he larger part of our information concerning Abraham Lincoln's boyhood is
derived from his own brief reference to that period, and from the self-centred
statements of his cousin, Dennis Hanks. These, and other historical fragments,
have been worked over and presented so repeatedly that sometimes we forget how
really meagre are the underlying data. In the winter of 1909 I came into
possession of an entirely new source of information concerning Lincoln's
boyhood. In a remote corner of the Ozark Mountains in Arkansas, I found a man
whose mother, a cousin of Lincoln, had passed her childhood with him in his
father's family, and had preserved a store of family history, tradition, and
anecdote concerning those early years. Since that time I have intended to make
this information public, but the nomadic and very busy life of a civil engineer
has heretofore prevented.
The family of Thomas Lincoln, father of Abraham, while in their Indiana home,
consisted of his two children, Abraham and Sarah, and a flock of orphaned, or
partly orphaned, children from at least four different families. Among these
was a niece, Sophie Hanks, just a month younger than Abraham, who lived in the
family of Thomas Lincoln until she was married. The remainder of her life,
except for a visit to Indiana, was spent in primitive Ozark Mountain
communities, separated from the companions of her childhood. The records of her
recollections of Lincoln's early years and of the family life of Thomas Lincoln
are very largely separate from and independent of all other sources. Sophie
Hanks died in November, 1895, but her three children, living in different
localities in the Ozarks, have retained a part of the information they received
from her.
Sophie Hanks's mother, Sarah or Polly Hanks, was a sister of Lincoln's mother.
Though she never married she had six children, all of whom lived to maturity,
bearing their mother's name.
The discovery of the family came about in this manner. The most interesting
vacation adventures I ever have experienced have resulted from trips into
regions unknown to me, and without any specific destination. During the winter
of 1908 and 1909, while engaged in planning the reclamation of the 'Sunk Lands'
of northeast Arkansas, I spent one of these vacation periods on a short trip of
exploration in the Ozarks. These mountains as a whole are monotonous rounded
hills covered with scrub timber; but there is one section in northwest
Arkansas, of perhaps a thousand square miles, not crossed by any railroad,
where one finds canons with lichen-covered walls, steep mountainsides where
cedar, oak, and beech grow with a luxuriance not seen in more northern
latitudes, and where the mountain scenery will compare in beauty with anything
the eastern states can offer. I had heard vaguely of the attractions of this
region, had once before penetrated a corner of it, and on this occasion set out
in that general direction.
The next morning found me on an Iron Mountain train, following the banks of the
white River toward the summit of the Ozarks, with a ticket that would pacify
the conductor until about noon. Noon came, but, as the rounded, weather-worn
mountain-tops seemed to offer small chance for adventure, I continued during
the afternoon paying the fare in cash, a station at a time, hoping for
something to turn up. Nothing did turn up, and when, about sunset, I saw a
stage awaiting the arrival of the train at the little station of Bergman, I
decided to rest my chances for interesting developments with this other mode of
travel. The stage was bound for the village of Harrison. That we were still in
the land of culture and refinement was evident from an advertisement by the
roadside which read, 'When you get to town, take a bath at the Midway Hotel.'
The hotel was not disappointing, and neither was the rangy saddle horse on
which I started early next morning for a trip farther into the mountains. We
passed rolling hills with their groves and well-kept farms, and the little town
of Gaither, a peaceful, sleepy burg at the foot of the mountain; then a long
road over the mountain, with a glorious view from the top in the soft gray
morning; and finally down into the valley of Buffalo Creek.
That day on Buffalo Creek would have compensated for many a futile vacation
adventure. There were sheer lichen-covered walls hundreds of feet high,
sweeping in great curves with the bends of the creek; crevices and smaller
creek valleys densely grown with cedar and hard woods; and here and there,
perched in a cranny of the hills, a log cabin overflowing with children. I
stopped for dinner at one of these. There were the great stone fireplace, the
hand-made hickory furniture, hand-woven baskets, and puncheon floors, all a
reproduction, I suppose, of a typical English cabin of three hundred years ago;
and there were archaic forms of speech which even in Shakespeare's day had
disappeared from all but uncultured or primitive communities. After dinner I
sat for a time by the fireplace, talking with the father and telling stories to
the children, who had never heard of Mother Goose.
During the afternoon the road climbed upward, crossing the creek from side to
side, and toward evening the canon was not so deep. Stopping at one of the
cabins, I was informed that at Low Gap I could cross the mountain-range and
reach another valley. Not wanting to retrace my path, I left the creek, and was
fortunate to reach the gap after nightfall, for a heavy snowstorm came on,
covering the trails. The night was spent at a log cabin, where an Irish boy
from Chicago was 'holding down a government claim' during his mother's absence.
The next forenoon's travel was through another valley or canon, not so deep,
but more picturesque, with many shady cliffs and little waterfalls, finally
widening to a flat valley, perhaps a mile wide, occupied by farms. Then, just
before noon, came the little town of Jasper, the seat of Newton County,
distinguished as the only county in Arkansas which has never been invaded by a
railroad.
The village hotel at Jasper evidently was a residence, remodeled to care for
guests. These consisted of the village schoolmaster, an occasional
timber-cruiser, lawyers and litigants during terms of court, and at intervals a
traveling man. Our landlady's husband served as physician--'practising physic,'
he called it--for the village and for a large surrounding country. The people
were so abominably healthy, however, that in a tributary population of perhaps
five thousand, there was at that time but one patient, a case of chronic
stomach trouble; so the doctor's wife helped out the family revenues by keeping
a hotel.
II.
It was the 15th of February, 1909, and on the hotel table lay a recent copy of
the St Louis Globe-Democrat, with a description of the dinner given the week
before at Springfield, Illinois, commemorating the centennial of Lincoln's
birth. The doctor apparently noticed my interest in this account, and when
conversation had become established, he made a remark which seemed to indicate
that he knew something of Lincoln. To my direct question he replied, 'Why, yes,
my mother grew up with Abe Linkhorn. When I was a baby Abe held me in his arms
and nursed me.' Further questions convinced me that here surely was a man of
good intentions.
A snowstorm outside, and the fact that I had already made twenty miles over
mountain roads and trails, offered sufficient excuse for postponing the further
journey until the next day; so, with the horse cared for, I settled down for an
afternoon and evening's visit. As the doctor provided wood for the hotel and
helped in the preparation of the meals, our conversation was frequently broken.
The schoolmaster, too, interrupted, expressing his scorn for so humble a source
of information. Ida Tarbell knew all about Lincoln, he said, and had written it
in a MAGAZINE.
The doctor answered questions willingly, but I found I did not know what to
ask. With but superficial knowledge of Lincoln's boyhood and family history,
nearly all details were new to me, and the fragments of the latter were without
special significance. When I left next morning, therefore, it was with the
promise that I might come again, and I resolved in the meantime to know more
about my subject.
A second visit was made in May, at which time the doctor accompanied me by
horse and buggy to Limestone Valley, thirty miles farther into the mountains,
where we visited his half-sister, Mrs. Nancy Davidson, and her husband. She
told more of Lincoln and also allowed me to search through an old wooden chest
that had been her mother's. A letter in this chest from Dennis HanKs referred
to another of Lincoln's semi-adopted brothers as having moved many years before
to Douglas County, Oregon. Correspondence with all the postmasters in Douglas
County located this branch of the family near the little town of Riddles. My
wife was about to start on a trip through the West, and stopped at Riddles,
securing such information as was available from John Hanks, who also, in his
boyhood, had known Lincoln, A trip through the Ozark Mountains in Missouri
finally located the doctor's half-brother, John Lynch, and his wife, in a
little cabin a few miles east of the old town of Iron Mountain. Mr. Lynch was
very old, and while he fully substantiated the fact of his mother's early life
with Lincoln, his memory was fading and he could add few new facts.
During 1909 and 1910 a search in the Congressional Library at Washington for
data concerning Lincoln's boyhood was followed by correspondence with the
doctor, and his remembrance was recorded touching many points of interest.
Then, in July, 1910, on a third visit, we took a two days' trip by team and
buggy up Buffalo Creek. On this occasion a few remaining points were discussed.
The doctor's wife is much younger than he, and has a more creative memory and
well-developed imaginative powers, capable of filling in any gaps which may
occur in memory. The data furnished by her properly belong to a less limited
type of narrative, and are not included in this account. I have endeavored
fully to recognize the obligation of historical accuracy, and have striven to
avoid any unjustified appearance of consistency or precision in the account.
All of the information, except as otherwise noted, was furnished by the
doctor.
The doctor is a tall, sparely built man, with stooping shoulders. In wearing a
red handkerchief about his neck, instead of a tie, as well as in other features
of his dress, he conformed to the customs of the Ozark country. He was born in
Dubois County, Indiana, December 26, 1843. In the spring of 1847 he moved from
Indiana to St. Francis County, Missouri. Before the Civil War he went to school
two or three months each year. During the war schooling was interrupted; but
after its close he had two years more of six months each. Then, from 1868 to
1874, he taught school for seven months each year, four months in the public
schools and three months in 'subscription schools.' 'While I was teaching
school, I was studying medicine at every chance, and in 1875 I went in with Dr.
Thompson as full partner in the practice of physic, and have been in active
practice ever since.'
Since 1874 he has lived in Jasper, Arkansas, until shortly after I met him,
when he moved to Harrison, Arkansas, giving up his practice. As he left Jasper
for his new home, he forded Buffalo Creek, and threw his medicine case away
into the swift water. For nearly half a century he had fought that mountain
stream, winter and summer, in flood and during low water. He told me of wild
night-rides over the mountain trials, of his terror-stricken horse pursued by a
panther that followed close by, but apparently did not dare to attack; of
making long detours for swollen streams, leading his horse along obscure
mountain paths, skirting narrow ledges, or tearing through tangles of
undergrowth. Twenty or thirty miles from home these trips would sometimes take
him. On reaching his patient, he generally found a primitive log cabin, open to
the weather, absolutely lacking in sanitary provisions and lacking also in
knowledge of cooking beyond corn-bread and pork and a few other primitive
foods. He was doctor, surgeon, nurse, cook, and often housekeeper.
The doctor and his family were independent people, living within their
resources and asking odds of no one. The doctor's father, although urged by his
wife to vote for Lincoln, refused to do so. John Lynch, the doctor's
half-brother, also voted against Lincoln in 1869. He gave as his reason that
his father was a Whig, 'and you know a boy is usually what his father is.' He
was a soldier in the Civil War, and nearly died there. He was proud that only
once did he ever try to profit by his relationship to the President. On that
occasion he whipped an officer who had insulted him, and fearing that he would
be court-martialed and shot, he made known his relationship.
Such are the sources of our information. The new facts collected about
Lincoln's boyhood are not numerous. As important perhaps are the information
concerning his father, and an accurate picture of the conditions of family life
under which he lived.
III.
It is only by comparison with its surrounding that we can get a true idea of
the character and the significance of the Lincoln home. The present-day
sod-house of the far western Canadian home-steader is a self-respecting
structure, housing the family and reasonably serving its purpose under
primitive conditions. But if we compare it to even a poorly equipped tenement
house in New York City, the sod-house, in its dirt and its lack of light, air,
and sanitation, seems intolerable. The general conditions in and about the home
of Thomas Lincoln have been described with reasonable accuracy, but through
implied comparison with different conditions of living, they have been made to
appear exceptionally poor and mean. The fact seems to be that Thomas Lincoln in
his home life arrived at about the same stage of development as his neighbors.
If the boy Abraham had grown up in any neighboring home, his habits of life and
his physical surroundings would have been about the same. Modern life has swept
away most of this primitive culture, but to-day, in out-of-the-way regions of
the Ozarks, are still to be found homes where Thomas Lincoln might drop in and
feel at ease.
Commerce, other than neighborhood barter, hardly existed in Thomas Lincoln's
environment. The neighborhood was very nearly complete in itself, furnishing
its own food, cloth, shoes, and farm-equipment. There being no market for corn,
there was little incentive to raise more than could be used at home. This
spirit still lingers in out-of-the-way places, where, in response to the
question, 'How much corn did you raise this year?' I frequently have received
the answer, 'We raised plenty of corn,' or 'All the corn that we need.' The
doctor spoke of the gratification in the early days over an extra large crop,
its significance being that it would not be necessary to raise so much the
following year. With little to buy, and with still less to sell, the
environment seemed to furnish small stimulus to commercial ambition.
Many people have asked how it could come to pass that Lincoln, growing up in a
mean environment, and lacking culture and education, could become 'the first
American,' and interpreter of democracy to all the world. As a primary
essential, he was of sound stock, and had great personal capacity. But that was
not all. Very generally, American public men before Lincoln had grown up in the
environment of slave and free, master and servant, employer and employee, rich
and poor, aristocrat and plebeian. How many of them were born and bred
aristocrats, trying to interpret democracy to America? But Lincoln grew up in a
democracy. The economic equality of his boyhood neighbors would satisfy an
advanced social revolutionist to-day. None were rich, and none without food and
shelter. If one man worked for another, it was to accumulate a stake, that he
might soon become independent. It was not necessary for Abraham Lincoln out of
his mind to create a new conception of democracy. He grew up in a democracy,
observed it, and appreciated it, and then lived and spoke what was in his
heart. As a man, he did his best to do away with the physical limitations of
this boyhood environment by the building of roads and by encouraging industry,
while at the same time endeavoring to retain equality of opportunity. He did
not confuse primitive living with democracy. The primitive environment of
Lincoln's boyhood strongly favored this economic equality. The country was
newly settled by vigorous, adventurous men, who had brought little or no
property with them. There had not been time for separation of those of greater
and less natural ability. There were no immediate traditions of aristocracy or
of servitude. The lack of transportation, of markets, and of cities prevented
the accumulation of wealth, while free land, free fuel and building material,
and abundance of wild game, prevented poverty from being acute. Everyone had to
work for a living, and everyone could get a living by working.
Venison was abundant, but was considered too 'dry' to be palatable, unless
cooked with plenty of pork. Potatoes were not a common food, though they were
occasionally raised. As Lincoln's neighbors were not aware that they could be
gathered and stored for winter use, they were dug from time to time as they
were used, until they froze or rotted in the ground. Very few vegetables were
known. Wild berries and, after some years, apples and peaches were available
during their seasons, but there was no knowledge of canning or preserving by
modern methods. Black-berries and peaches were preserved in the alcohol caused
by their own fermentation, and sometimes apples were sliced and strung on
strings to dry in the sun. Very little wheat was raised, as it had to be cut
with a scythe, threshed with a flail, and carried to some small water-power for
grinding. Corn-meal was made by grinding on hand burrs at home, and later at
the water-mills that were built on small streams all through the country. A few
of the most prosperous people kept milk-cows. During the fall, when hogs were
fattening on nuts and acorns, pork was abundant. At other seasons there were
wild turkey, bear, venison, coon, squirrels, and ground-hogs. Coffee was rare.
The doctor's mother used to tell him of 'the first coffee she ever saw. Her and
Abe was at Uncle Jimmie Gentry's, and they didn't know what it was.'
Clothes were as simple as the food. As the doctor related, 'Abe, after he was
fourteen years old, had a pair of leather pants made from deer-hides. All the
shoes they had were made at home from home-dried hides, one pair a year, and
they came along about Christmas. Abe, after he was grown up, had a shirt of
home-made linen, dyed with walnut bark.'
In reply to my direct question whether the recorded statements of 'Uncle Tom's'
shiftlessness were true, the doctor replied, 'Well, you see, he was like the
other people in that country. None of them worked to get ahead. They wasn't no
market for nothing unless you took it across two or three states. The people
raised just what they needed.'
John Hanks in Oregon expressed himself very strongly as to the comparative
status of Thomas Lincoln. He held that 'Uncle Tom' was not poor as compared
with his neighbors, but that along with them he lived under primitive
conditions.
Not only did Thomas Lincoln meet the usual social and commercial standard of
success, but in two instances he gave evidence of aspiring to a larger life
than his neighborhood afforded. The first case was his effort to bring with him
a boat-load of whiskey from Kentucky to Indiana. The doctor related this story
substantially as it is given in other sources. 'Uncle Tom went ahead of the
family with a boat-load of whiskey. He had several barrels. On the way down
Rolling Fork, I believe it was' (on other occasions the doctor called this
Roaring Fork and Little Fork), 'his boat upset and he came nigh losing all of
his whiskey. He did not lose it all.'
On a later date, after the death of Nancy Hanks Lincoln, and before Thomas
Lincoln married a second time, he tried again to break into a larger field of
activity. To use the doctor's words, 'Uncle Tom left his trade and thought he
would go into the speculatin' business. He made him a flat boat, and bought a
load of pork--mostly on time. Pork was cheap them days. The hogs fattened on
mast' (nuts and acorns), 'and didn't cost them nothing. He started down the
Patocah, and then down the Ohio. He got way down there somewhere by Devil's
Island, and his flat boat upset and he lost everything, and pretty nigh got
drowned himself. He didn't have no boat to come back with, and so he came back
up the river on foot, all the way. Then he went to work at his trade again, and
paid up all his debt.'
The fact that Thomas Lincoln paid his debts after this experience, a labor
which required several years, was repeatedly impressed upon me during my
various visits with the doctor. The family traditions are colored throughout
with a high regard for Thomas Lincoln's character, for his patience, kindness
of heart, and honesty, and his finer sensibilities. Frequent reference was made
to his consideration in disciplining his children. 'Uncle Tom would not whip
Abe or scold him before folk, but he would take him by himself and tend to him
after they was gone. People in them days believed that whipping was good for
children. Ma said she must have been pretty good, because she never got
reproved or scolded very much.'
The doctor outlined Thomas Lincoln's calling in this manner. 'Uncle Tom was a
wheelwright. In them days it was a pretty good trade. You see, in them days
every family had to have a big spinning-wheel and a little wheel. Uncle Tom
made the little wheels. In a family where there were several girls they had
sometimes three or four wheels.' The doctor's sister gave a similar account,
drawing particular attention to the fact that Uncle Tom was a maker of 'little
wheels.'
Perhaps a year after the death of Nancy Hanks Lincoln, Thomas Lincoln made a
short trip to Kentucky, and while there married a widow, a Mrs. Johnson.
'Mother said she was his old sweetheart, before he ever saw Nancy Hanks,'
related the doctor. 'When he went back, I guess he had her in view. When he got
there she was washing in the yard. He went along just like he was walking by,
and leant up against the fence and talked to her. He proposed marriage, and she
said, "I owe too much." "How much?" Uncle Tom asked her, and she replied, "Two
dollars and a half." Uncle Tom volunteered, "If that's all, I'll pay that"; and
the match was made up right there. I've heard mother laughing about that many a
time.'
While Mrs. Johnson was lacking in ready money, yet according to the doctor,
'She was right good for property. She had right smart.' And Uncle Tom brought
back, not only a wife, but a wagonload of her furniture. 'She inquired and
found out all about Uncle Tom, and how he stood in business.' In describing his
possessions, 'Uncle Tom told her all about the bed he had, how it stood so high
from the floor on four corner posts, and had a top bent over so; an' he told
her all about it, like it was a wonderful bed. And I have heerd mother tell
about when his new wife saw that bed. She stood there in the doorway and looked
and looked at it, and then she laughed. She said everything Uncle Tom had told
her was true, but she thought it was some fine bed, and it was only a hickory
one he had made himself. An' the fine top was a hickory pole that come up from
behind the bed, an' he had bent it over and bored a hole in the wall and put it
through the hole. You see, he was a wheelwright, and could do good work at such
things.'
'Mother told me many times,' said the doctor, 'about the first house Uncle Tom
built when he came to Indiana. It was a three-cornered house, made out of three
rows of logs, with a fireplace in one corner.' He lived just through the winter
in this shanty. In talking about it, he called it his 'winter castle.' 'How I
come to know what kind of a house Abe Linkhorn lived in,' said the doctor,
'mother an I was coming from Jasper to limestone Valley one night when we come
to a little house this side of Limestone Valley, and she made me drive around
it. She said it was just like the house Abe Linkhorn lived in. Uncle Tom built
another house afterwards.'
IV.
Abe Lincoln's few schooldays were spent at a 'blab school': that is, one in
which the children 'read out,' Chinese fashion, at the tops of their voices.
During his boyhood nearly all schools in his neighborhood were of that type.
Later the silent school competed for public approval. The supporters of the
'blab-school' idea held that it prepared for actual life; that a child who
could master his lessons in such a din could think and read without distraction
in any other environment. Perhaps the fact that most of these people had no
place to read except in a one-room or two-room log cabin, surrounded by large
family, may have added zest to their partisanship.
The doctor's mother, Sophie Hanks, attended school with Lincoln. She remembered
that it was a long walk, about three and a half miles, and that going and
coming Abe frequently could be heard 'reading out' in the approved manner, so
that he was audible at a considerable distance from the path. Dennis Hanks went
to school at the same time, though for a shorter period than Abe or Sophie.
Sophie Hanks's knowledge of Abe's schooldays was limited to the period in
Indiana, under the teachers Swaney and Crawford, During this period his
attendance never was regular, and he sometimes would be absent for several days
at a time. According to the doctor's sister, when Abe was small, 'just a slip
of a feller,' he was 'to'lable lazy,' and did not like school. The doctor
insisted that Abe was not lazy; 'but he was easy-going.' He was a good hand at
anything he undertook, 'but he didn't hunt work.'
The doctor had a version of Lincoln's discovery of a grammar. 'A school-master
told Linkhorn one day that if he wanted to talk and write correctly he ought to
learn grammar; that that was a standard to show him what speech was right and
correct. Linkhorn didn't know they was such a thing as a standard of speech for
language; and when the schoolmaster told him this, he walked twelve miles to
get a Kirkem's grammar, and he kept it right with him till he knew it by heart.
They wasn't anything in it he didn't know. Kirkem's grammar was putty near a
leading grammar in them days. It was a good grammar because it explained the
reason for everything.'
The tradition is that Abe got so he could 'beat the teacher' at his lessons;
but the doctor remarked, 'I don't reckon he was much of a teacher.' It is also
a part of the account that he 'tried to teacher every day.' But if he did not
like to go to school, he did like to read. He borrowed every book in the
vicinity. Robinson Crusoe he knew by heart. 'You know that was an old fable
years ago,' added the doctor. Among other books Abe read were one or more
ancient histories, a history of the United States, and the Arabian Nights.
The usual opinions to the effect that Abraham Lincoln was a sickly child do not
find support in the stories handed down by the doctor's mother, who grew up
with him. 'He was very firm and straight,' both physically and morally. He
'grew up very early,' and was large for his years. Sophie Hanks evidently was
much impressed with Abe's physical ability. 'If they was anyone that was an
expert at any kind of athletics,' related the doctor, 'Abe could do it better.
I've heerd mother say many time that Abe would stand flat on his feet and lean
back till his head would touch the floor. I got so I could stand on a trundle
bed and lean back till my head touched the bed, but I was always afraid to try
it on the floor for fear I would fall and hurt myself. It was mother telling me
about Abe Linkhorn that started me at it. One of my playmates got so he could
stand on the flat of his feet and reach backwards and touch the ground.'
So much for the noble example. 'He would stand on a corn-cob and turn enunder
it.' I thought to take the opportunity to correct statements which have been
written to the effect that Abe Lincoln was fond of cock-fighting; but the reply
I got to my inquiry was, 'Cock-fighting was very prevalent in those days, and
Abe took considerable interest in it.'
He hunted a great deal. 'I remember mother telling about the first time he
killed a turkey,' related the doctor. 'He brought it home and told the people
all evening about killing that turkey, and when he went to sleep, he talked in
his sleep most of the night about that turkey. The folks deviled him in the
morning for talking about the turkey in his sleep.'
He did not use tobacco as a boy, was not profane, and did not drink whiskey'
except as Uncle Tom would have all the children to drink a dram before
breakfast for health.' John Hanks, of Douglas County, Oregon, remembered the
only time he saw Lincoln touch whiskey. It was at a bee-hunt. Lincoln mixed
some honey with whiskey, tasted it, and said, 'Den, that tastes pretty good.'
His only recorded illness was an occasional attack of malaria. The nickname,
'honest Abe,' attached to him while he was a boy.
Another commonly accepted belief which the doctor vigorously resented is that
which holds Lincoln to have been sober and gloomy. According to the traditions
of this family, he was just the reverse--bright, full of life and of fun, and
very talkative. 'He was quick to learn, forgot nothing, and always wanted to
tell what he knew.' The doctor repeated many times accounts of Abe's weakness
for 'putting in' or interrupting a conversation when, in the relation of some
incident, the truth would be departed from, or some item of the account which
he considered important would be left out. 'And when the company would leave,
Uncle Tom would take Abe and talk to him about "putting in" when older people
were talking.' This tendency to break into a conversation was mentioned as
Abe's outstanding weakness.
He did not like girls' company, but was 'a great fellow to be with the boys.'
He was known for good-nature, even temper, and for seldom becoming angry. He
would go to all the dances in the country, but would not dance. Off at one
side, with the boys gathered around him, he would tell jokes and funny stories,
and would relate what he had read. For their further edification he would turn
handsprings, stand flat-footed, and lean back until his head would touch the
ground (this last item was many times related, and evidently formed a
substantial part of the basis of the doctor's admiration for Lincoln), and
would perform many other athletic stunts. Sometimes at such dances, 'it would
be hard to get enough boys to stand for a set,' because Abe's company was more
interesting. At wrestling, 'nobody ever throwed Abe unless he was a heap bigger
than him.'
The commonly repeated stories about Lincoln's reading by a fireplace at night
are supported by these family accounts. The doctor's sister said, 'I've heerd
mamma tell about how Abe would gather brush of an evening to make a light with
of a night to read by. He would lay down with his feet THERE away from the fire
and his head THERE by the fire, and he would read a long time.' He was an eager
listener. 'Whenever anyone was talking, Abe was right there.' He observed
keenly, and never forgot.
The self-reliance so evident in later life was not absent during Lincoln's
boyhood, as the following story indicates. It was at the time of Thomas
Lincoln's trip down the river after the death of Lincoln's mother, and before
Thomas was married the second time.
'When Uncle Tom went away, he left Abe and his sister and my mother there, and
left one fat hog in the pen. It was a big, fat hog. The way she said, I guess
it would weigh nigh two hundred pounds. He said if they got out of feed, they
could go over and get Mr. Greathouse to kill the hog for them. Mr. Greathouse
was a neighbor and a little o'kin. When the hog was needed, Abe said they
wouldn't go get Greathouse to kill the hog. He said they would kill it
themselves. So Abe went over to Greathouse's when Mr. Greathouse wasn't to
home, and Mrs. Greathouse let him take the gun. He must have been a little
feller, 'cause ma said, when she see him coming the shot-pouch hung almost to
his knee.
'Abe took the gun out to the pen, and pointed it through the rails,--so,--and
took aim and shot the hog dead all right. And then he and my mother went into
the pen and tried to take the hog out. But they couldn't budge it. So they went
and got some boards and put them down in the pen, and they had the water
already hot, and they took the entrails out, an' cut it up right there in the
pen, and carried it out in pieces. And they did a pretty good job.'
John Hanks, the Oregon relative, gave the very confidential information that
'Lincoln was as much of a infidel as anyone could be. I wouldn't like to say
how much; but he was good and moral.' When I quoted this to the doctor on a
later visit, he replied, 'There was a sense in him that he could not narrow
himself to the religion of that time. In them days, if a man doubted the Bible
being exactly true in everything, and if he did not believe in fire and
brimstone, he was called an infidel. Lincoln said he could take some things
from all the churches and make a better church than any of them. If Lincoln was
an infidel, a good part of the people is coming to believe like he did.'
This family's knowledge of Abraham Lincoln fades away where our more complete
knowledge of his life begins. Telling his story of how Lincoln grew up in
Indiana, the doctor concluded,--
And then by and by Uncle Tom's other wife died, and he and Abe went away. They
went to Sangamon County, Illinois, and Abe drove a pair of steers all the way.
We don't know much about Abe's life after he left Indiana, but some of the men
Linkhorn knew in Illinois has written things about his early life. And they has
made mistakes. Some of the things they say is true and some ain't true.' The
doctor recounted sketchily a few items of Lincoln's early days in Illinois.
'And then Abe, he got the post-office over there, an' he got work in the store,
and then bymeby they got him into the legislature. One of the first things he
done while he was a statesman was when they was a bill up to move the capital
from Vandalia to Springfield. The legislatures used to meet then at Vandalia.
One day all the friends of Springfield was away, and they was a quorum and the
sargent was there and wouldn't let anybody out. And they was goin' to pass
their bill while the friends of Springfield wasn't there. And Abe, he went to
the window and hung out and dropped about fourteen feet. And four or five other
fellows followed him, and he busted the quorum that way. But the time the
people begun to find out what Abe was good for, was when he began to have them
talks with Mr. Douglas.'
Several of the places and persons associated with Lincoln's boyhood were more
or less familiar to the doctor. Concerning Thomas Lincoln's neighbor, Mr.
Gentry, he said, 'My mother lived for a short time with him. He thought a sight
of her and Abe. She never had a better friend. She always spoke of him as Uncle
Jimmy Gentry. I think he was a distant relative, and was a good liver for that
time. It seems to me he kept a little store, but I am not sure. Gentry-ville
took its name from him.'
The Johnson boys, sons of Thomas Lincoln's second wife, did not stand high in
the family estimation. Abe found it necessary to restrain his step-brothers
from vulgarity and common coarseness of behavior. In case of dispute, Abe's
word was always taken over theirs. When these stepbrothers tried to explain
themselves out of a scrape, they frequently were confronted with the remark,
'Wait till Abe comes, and then we will know the truth about it.'
When I asked the doctor about the various reports that Abraham Lincoln was an
illegitimate child, he replied, 'Those stories about Abraham Linkhorn being an
illegitimate child are untrue. Aunt Nancy and Uncle Tom were married regular.
But his mother was an illegitimate child. I have always understood that from
what my mother said about it. But my cousin said that his mother told him that
our grandmother Hanks and Linkhorn's mother were half-sisters and also cousins.
My mother never told me that, but I have often heard her say that we were badly
mixed.
"New Light on Lincoln's Boyhood" by Arthur E. Morgan, The Atlantic Monthly, February, 1920; Vol. 125, No. 2 (p.208-218).