for, as another has truthfully expressed it, “honors such as Offut accorded to Abe were to be won before they were worn at New Salem.”
In the neighborhood of the village, or rather a few miles to the south-west, lay a strip of timber called Clary's Grove.
The boys who lived there were a terror to the entire region — seemingly a necessary product of frontier civilization.
They were friendly and good-natured; they could trench a pond, dig a bog, build a house; they could pray and fight, make a village or create a state.
They would do almost anything for sport or fun, love or necessity.
Though rude and rough, though life's forces ran over the edge of the bowl, foaming and sparkling in pure deviltry for deviltry's sake, yet place before them a poor man who needed their aid, a lame or sick man, a defenceless woman, a widow, or an orphaned child, they melted into sympathy and charity at once.
They gave all they had, and willingly toiled or played cards for more.
Though there never was under the sun a more generous parcel of rowdies, a stranger's introduction was likely to be the most unpleasant part of his acquaintance with them.
They conceded leadership to one Jack Armstrong
, a hardy, strong, and well-developed specimen of physical manhood, and under him they were in the habit of “cleaning out” New Salem whenever his order went forth to do so. Offut and “Bill” Clary
-the latter skeptical of Lincoln
's strength and agility — ended a heated discussion in the store one day over the new clerk's ability to meet the tactics of Clary's Grove, by a bet of ten dollars that Jack