"Now we"ll go over and see Abe," said Dr. Allen, after the deal was made.
"He"s the best man with an axe and a saw in this part of the country. He clerks for Mr. Offut. Abe Lincoln is one of the best fellows that ever lived--a rough diamond just out of the great mine of the West, that only needs to be cut and polished."
Denton Offut"s store was a small log structure about twenty by twenty which stood near the brow of the hill east of Rutledge"s Tavern. When they entered it Abe lay at full length on the counter, his head resting on a bolt of blue denim as he studied a book in his hand. He wore the same shirt and one suspender and linsey trousers which he had worn in the dooryard of the tavern, but his feet were covered only by his blue yarn socks.
It was a general store full of exotic flavors, chiefly those of tea, coffee, whisky, tobacco, muscovado sugar and mola.s.ses. There was a counter on each side. Bolts of cloth, mostly calico, were piled on the far end of the right counter as one entered and the near end held a show case containing a display of cutlery, pewter spoons, jewelry and fishing tackle. There were double windows on either side of the rough board door with its wooden latch. The left counter held a case filled with threads, b.u.t.tons, combs, colored ribbons, and belts and jew"s-harps. A balance stood in the middle of this counter. A chest of tea, a big brown jug, a box of candles, a keg and a large wooden pail occupied its farther end.
The shelving on its side walls was filled by straw hats, plug tobacco, bolts of cloth, pills and patent medicines and paste-board boxes containing shirts, handkerchiefs and underwear. A suit of blue jeans, scythes and snaths, hoes, wooden hand rakes and a bra.s.s warming-pan hung from the rafters. At the rear end of the store was a large fireplace.
There were two chairs near the fireplace, both of which were occupied by a man who sat in one while his feet lay on the other. He was sleeping peacefully, his chin resting on his breast. He wore a calico shirt with a fanciful design of morning-glories on it printed in appropriate colors, a collar of the same material and a red necktie.
Abe laid aside his book and rose to a sitting posture.
"Pardon me--you see the firm is busy," said Abe. "You know Eb Zane used to say that he was never so busy in his life as when he lay on his back with a broken leg. He said he had to work twenty-four hours a day doin"
nothin" an" could never git an hour off. But a broken leg is not so bad as a lame intellect. That lays you out with the fever an" ague of ignorance. Jack Kelso recommended Kirkham"s pills and poultices of poetry. I"m trying both and slowly getting the better of it. I"ve learned three conjugations, between customers, this afternoon."
The man sleeping in the chair began snoring and groaning.
"Don"t blame Bill," Abe went on. "Any man would have the nightmare in a shirt like that. He went to a dance at Clary"s Grove last night and they shut him up in a barrel with a small dog and rolled "em down hill in it.
I reckon that"s how he learnt how to growl."
In the laughter that followed the sleeper awoke.
"You see there"s quite an undercurrent beneath the placid surface of our enterprise," Abe added.
The sleeper whose name was William Berry rose and stretched himself and was introduced to the newcomer. He was a short, genial man, of some thirty years, with blond, curly hair and mustache. On account of his shortness and high color he was often referred to as the Billberry shortcake. His fat cheeks had a color as definite as that of the blossoms on his shirt, now rather soiled. His prominent nose shared their glow of ruddy opulence. His gray eyes wore a look of apology. He walked rather stiffly as if his legs were rheumatic.
"Mr. Traylor, this is Mr. William Berry," said Dr. Allen. "In this beautiful shirt he resembles a bit of vine-clad sculpture from an Italian garden, but is real flesh and blood and a good fellow."
"I don"t understand your high-toned talk," said Berry. "This shirt suits me to a dot."
"It is the pride of New Salem," said the Doctor. "Mr. Traylor has just acquired an interest in all our inst.i.tutions. He has bought the Gollaher tract and is going to build a house and some fences. Abe, couldn"t you help get the timber out in a hurry so we can have a raising within a week? You know the arts of the axe better than any of us."
Abe looked at Samson.
"I reckon he and I would make a good team with the axe," he said. "He looks as if he could push a house down with one hand and build it up with the other. You can bet I"ll be glad to help in any way I can."
"We"ll all turn in and help. I should think Bill or Jack Kelso could look after the store for a few days," said the Doctor. "I promised to take Mr.
Traylor over to Jack Kelso"s to-night. Couldn"t you come along?"
"Good! We"ll have a story-tellin" and get Jack to unlimber his guns,"
said Abe.
It was a cool evening with a promise of frost in the air. Jack Kelso"s cabin, one of two which stood close together at the western end of the village, was lighted by the cheery blaze of dry logs in its fireplace.
There were guns on a rack over the fireplace under a buck"s head; a powder horn hanging near them on its string looped over a nail. There were wolf and deer and bear pelts on the floor. The skins of foxes, racc.o.o.ns and wildcats adorned the log walls. Jack Kelso was a blond, smooth faced, good-looking, merry-hearted Scot, about forty years old, of a rather slight build, some five feet, eight inches tall. That is all that any one knew of him save that he spent most of his time hunting and fishing and seemed to have all the best things, which great men had said or written, on the tip of his tongue. He was neatly dressed in a blue flannel coat and shirt, top boots and riding breeches.
"Welcome! and here"s the best seat at the fireside," he said to Samson.
Then, as he filled his pipe, he quoted the lines from Cymbeline:
""Think us no churls nor measure our good minds By this rude place we live in."
"My wife and daughter are away for a visit and for two days I"ve had the cabin to myself. Look, ye worshipers of fire, and see how fine it is now!
The homely cabin is a place of beauty. Everything has the color of the rose, coming and going in the flickering shadows. What a heaven it is when the flames are leaping! Here is Hogarth"s line of beauty; nothing perpendicular or horizontal."
He took Abe"s hand and went on: "Here, ye lovers of romance, is one of the story-tellers of Ispahan who has in him the wisdom of the wandering tribes. He can tell you a tale that will draw children from their play and old men from the chimney corner. My boy, take a chair next to Mr.
Traylor."
He took the hand of the Doctor and added: "Here, too, is a man whose wit is more famous than his pills--one produces the shakes and the other cures them. Doctor, you and I will take the end seats."
"My pills can be relied upon but my wit is like my dog, away from home most of the time," said the Doctor.
"Gathering the bones with which you often astonish us," said Kelso. "How are the lungs, Doctor?"
"They"re all right. These long rides in the open are making a new man of me. Another year in the city would have used me up."
"Mr. Traylor, you stand up as proud and firm as a big pine," Kelso remarked. "I believe you"re a Yankee."
"So do I," said Samson. "If you took all the Yankee out o" me I"d have an empty skin."
Then Abe began to show the stranger his peculiar art in these words:
"Stephen Nuckles used to say: "G.o.d"s grace embraces the isles o" the sea an" the uttermost parts o" the earth. It takes in the Esquimaux an" the Hottentots. Some go so fur as to say that it takes in the Yankees but I don"t go so fur.""
Samson joined in the good-natured laughter that followed.
"If you deal with some Yankees you take your life in your hands," he said. "They can serve G.o.d or Mammon and I guess they have given the Devil some of his best ideas. He seems to be getting a lot of Yankee notions lately."
"There was a powerful prejudice in Kentucky against the Yankees," Abe went on. "Down there they used to tell about a Yankee who sold his hogs and was driving them to town. On the way he decided that he had sold them too cheap. He left them with his drover in the road and went on to town and told the buyer that he would need help to bring "em in.
""How"s that?" the buyer asked.
""Why they git away an" go to runnin" through the woods an" fields an" we can"t keep up with "em."
""I don"t think I want "em," says the buyer. "A speedy hog hasn"t much pork to carry. I"ll give ye twenty bits to let me off.""
"I guess that Yankee had one more hog than he"d counted," said Samson.
"It reminds me of a man in Pope County who raised the biggest hog in Illinois," Abe went on. "It was a famous animal and people from far and near came to see him. One day a man came an" asked to see the hog.
""We"re chargin" two bits for the privilege now," said the owner.
"The man paid the money and got into his wagon.
""Don"t you want to see him?" the farmer asked.
""No," said the stranger. "I"ve seen the biggest hog in Illinois an"
I don"t care to look at a smaller one.""
"Whatever prejudice you may find here will soon vanish," said Kelso, turning to the newcomer. "I have great respect for the st.u.r.dy sons of New England. I believe it was Theodore Parker who said that the pine was the symbol of their character. He was right. Its roots are deep in the soil; it towers above the forest; it has the strength of tall masts and the substance of the builder in its body, music in its waving branches and turpentine in its veins. I thought of this when I saw Webster and heard him speak at Plymouth."