plane and shave it off clean, ready for a fresh supply of inscriptions the next day. He often moved about the cabin with a piece of chalk, writing and ciphering on boards and the flat sides of hewn logs.
When every bare wooden surface had been filled with his letters and ciphers he would erase them and being anew.
Thus it was always; and the boy whom dull old Thomas Lincoln
and rustic John Romine
conceived to be lazy was in reality the most tireless worker in all the region around Gentryville
His stepmother told me he devoured everything in the book line within his reach.
If in his reading he came across anything that pleased his fancy, he entered it down in a copy-book — a sort of repository, in which he was wont to store everything worthy of preservation.
“Frequently,” related his stepmother, “he had no paper to write his pieces down on. Then he would put them with chalk on a board or plank, sometimes only making a few signs of what he intended to write.
When he got paper he would copy them, always bringing them to me and reading them.
He would ask my opinion of what he had read, and often explained things to me in his plain and simple language.”
How he contrived at the age of fourteen to absorb information is thus told by John Hanks
: “When Abe and I returned to the house from work he would go to the cupboard, snatch a piece of corn bread, sit down, take a book, cock his legs up as high as his head, and read.
We grubbed, plowed, mowed, and worked together barefooted in the field.
Whenever Abe had a chance in the field while at work, or at the house, he ”