"That bothers me, too. I saw you cuff him the other day because he was reading."
"I had to, Sairy. I told him to come out and chop some wood, but he up and laughed in my face."
"He wasn"t laughing at you, Tom. He was laughing at Sinbad."
"Who in tarnation is Sinbad?"
"A fellow in one of his books. Abe said that Sinbad sailed his flatboat up to a rock, and the rock was magnetized and pulled all the nails out of his boat. Then Sinbad fell into the water."
"That"s what I mean," Tom exploded. "Dennis told him that book was most likely lies, but Abe keeps on reading it. Where is all this book learning going to get him? More"n I ever had."
"Maybe the Lord meant for young ones to be smarter than their parents,"
said Sarah, "or the world might never get any better."
Tom shook his head in dismay. "Women and their fool notions! If I don"t watch out, you"ll be spoiling the boy more"n his own mammy did."
Sarah"s cheeks were red as she bent over her knitting. Tom was right about one thing. There was no school for Abe to go to. But some day there would be. Every few weeks another clearing was made in the forest, and the neighbors gathered for a "house raising" to help put up a cabin.
Then smoke would rise from a new chimney, and another new home would be started in the wilderness.
With so many new settlers, there was usually plenty of work for Abe.
Whenever Tom did not need him at home, he hired out at twenty-five cents a day. He gave this money to his father. That was the law, Tom said. Not until Abe was twenty-one would he be allowed to keep his wages for himself. As a hired boy, he plowed corn, chopped wood, and did all kinds of ch.o.r.es. He did not like farming, but he managed to have fun.
"Pa taught me to work," Abe told one farmer who had hired him, "but he never taught me to love it."
The farmer scratched his head. He couldn"t understand a boy who was always reading, and if Abe wasn"t reading he was telling jokes. The farmer thought that Abe was lazy.
"Sometimes," the farmer said, "I get awful mad at you, Abe Lincoln. You crack your jokes and spin your yarns, if you want to, while the men are eating their dinner. But don"t you keep them from working."
The other farm hands liked to gather around Abe when they stopped to eat their noon meal. Sometimes he would stand on a tree stump and "speechify." The men would become so interested that they would be late getting back to the fields. Other times he would tell them stories that he had read in books or that he had heard from some traveler who had pa.s.sed through Pigeon Creek. He nearly always had a funny story to tell.
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Yet there was "something peculiarsome about Abe," as Dennis Hanks once said. He would be laughing one minute; the next minute he would look solemn and sad. He would walk along the narrow forest trails, a faraway look in his eyes. Someone would say "Howdy, Abe." Then he would grin and start "cracking jokes" again.
Although he worked such long hours, Abe still found time to read. He sat up late and got up early in the morning, and Sarah made the children keep quiet when he wanted to study. Sometimes he took a book to work with him. Instead of talking to the other farm hands at noon, he"d go off by himself and read a few pages while he ate his dinner. People for miles around loaned him books. Sometimes he walked fifteen miles to Rockport, the county seat, to borrow books from John Pitcher, the town lawyer.
"Everything I want to know is in books," he told Dennis. "My best friend is a man who can give me a book I ain"t read."
Late one afternoon, about two years after Sarah had arrived, Abe came home with a new book under his arm. Tom and Dennis had joined several of their neighbors in a big bear hunt and planned to be gone for several days. Abe planned to read--and read--and read.
"What do you think, Mamma?" he asked. "I have a chance to read the Declaration of Independence."
Sarah smiled into his eager eyes. "Now isn"t that nice?"
He showed her the book. It belonged to David Turnham, the constable. Mr.
Turnham had said that Abe might borrow it for several days, if he promised to be careful.
"What is it about?" Sarah asked.
"It has the laws of Indiana in it, and it tells how the government of our country was started." Abe"s voice took on a new tone of excitement.
"It has the Declaration of Independence in it and the Const.i.tution, too."
He pulled a stool up to the fire and began to read. There was no sound in the little cabin except the steady click-click of Sarah"s knitting needles. She glanced at him now and then. This tall, awkward boy had become very dear to her. As dear as her own children, perhaps even dearer, but he was harder to understand. No matter how much he learned, he wanted to learn more. He was always hungry, hungry for knowledge--not hungry for bacon and cornbread the way Johnny was. The idea made her chuckle.
Abe did not hear. He laid the book on his knee and stared into the flames. His lips were moving, although he made no sound.
"What are you saying to yourself?" Sarah asked. "You look so far away."
"Why, Mamma." Abe looked up with a start. "I was just recollecting some of the words out of the Declaration of Independence. It says all men are created equal."
"You don"t mean to tell me!" Sarah was pleased because Abe was.
"I"m going to learn as much of the Declaration as I can by heart, before I take the book back," he said. "That way I can always keep the words."
"I declare," said Sarah, "you grow new ideas inside your head as fast as you add inches on top of it."
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Abe went right on adding inches. By the time he was fourteen he was as tall as his father. Sally was working as a hired girl that summer for Mr. and Mrs. Josiah Crawford. Abe worked for them off and on. One afternoon he finished his ch.o.r.es early, and Mrs. Crawford sent him home.
Abe was glad. Josiah had lent him a new book--a life of George Washington--and he wanted to start reading it.
When he reached the Lincoln cabin, he found Betsy and Mathilda waiting outside for their mother. She stood before the mirror in the cabin putting on her sunbonnet.
"Your pa and Dennis have gone squirrel hunting," she said, as she tied the strings in a neat bow beneath her chin. "The gals and I are going to visit a new neighbor. Will you keep an eye on Johnny and put some "taters on to boil for supper?"
"Oh, Ma, not potatoes again?"
"They will be right tasty with a mess of squirrel. Before you put the "taters on--"
Abe patted the book inside his shirt front. "I can read?" he asked.
"You can, after you go down to the horse trough and wash your head."
"Wash my head? How come?" Abe wailed.
"Take a look at that ceiling, and you"ll know how come. See that dark spot? Your head made that. You"re getting so tall you b.u.mp into the ceiling every time you climb into the loft."
Abe rolled his eyes upward. "If some of that learning I"ve got cooped up in my head starts leaking out, how can I help it?"
Sarah refused to be put off by any of his foolishness. "When you track dirt into the house, I can wash the floor," she said. "But I can"t get to the ceiling so easy. It needs a new coat of whitewash, but there"s no use in doing it if your head ain"t clean."
"All right," said Abe meekly.