"That Abe Lincoln is funny enough to make a cat laugh," they said.
They always had a good time watching Abe during the cla.s.s in "Manners."
Once a week Master Crawford had them practice being ladies and gentlemen. One scholar would pretend to be a stranger who had just arrived in Pigeon Creek. He would leave the schoolhouse, come back, and knock at the door. Another scholar would greet "the stranger," lead him around the room, and introduce him.
One day it was Abe"s turn to do the introducing. He opened the door to find his best friend, Nat Grigsby, waiting outside. Nat bowed low, from the waist. Abe bowed. His buckskin trousers, already too short, slipped up still farther, showing several inches of his bare leg. He looked so solemn that some of the girls giggled. The schoolmaster frowned and pounded on his desk. The giggling stopped.
"Master Crawford," said Abe, "this here is Mr. Grigsby. His pa just moved to these parts. He figures on coming to your school."
Andrew Crawford rose and bowed. "Welcome," he said. "Mr. Lincoln, introduce Mr. Grigsby to the other scholars."
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The children sat on two long benches made of split logs. Abe led Nat down the length of the front bench. Each girl rose and made a curtsy.
Nat bowed. Each boy rose and bowed. Nat returned the bow. Abe kept saying funny things under his breath that the schoolmaster could not hear. But the children heard, and they could hardly keep from laughing out loud.
Sally sat on the second bench. "Mrs. Lincoln," said Abe in a high falsetto voice, "this here be Mr. Grigsby."
While she was making her curtsy, Sally"s cheeks suddenly grew red.
"Don"t let on I told you, Mr. Grigsby," Abe whispered, "but Mrs. Lincoln bakes the worst cornbread of anyone in Pigeon Creek."
Sally forgot that they were having a lesson in manners. "Don"t you dare talk about my cornbread," she said angrily.
The little log room rocked with laughter. This time Master Crawford had also heard Abe"s remark. He walked over to the corner where he kept a bundle of switches. He picked one up and laid it across his desk.
"We"ll have no more monkeyshines," he said severely. "Go on with the introducing."
One day Abe almost got into real trouble. He had started for school early, as he often did, so that he could read one of Master Crawford"s books. He was feeling sad as he walked through the woods; he seemed to miss his mother more each day. When he went into the schoolhouse, he looked up and saw a pair of deer antlers. Master Crawford had gone hunting. He had shot a deer and nailed the antlers above the door.
What a wonderful place to swing! thought Abe. He leaped up and caught hold of the p.r.o.ngs. He began swinging back and forth.
CRASH! One p.r.o.ng came off in his hand, and he fell to the floor. He hurried to his seat, hoping that the master would not notice.
But Master Crawford was proud of those antlers. When he saw what had happened, he picked up the switch on his desk. It made a swishing sound as he swung it back and forth.
"Who broke my deer antlers?" he shouted.
No one answered. Abe hunched down as far as he could on the bench. He seemed to be trying to hide inside his buckskin shirt.
Master Crawford repeated his question. "Who broke my deer antlers? I aim to find out, if I have to thrash every scholar in this school."
All of the children looked scared, Abe most of all. But he stood up. He marched up to Master Crawford"s desk and held out the broken p.r.o.ng that he had been hiding in his hand.
"I did it, sir," he said. "I didn"t mean to do it, but I hung on the antlers and they broke. I wouldn"t have done it, if I had thought they"d a broke."
The other scholars thought that Abe would get a licking. Instead, Master Crawford told him to stay in after school. They had a long talk. He liked Abe"s honesty in owning up to what he had done. He knew how much he missed his mother. Perhaps he understood that sometimes a boy "cuts up" to try to forget how sad he feels.
Abe felt sadder than ever after Master Crawford moved away from Pigeon Creek. Then Tom Lincoln left. One morning he rode off on horseback without telling anyone where he was going. Several days went by. Even easy-going Dennis was worried when Tom did not return.
Abe did most of the ch.o.r.es. In the evening he practiced his sums. Master Crawford had taught him to do easy problems in arithmetic, and he did not want to forget what he had learned. He had no pen, no ink, not even a piece of paper. He took a burnt stick from the fireplace and worked his sums on a flat board.
He wished that he had a book to read. Instead, he tried to remember the stories that the schoolmaster had told. He repeated them to Sally and Dennis, as they huddled close to the fire to keep warm. He said them again to himself after he went to bed in the loft.
There were words in some of the stories that Abe did not understand. He tried to figure out what the words meant. He thought about the people in the stories. He thought about the places mentioned and wondered what they were like.
There were thoughts inside Abraham Lincoln"s head that even Sally did not know anything about.
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Abe took another bite of cornbread and swallowed hard. "Don"t you like it?" asked Sally anxiously. "I know it doesn"t taste like the cornbread Mammy used to make."
She looked around the room. The furniture was the same as their mother had used--a homemade table and a few three-legged stools. The same bearskin hung before the hole in the wall that was their only door. But Nancy had kept the cabin clean. She had known how to build a fire that didn"t smoke. Sally glanced down at her faded linsey-woolsey dress, soiled with soot. The dirt floor felt cold to her bare feet. Her last pair of moccasins had worn out weeks ago.
"I don"t mind the cornbread--at least, not much." Abe finished his piece, down to the last crumb. "If I seem down in the mouth, Sally, it is just because--"
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He walked over to the fireplace, where he stood with his back to the room.
"He misses Nancy," said Dennis bluntly, "the same as the rest of us.
Then Tom has been gone for quite a spell."
Sally put her hand on Abe"s shoulder. "I"m scared. Do you reckon something has happened to Pappy? Isn"t he ever coming back?"
Abe stared into the fire. He was thinking of the wolves and panthers loose in the woods. There were many dangers for a man riding alone over the rough forest paths. The boy wanted to say something to comfort Sally, but he had to tell the truth. "I don"t know, I--"
He stopped to listen. Few travelers pa.s.sed by their cabin in the winter, but he was sure that he heard a faint noise in the distance. It sounded like the creak of wheels. The noise came again--this time much closer. A man"s voice was shouting: "Get-up! Get-up!"
"Maybe it"s Pappy!" Abe pushed aside the bearskin and rushed outside.
Sally and Dennis were right behind him.
"It _is_ Pappy," Sally cried. "But look--"
Tom Lincoln had left Pigeon Creek on horseback. He was returning in a wagon drawn by four horses. He was not alone. A strange woman sat beside him, holding a small boy in her lap. Two girls, one about Sally"s age, the other about eight, stood behind her. The wagon was piled high with furniture--more furniture than the Lincoln children had ever seen.
"Whoa, there!" Tom Lincoln pulled at the reins and brought the wagon to a stop before the door.
"Here we are, Sarah." He jumped down and held out his hand to help the woman.
She was very neat looking, tall and straight, with neat little curls showing at the edge of her brown hood. She said, "Tsch! Tsch!" when she saw Tom"s children. She stared at their soiled clothing, their matted hair, their faces smudged with soot. "Tsch! Tsch!" she said again, and Abe felt hot all over in spite of the cold wind. He dug the toe of his moccasin into the frozen ground.
"Abe! Sally!" their father said. "I"ve brought you a new mammy. This here is the Widow Johnston. That is, she was the Widow Johnston." He cleared his throat. "She is Mrs. Lincoln now. I"ve been back to Kentucky to get myself a wife."
"Howdy!" The new Mrs. Lincoln was trying to sound cheerful. She beckoned to the children in the wagon. They jumped down and stood beside her.