"When his tasks ended, his studies became the chief pleasure of his
life. In all the intervals of his work--in which he never took
delight, knowing well enough that he was born for something better
than that, he read, wrote, and ciphered incessantly. His reading was
naturally limited by his opportunities, for books were among the
rarest of luxuries in that region and time. But he read everything he
could lay his hands upon, and he was certainly fortunate in the few
books of which he became the possessor. It would hardly be possible to
select a better handful of classics for a youth in his circumstances
than the few volumes he turned with a nightly and daily hand--the
Bible, "Aesop's Fables," "Robinson Crusoe," "The Pilgrim's Progress,"
a history of the United States, and Weem's "Life of Washington". These
were the best, and these he read over and over till he knew them
almost by heart. But his voracity for anything printed was insatiable.
He would sit in the twilight and read a dictionary as long as he could
see. He used to go to David Turnham's, the town constable, and devour
the "Revised Statutes of Indiana," as boys in our day do the "Three
Guardsmen." Of the books he did not own he took voluminous notes,
filling his copy-book with choice extracts, and poring over them until
they were fixed in his memory. He could not afford to waste paper upon
his original compositions. He would sit by the fire at night and cover
the wooden shovel with essays and arithmetical exercises, which he
would shave off and then begin again. It is touching to think of this
great-spirited child, battling year after year against his evil star,
wasting his ingenuity upon devices and makeshifts, his high
intelligence starving for want of the simple appliances of education,
that are now offered gratis to the poorest and most indifferent. He
did a man's work from the time he left school; his strength and
stature were already far beyond those of ordinary men. He wrought his
appointed tasks ungrudgingly, though without enthusiasm; but when his
employer's day was over his own began."
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