementary Spelling-book" was
the only text-book. This was the kind of school most common in the middle
West during Mr. Lincoln's boyhood, though already in some places there
were schools of a more pretentious character. Indeed, back in Kentucky, at
the very time that Abraham, a child of six, was learning his letters from
Zachariah Riney, a boy only a year older was attending a Catholic seminary
in the very next county. It is doubtful if they ever met, but the
destinies of the two were strangely interwoven, for the older boy was
Jefferson Davis, who became head of the Confederate government shortly
after Lincoln was elected President of the United States.</p>
<p>As Abraham had been only seven years old when he left Kentucky, the little
beginnings he learned in the schools kept by Riney and Hazel in that State
must have been very slight, probably only his alphabet, or at most only
three or four pages of Webster's "Elementary Spelling-book." The
multiplication-table was still a mystery to him, and he could read or
write only the words he spelled. His first two years in Indiana seem to
have passed without schooling of any sort, and the school he attended
shortly after coming under the care of his stepmother was of the simplest
kind, for the Pigeon Creek settlement numbered only eight or ten poor
families, and they lived deep in the forest, where, even if they had had
the money for such luxuries, it would have been impossible to buy books,
slates, pens, ink, or paper. It is worthy of note, however, that in our
western country, even under such difficulties, a school-house was one of
the first buildings to rise in every frontier settlement. Abraham's second
school in Indiana was held when he was fourteen years old, and the third
in his seventeenth year. By that time he had more books and better
teachers, but he had to walk four or five miles to reach them. We know
that he learned to write, and was provided with pen, ink, and a copy-book,
and a very small supply of writing-paper, for copies have been printed of
several scraps on which he carefully wrote down tables of long measure,
land measure, and dry measure, as well as examples in multiplication and
compound division, from his arithmetic. He was never able to go to school
again after this time, and though the instruction he received from his
five teachers—two in Kentucky and three in Indiana—extended
over a period of nine years, it must be remembered that it made up in all
less than one twelve-month; "that the aggregate of all his schooling did
not amount to one year." The fact that he received this instruction, as he
himself said, "by littles," was doubtless an advantage. A lazy or
indifferent boy would of course have forgotten what was taught him at one
time before he had opportunity at another; but Abraham was neither
indifferent nor lazy, and these widely separated fragments of instruction
were precious steps to self-help. He pursued his studies with very unusual
purpose and determination not only to understand them at the moment, but
to fix them firmly in his mind. His early companions all agree that he
employed every spare moment in keeping on with some one of his studies.
His stepmother tells us that "When he came across a passage that struck
him, he would write it down on boards if he had no paper, and keep it
there until he did get paper. Then he would rewrite it, look at it, repeat
it. He had a copy-book, a kind of scrap-book, in which he put down all
things, and thus preserved them." He spent long evenings doing sums on the
fire-shovel. Iron fire-shovels were a rarity among pioneers. Instead they
used a broad, thin clapboard with one end narrowed to a handle, arranging
with this the piles of coals upon the hearth, over which they set their
"skillet" and "oven" to do their cooking. It was on such a wooden shovel
that Abraham worked his sums by the flickering firelight, making his
figures with a piece of charcoal, and, when the shovel was all covered,
taking a drawing-knife and shaving it off clean again.</p>
<p>The hours that he was able to devote to his penmanship, his reading, and
his arithmetic were by no means many; for, save for the short time that he
was actually in school, he was, during all these years, laboring hard on
his father's farm, or hiring his youthful strength to neighbors who had
need of help in the work of field or forest. In pursuit of his knowledge
he was on an up-hill path; yet in spite of all obstacles he worked his way
to so much of an education as placed him far ahead of his schoolmates and
quickly abreast of his various teachers. He borrowed every book in the
neighborhood. The list is a short one: "Robinson Crusoe," "Aesop's
Fables," Bunyan's "Pilgrim's Progress," Weems's "Life of Washington," and
a "History of the United States." When everything else had been read, he
resolutely began on the "Revised Statutes of Indiana," which Dave Turnham,
the constable, had in daily use, but permitted him to come to his house
and read.</p>
<p>Though so fond of his books; it must not be supposed that he cared only
for work and serious study. He was a social, sunny-tempered lad, as fond
of jokes and fun as he was kindly and industrious. His stepmother said of
him: "I can say, what scarcely one mother in a thousand can say, Abe never
gave me a cross word or look, and never refused... to do anything I asked
him.... I must say.. that Abe was the best boy I ever saw or expect to
see."</p>
<p>He and John Johnston, his stepmother's son, and John Hanks, a relative of
his own mother's, worked barefoot together in the fields, grubbing,
plowing, hoeing, gathering and shucking corn, and taking part, when
occasion offered, in the practical jokes and athletic exercises that
enlivened the hard work of the pioneers. For both work and play Abraham
had one great advantage. He was not only a tall, strong country boy: he
soon grew to be a tall, strong, sinewy man. He early reached the unusual
height of six feet four inches, and his long arms gave him a degree of
power as an axman that few were able to rival. He therefore usually led
his fellows in efforts of muscle as well as of mind. That he could outrun,
outlift, outwrestle his boyish companions, that he could chop faster,
split more rails in a day, carry a heavier log at a "raising," or excel
the neighborhood champion in any feat of frontier athletics, was doubtless
a matter of pride with him; but stronger than all else was his eager
craving for knowledge. He felt instinctively that the power of using the
mind rather than the muscles was the key to success. He wished not only to
wrestle with the best of them, but to be able to talk like the preacher,
spell and cipher like the school-master, argue like the lawyer, and write
like the editor. Yet he was as far as possible from being a prig. He was
helpful, sympathetic, cheerful. In all the neighborhood gatherings, when
settlers of various ages came together at corn-huskings or house-raisings,
or when mere chance brought half a dozen of them at the same time to the
post-office or the country store, he was able, according to his years, to
add his full share to the gaiety of the company. By reason of his reading
and his excellent memory, he soon became the best story-teller among his
companions; and even the slight training gained from his studies greatly
broadened and strengthened the strong reasoning faculty with which he had
been gifted by nature. His wit might be mischievous, but it was never
malicious, and his nonsense was never intended to wound or to hurt the
feelings. It is told of him that he added to his fund of jokes and stories
humorous imitations of the sermons of eccentric preachers.</p>
<p>Very likely too much is made of all these boyish pranks. He grew up very
like his fellows. In only one particular did he differ greatly from the
frontier boys around him. He never took any pleasure in hunting. Almost
every youth of the backwoods early became an excellent shot and a
confirmed sportsman. The woods still swarmed with game, and every cabin
depended largely upon this for its supply of food. But to his strength was
added a gentleness which made him shrink from killing or inflicting pain,
and the time the other boys gave to lying in ambush, he preferred to spend
in reading or in efforts at improving his mind.</p>
<p>Only twice during his life in Indiana was the routine of his employment
changed. When he was about sixteen years old he worked for a time for a
man who lived at the mouth of Anderson's Creek, and here part of his duty
was to manage a ferry-boat which carried passengers across the Ohio River.
It was very likely this experience which, three years later, brought him
another. Mr. Gentry, the chief man of the village of Gentryville that had
grown up a mile or so from his father's cabin, loaded a flatboat on the
Ohio River with the produce his store had collected—corn, flour,
pork, bacon, and other miscellaneous provisions—and putting it in
charge of his son Allen Gentry and of Abraham Lincoln, sent them with it
down the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers, to sell its cargo at the plantations
of the lower Mississippi, where sugar and cotton were the principal crops,
and where other food supplies were needed to feed the slaves. No better
proof is needed of the reputation for strength, skill, honesty, and
intelligence that this tall country boy had already won for himself, than
that he was chosen to navigate the flatboat a thousand miles to the
"sugar-coast" of the Mississippi River, sell its load, and bring back the
money. Allen Gentry was supposed to be in command, but from the record of
his after life we may be sure that Abraham did his full share both of work
and management. The elder Gentry paid Lincoln eight dollars a month and
his passage home on a steamboat for this service. The voyage was made
successfully, although not without adventure; for one night, after the
boat was tied up to the shore, the boys were attacked by seven negroes,
who came aboard intending to kill and rob them. There was a lively
scrimmage, in which, though slightly hurt, they managed to beat off their
assailants, and then, hastily cutting their boat adrift, swung out on the
stream. The marauding band little dreamed that they were attacking the man
who in after years was to give their race its freedom; and though the
future was equally hidden from Abraham, it is hard to estimate the vistas
of hope and ambition that this long journey opened to him. It was his
first look into the wide, wide world.</p>
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