<h2>CHAPTER VIII</h2>
<h3><span class="smcap">Moving to Illinois</span></h3>
<div class='center'><br/>"FOLLOWING THE RIVER"</div>
<p>Thomas Lincoln had become restless again.
Fourteen years was a long time for him to live
in one place. Abe was seven years old when
they came over from Kentucky, and he was now
nearly twenty-one. During that time Thomas
had lost his wife, Nancy, and his only daughter,
who bore her mother's name. While the land he
had chosen was fertile enough, the want of water
had always been a sad drawback. The desire to
try his fortunes in a newer country had taken
possession of him.</p>
<p>John Hanks had gone to Illinois, and had
written back that everything was more favorable
there for making a living. Thomas Lincoln
had not been successful in Indiana. His
children's prospects seemed to be against them.
After working as a hired hand on the surrounding
farms, Abe had served for a time as a ferryman,
and, working by the river, had learned to<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</SPAN></span>
build the boat with which he had earned his first
dollar.</p>
<p>As George Washington longed to go to sea,
Abraham Lincoln seems to have yearned to
"follow the river." He tried to hire out as
deck hand, but his age was against him. He
soon had a chance to go "down river" to New
Orleans, with his friend, Allen Gentry, the son
of the man for whom Gentryville was named.
Allen afterward married Kate Roby. A flatboat
belonging to Allen's father was loaded with
bacon and other farm merchandise for the
southern market. Allen went in charge of the
expedition, and young Lincoln was engaged as
"bow hand." They started in April, 1828.
There was nothing to do but steer the unwieldy
craft with the current. The flatboat was made
to float down stream only. It was to be broken
up at New Orleans and sold for lumber.</p>
<p>The two young men from Indiana made the
trip without incident until they came to the
plantation of Madame Duchesne, six miles from
Baton Rouge, where they moored their raft for
the night. There they heard the stealthy footsteps
of midnight marauders on board.</p>
<p>Young Gentry was first aroused. He sprang<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</SPAN></span>
up and found a gang of lawless negroes on deck,
evidently looking for plunder, and thinking so
many of them could easily cow or handle the two
white men.</p>
<p>"Bring the guns, Abe!" shouted Allen.
"Shoot them!" Abraham Lincoln was among
them, brandishing a club—they had no guns.
The negroes were frightened not only by the
fierce, commanding form of their tall adversary,
but also by his giant strength. The two white
men routed the whole black crew, but Abraham
Lincoln received a wound in the encounter, and
bore the scar of it to his dying day.</p>
<p>The trip required about three months, going
and returning, and the two adventurers from
Gentryville came back in June, with good
stories of their experiences to tell in Jones'
store.</p>
<p>Not long after this Thomas Lincoln, in response
to an urgent invitation from John
Hanks, decided to move to Illinois. It took a
long time, after gathering in the fall crops, for
Thomas Lincoln to have a "vandoo" and sell his
corn and hogs. As for selling his farm, it had
never really belonged to him. He simply turned
it over to Mr. Gentry, who held a mortgage on it.<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</SPAN></span>
It was February, 1830, before the pioneer wagon
got under way. The emigrant family consisted
of Thomas Lincoln and Sarah, his wife, Abraham,
and John Johnston; Sarah and Matilda
Johnston were both married, and, with their
husbands, a young man named Hall and Dennis
Hanks, formed the rest of the party. The
women rode with their household goods in a
great covered cart drawn by two yoke of oxen.</p>
<div class='center'><br/>A TRAVELING PEDDLER</div>
<p>Merchant Jones, for whom Abe had worked
that fall and winter, after his return from New
Orleans, sold the young man a pack of "notions"
to peddle along the road to Illinois. "A
set of knives and forks," related Mr. Jones'
son afterward, "was the largest item on the bill.
The other items were needles, pins, thread, buttons,
and other little domestic necessities. When
the Lincolns reached their new home, Abraham
wrote back to my father stating that he had
doubled his money on his purchases by selling
them along the road. Unfortunately we did not
keep that letter, not thinking how highly we
would prize it afterward."</p>
<p>In the early days of his presidency, an international<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</SPAN></span>
problem came before the cabinet which
reminded Mr. Lincoln of an experience he had
on this journey, so he told the several secretaries
this story:</p>
<p>"The situation just now reminds me of a fix
I got into some thirty years ago when I was
peddling 'notions' on the way from Indiana to
Illinois. I didn't have a large stock, but I
charged large prices and I made money. Perhaps
you don't see what I am driving at.</p>
<p>"Just before we left Indiana and were crossing
into Illinois we came across a small farmhouse
full of children. These ranged in age
from seventeen years to seventeen months, and
were all in tears. The mother of the family was
red-headed and red-faced, and the whip she held
in her right hand led to the inference that she
had been chastising her brood. The father of
the family, a meek-looking, mild-mannered, tow-headed
chap, was standing at the front door—to
all appearances waiting his turn!</p>
<p>"I thought there wasn't much use in asking
the head of that house if she wanted any 'notions.'
She was too busy. It was evident that
an insurrection had been in progress, but it was
pretty well quelled when I got there. She saw<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</SPAN></span>
me when I came up, and from her look I thought
she surmised that I intended to interfere. Advancing
to the doorway—roughly pushing her
husband aside—she demanded my business.</p>
<p>"'Nothing, ma'am,' I answered as gently as
possible. 'I merely dropped in, as I came along,
to see how things were going.'</p>
<p>"'Well, you needn't wait,' she said in an irritated
way; 'there's trouble here, and lots of it,
too, but I kin manage my own affairs without
the help of outsiders. This is jest a family row,
but I'll teach these brats their places if I hev to
lick the hide off every one of them. I don't do
much talking, but I run this house, an' I don't
want no one sneakin' round tryin' to find out
how I do it either.'</p>
<p>"That's the case here with us. We must let
the other nations know that we propose to settle
our family row in our own way, an' teach these
brats (the seceding States) their places, and,
like the old woman, we don't want any 'sneakin'
round' by other countries, that would like to find
out how we are going to do it either."</p>
<div class='center'><br/>"WINNING A DOG'S GRATITUDE"</div>
<p>Abe strode along in the mud, driving the four<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</SPAN></span>
oxen much of the time, for the houses he could
visit with his peddler's pack were few and far
between. A dog belonging to one of the family—an
insignificant little cur—fell behind. After
the oxen had floundered through the mud, snow
and ice of a prairie stream, they discovered that
the animal was missing. The other men of the
party thought they could now get rid of the
little nuisance, and even the women were
anxious, as the hour was late, to go on and find a
place to camp for the night. To turn back with
the clumsy ox-team and lumbering emigrant
wagon was out of the question.</p>
<p>Abraham gave the whip to one of the other
men and turned back to see if he could discern
the dog anywhere. He discovered it running up
and down on the other bank of the river, in
great distress, for the swift current was filled
with floating ice and the poor little creature was
afraid to make the attempt to swim across.
After whistling in vain to encourage the dog to
try if it would, the tender-hearted youth went
to its rescue. Referring to the incident himself
afterward, he said:</p>
<p>"I could not endure the idea of abandoning
even a dog. Pulling off shoes and socks, I waded<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</SPAN></span>
across the stream and triumphantly returned
with the shivering animal under my arm. His
frantic leaps of joy and other evidences of a
dog's gratitude amply repaid me for all the exposure
I had undergone."</p>
<div class='center'><br/>SPLITTING THE HISTORIC RAILS</div>
<p>After two weary weeks of floundering through
muddy prairies and jolting over rough forest
roads, now and then fording swollen and dangerous
streams, the Lincolns were met near Decatur,
Illinois, by Cousin John Hanks, and
given a hearty welcome. John had chosen a
spot not far from his own home, and had the
logs all ready to build a cabin for the newcomers.
Besides young Abe, with the strength
of three, there were five men in the party, so
they were able to erect their first home in Illinois
without asking the help of the neighbors, as was
customary for a "raising" of that kind.</p>
<p>Nicolay and Hay, President Lincoln's private
secretaries, in their great life of their chief, gave
the following account of the splitting of the rails
which afterward became the talk of the civilized
world:</p>
<p>"Without the assistance of John Hanks he<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</SPAN></span>
plowed fifteen acres, and split, from the tall
walnut trees of the primeval forest, enough rails
to surround them with a fence. Little did
either dream, while engaged in this work, that
the day would come when the appearance of
John Hanks in a public meeting with two of
these rails on his shoulder, would electrify a
State convention, and kindle throughout the
country a contagious and passionate enthusiasm
whose results would reach to endless generations."</p>
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