In the boyhood of Lincoln; a tale of the Tunker schoolmaster and the times of Black Hawk . rin over books, of which there is no end, neithershall he eat, or somethin like that—now dont it, elder ?—Butseein its you, Abe, and you are a pretty good boy, after all, when people are in trouble, and sick and such, Ill make youan elephant. There aint any elephants in Injiany. Aunt Olive cut a piece of doughnut dough in the shapeof a picture-book elephant and tossed it into the fat. Itswelled up to enormous proportions, and when she scoopedit out with a ladle it was, for a doughnut, an elephant indeed.
In the boyhood of Lincoln; a tale of the Tunker schoolmaster and the times of Black Hawk . rin over books, of which there is no end, neithershall he eat, or somethin like that—now dont it, elder ?—Butseein its you, Abe, and you are a pretty good boy, after all, when people are in trouble, and sick and such, Ill make youan elephant. There aint any elephants in Injiany. Aunt Olive cut a piece of doughnut dough in the shapeof a picture-book elephant and tossed it into the fat. Itswelled up to enormous proportions, and when she scoopedit out with a ladle it was, for a doughnut, an elephant indeed. Now, Abe, theres your elephant.—And, elder, heres awhole pan full of twisted doughnuts. You said that you weregoin to meet Black Hawk. Where does he live? Tell usall about him. I will do so, my good woman, said Jasper. I want youto be interested in my Indian missions. When I come thisway again, I shall be likely to bring with me an Indian guide,an uncommon boy, I am told. You shall hear my story. CHAPTER VI. JASPER GIVES AN ACCOUNT OF HIS VISIT TO BLACKHAWK.—AUNT INDIANAS ?^UXT INDIANA, Jasper, John Hanks, andyoung Abraham Lincoln sat between the dyinglogs in the great fireplace and the open company was after a little time increasedfor Thomas Lincoln came slowly into the clear-ing, and saying, How-dy? and The top of the day to yeall, sat down in the sunshine on the log step ; and soon aftercame Dennis Hanks and dropped down on a puncheon. I think that you are misled, said Jasper, when you saythat Black Hawk was born at Kaskaskia. If I rememberrightly, he said to me : I was born in this Sac village. Here Ispent my youth ; my fathers graves are here, and the graves ofmy children, and here where I was born I wish to die. RockIsland, as the northern islands, rapids, and bluffs of the Missis-sippi are called, is a very beautiful place. Black Hawk clingsto the spot as to his life. I love to look down, he said, uponthe big rivers, shady groves, and green prairi
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