This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ...coln Frontispiece From a portrait from life FACING PAGE Lincoln as a Lawyer 64 From a daguerreotype owned by Robert T. Lincoln Mrs. Lincoln 78 From a rare daguerreotype Leaders of the Civil War 168 Lincoln, Porter, Farragut, Sherman, Thomas, Grant, and Sheridan Are we nearly there, Tom? Purty nigh, I reckon. If we ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ...coln Frontispiece From a portrait from life FACING PAGE Lincoln as a Lawyer 64 From a daguerreotype owned by Robert T. Lincoln Mrs. Lincoln 78 From a rare daguerreotype Leaders of the Civil War 168 Lincoln, Porter, Farragut, Sherman, Thomas, Grant, and Sheridan Are we nearly there, Tom? Purty nigh, I reckon. If we only had a trail, we could make it easy by sundown. The speakers were a pioneer woman and her husband, in the wilds of Kentucky. The time was a little over a century ago. The woman was perched insecurely on the seat of a prairie schooner a clumsy-looking wagon with bulging white canvas top, drawn by two patient oxen. Her husband trudged on ahead of the team, striving to clear some sort of a road. But it was slow work at best; and even the lumbering beasts had to stop from time to time to await his efforts. The man, Tom Lincoln, was clad in rough homespun with fringed leggings, moccasins on his feet, and a coon-skin cap on his head. His tall, spare, but vigorous frame was that of the typical frontiersman. By the side of his wife, in the wagon, were two children a girl of about seven and a boy two years younger. Nancy, the little girl, was plainly tired out from their toilsome journey; but her small brother, Abraham, still looked about him with eyes of interest. It was a wild and picturesque country that they were traversing one which, a few short years before, had been held by the Indians as one of their favorite hunting grounds, and occasional bands still wandered that way. The woods were full of wild fowl and other small game, to say nothing of occasional bear and deer. The land was rolling, and cut across by gullies or ravines, down one of which, as they neared their destination, a swift, clear stream made its way. Knob Creek was its name, ..
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