Monday, November 16, 2009

1816

"The family moved deeper into the wilderness, to the free state of Indiana. Panther screams and prowling bears filled Abraham's nights with fear. He had just a mite of schooling, yet he loved words the way his papa, a master storyteller, did. He stuffed books inside his shirt. In between splitting wood and plowing, he stood in the field and read. He read some books so many times, he knew whole parts by heart."

"The things I want to know are in books; my best friend is the man who'll git me a book I ain't read."

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