In the boyhood of Lincoln; a tale of the Tunker schoolmaster and the times of Black Hawk . n, or any-thing any more—he had a stone-cold heart. After the evening meal he told his wife the events of theday. She listened with horror. In parting with your heart you have parted with every-thing that makes life worth having, said she. But he an-swered : I do not care. I do not care for anything but gold have a stone-cold heart. But will gold make you happy ? she asked. He started. He went forth to work the next day, but hewas not happy. So day by day passed. His gold did not makehis family hap
In the boyhood of Lincoln; a tale of the Tunker schoolmaster and the times of Black Hawk . n, or any-thing any more—he had a stone-cold heart. After the evening meal he told his wife the events of theday. She listened with horror. In parting with your heart you have parted with every-thing that makes life worth having, said she. But he an-swered : I do not care. I do not care for anything but gold have a stone-cold heart. But will gold make you happy ? she asked. He started. He went forth to work the next day, but hewas not happy. So day by day passed. His gold did not makehis family happy, or his friends, or any one, but he would nothave cared for all these, for he had a stone-cold heart. Had itmade him happy? He saw the world all happy around him,and heavier and heavier grew his heart, and at last he couldendure it no longer. One day he was sitting in the same place in the woods asbefore, when he saw the shadowy figure stealing along themosses of the stream again. He looked up and beheld thegiant, and exclaimed: Give me back my heart! Have you learned the lesson ?. CHAPTER INDIAN PLOT. NR sultry August night a party of Sac and FoxIndians were encamped in a grove of oaks op-posite Rock Island, on the western side of theMississippi. Among them were Main-Pogueand Waubeno. The encampment commanded a view of the burial hills andbluffs of the abandoned Sac village. As the shadow of night stole over the warm, glimmeringtwilight, and the stars came out, the lights in the settlerscabins began to shine; and as the Indians saw them one byone, their old resentment against the settlers rose and bitterwords passed, and an old warrior stood up to rehearse hismemories of the injustice that his race had suffered in the oldtreaties and the late war. Look, he said, at the eyes of the cabins that gleamfrom yonder shore. The waters roll dark under them, but thelights of the canoes no more haunt the rapids, and the womenand children may no more sit down by the graves o
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