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Bacheller, Irving, 1859-1950

"A Man for the Ages A Story of the Builders of Democracy"


We've had six long, lonesome years on that farm. Not one of our friends
have been out to see us. Sarah was right. Movin' west is a good deal like
dyin' and goin' to another world. It's a pity we didn't settle further
north, but we were tired of travel when we got here. We didn't know which
way to turn and felt as if we'd gone far enough. When we settle down
again, it'll be where we can take some comfort and see lots o' folks
every day."
"Have you decided where to go?" Harry asked.
"I think we shall go with Abe to Springfield."
"That's good. Next year I hope to be admitted to the bar, and I'd like to
settle in Springfield."
For nearly two years Abe Lincoln had been passing the law books that he
had read to Harry before they went back to John T. Stuart.
The gray horses, Colonel and Pete, stood by the fence in the pasture lot
and whinnied as the men passed.
"They know us all right," said Samson. "I guess they feel slighted, but
they've had their last journey. They're about worn out.


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