In the boyhood of Lincoln; a tale of the Tunker schoolmaster and the times of Black Hawk . ans have beenas true to the French. Never did rulers have better subjects, said the gen-eral. Never did subjects have better rulers, said Waubeno,almost repeating the scene of Dick Whittington, thrice LordMayor of London, by virtue of his wonderful cat, to KingHenry. The Indians withdrew amid the gay strains of nationalmusic, the stately minuet haunting Waubeno and ringing inhis ears. He tried to hum the rhythms of the beautiful air of thecourts. Jasper saw how the music had affected him, and thathe was
In the boyhood of Lincoln; a tale of the Tunker schoolmaster and the times of Black Hawk . ans have beenas true to the French. Never did rulers have better subjects, said the gen-eral. Never did subjects have better rulers, said Waubeno,almost repeating the scene of Dick Whittington, thrice LordMayor of London, by virtue of his wonderful cat, to KingHenry. The Indians withdrew amid the gay strains of nationalmusic, the stately minuet haunting Waubeno and ringing inhis ears. He tried to hum the rhythms of the beautiful air of thecourts. Jasper saw how the music had affected him, and thathe was happy and susceptible, and said: Waubeno, you have met a man to-night who would forgethis own position and pleasure to do honor to the Indiangirl. Yes, I am sure of that. You are your best self to-night—in your best mood; the LAFAYETTE AT KASKASKIA—THE STATELY MINUET. I55 music has awakened your better soul. You remember yourpromise ? Yes, but, Brother Jasper— What, Waubeno? Lafayette is a Frenchman^ and—a gentleman. The In-dians and French do not spill each others blood. Why ?. CHAPTEE AND YOUNG LINCOLN. NE leafy afternoon in May, Jasper and Waubenocame to Aunt Olives, at Pigeon Creek. South-ern Indiana is a glory of sunshine and flowersat this season of the year, and their journey hadbeen a very pleasant had met emigrants on the Ohio, and had seen thewhite sail of the prairie schooner in all of the forest ways. The world seems moving to the west, said Jasper, as inthe white Indians dream. There is need of my work moreand more. Every child that I can teach to read will make betterthis new empire that is being sifted out of the lands. Everyschool that I can found is likely to become a college, and I amglad to be a wanderer in the wilderness for the sake of myfellow-men. jf In the open door, under the leafing vines, stood Aunt In^diana, in cap, wig, and spectacles. She arched her elbow overall to shade her eyes. The old Tunker, as I live, come again,
Size: 1513px × 1651px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1890, bookidinboyhoodofl, bookyear1896
