In the boyhood of Lincoln; a tale of the Tunker schoolmaster and the times of Black Hawk . ce. Let him come on. I stand alone forright. Let him come on.—Main-Pogue, go ! Out of the camp hobbled the Indian, with the long, strongarm of Abraham Lincoln lifted over him. The eyes of the menfollowed him in anger, disappointment, and scorn. Hardwords passed from one to the other. He felt for the first timein his life that he stood in this matter utterly alone. Jeer on, he said. I would shield this Indian at the costof my life. I would not be a true soldier if I failed in my dutyto this old man. In ev
In the boyhood of Lincoln; a tale of the Tunker schoolmaster and the times of Black Hawk . ce. Let him come on. I stand alone forright. Let him come on.—Main-Pogue, go ! Out of the camp hobbled the Indian, with the long, strongarm of Abraham Lincoln lifted over him. The eyes of the menfollowed him in anger, disappointment, and scorn. Hardwords passed from one to the other. He felt for the first timein his life that he stood in this matter utterly alone. Jeer on, he said. I would shield this Indian at the costof my life. I would not be a true soldier if I failed in my dutyto this old man. In every event of life it is right that makesmight; and the rights of an Indian are as sacred as those of anyother man, and I would defend them, at whatever cost, as thoseof a white man.—Main-Pogue, go hence! Here will I standbetween you and death. Heaven bless you for protecting a poor old man ! I havebeen a runner for the whites for many years, but I have nevermet a man like you. I will tell my boy of this. Your name isLincoln ? Yes—Abraham Lincoln, though the name matters CHAPTER FOREST COLLEGE. ELL, how time flies, and the clock of the yeardoes go round ! Heres the elder again ! Itsa bright day that brings ye here, though Ishouldnt let ye sleep in the prophets cham-ber, if I had one, cause ye aint any prophetat all. But ye are right welcome just the same. Where isyer Indian boy ? Hes gone to his own people. Aunt Olive. To whet his tommyhawk, I make no doubt. Oh, elder,how ye have been deceived in people ! Ye believe that everyone is as good as one can be, or can be grafted to bear sweetfruit, but, hoe-down-hoe, elder, taint so. Yer Aunt Indianaknows how desperately wicked is the human heart. If yedont do others, others will do ye, and this world is a in; Ive got somethin new to tell ye. Its about theLinkens Abe. The Tunker entered the cheerful cabin in the sunny clear-ing of the timber. Ive been savin up the news to tell ye when ye
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