en-de  The Story of Abraham Lincoln-Teil 2 Easy
Arbeit und Leid.
Im Herbst, kurz nachdem Abraham Lincoln acht Jahre alt geworden war, verließen seine Eltern ihr Haus in Kentucky und zogen nach Spencer County in Indiana.

Es war noch kein Jahr her, dass Indiana ein Bundesstaat geworden war. Land konnte sehr günstig erworben werden, und Mr. Lincoln dachte, dass er dort seiner Familie ein gutes Leben bieten könnte. Er hatte auch gehört, dass es in den Wäldern von Indiana viel Wild gab.

Es war nicht weiter als siebzig oder achtzig Meilen von der alten in die neue Heimat. Doch tatsächlich schien es sehr weit weg zu sein, und es dauerte viele Tage, bis die Reisenden das Ende ihrer Fahrt erreichten. Auf einem Teil des Wegs gab es keine Straße, und die Siedler mussten sich einen Weg durch die dichten Wälder bahnen.

Der Junge, Abraham, war groß und sehr stark für sein Alter. Er wusste schon, wie man mit einer Axt umging, und wenige Männer konnten mit einem Gewehr besser schießen als er. Er war der Helfer seines Vater bei allen möglichen Arbeiten.

Es war November, als die Familie zu dem Ort kam, der ihr zukünftiges Zuhause werden sollte. Der Winter stand kurz bevor. Es gab weder ein Haus, noch irgendeinen Unterschlupf. Was würde aus der geduldigen, erschöpften Mutter werden und der sanften kleinen Schwester, die sich während der langen, harten Reise so tapfer geschlagen hatten?

Kaum waren die Pferde vom Wagen abgespannt, als Abraham und sein Vater bei ihrer Arbeit mit den Äxten waren. In kurzer Zeit hatten sie das errichtet, was sie "Camp" nannten.

Dieses Camp war nur ein einfacher Schuppen aus Pfählen, der mit Blättern und Zweigen gedeckt war. Es war an drei Seiten geschlossen, sodass die rauen Winde oder die peitschenden Regenfälle aus dem Norden und Westen nicht eindringen konnten. Die vierte Seite wurde offen gelassen, und davor errichtete man ein Feuer.

Dieses Feuer ließ man immer brennen. Es wärmte das Innere des Camps. Mit Hilfe einer Kette und eines Pfostens wurde ein großer Eisenkessel darüber gehängt, und in diesem Kessel wurden für das Abendessen der Familie der fette Speck, das Wildbret, die Bohnen und der Mais gekocht. In der heißen Asche backte die gute Mutter knusprige "Maisfladen" und manchmal vielleicht ein paar Kartoffeln.

An einem Ende des Camps waren die paar Kochutensilien und kleine Einrichtungsgegenstände, ohne die nicht einmal der ärmste Haushalt auskommt. Der Rest des Raumes war das Wohnzimmer für die Familie und das Schlafzimmer. Der Boden war mit Blättern bedeckt, auf denen die Pelze und Felle von Hirschen, Bären und anderen Tieren ausgebreitet wurden.

Die Familie verbrachte in diesem Camp ihren ersten Winter in Indiana. Wie kalt und trostlos muss dieser Winter gewesen sein! Denken Sie nur an die stürmischen Nächte, an den heulenden Wind, an den Schnee und den Schneeregen und den strengen Frost! Es ist nicht weiter verwunderlich, wenn vor den Frühlingsmonaten die Kräfte der Mutter zu schwinden begannen.

Aber es war ein arbeitsreicher Winter für Thomas Lincoln. Jeden Tag hörte man seine Axt in den Wäldern. Er rodete das Land, damit es im Frühjahr mit Mais und Gemüse bepflanzt werden konnte.

Er fällte Bauholz für sein neues Haus; denn er hatte sich nun entschieden, etwas Besseres als eine Blockhütte zu haben.

Die Wälder waren voller wilder Tiere. Für Abraham und seinen Vater war es leicht, viel Wild zu erlegen und so die Familie mit frischem Fleisch zu versorgen.

Und Abraham war mit Hacken, Fällen, Jagen und Fallen stellen sehr beschäftigt, für einen kleinen Jungen. Er hatte nur wenig Zeit zum Spielen, und da er ja keine Spielkameraden hatte, können wir nicht wissen, ob er überhaupt spielen wollte.

Er las immer wieder mit seiner Mutter die Bibelgeschichten, die beide so sehr liebten. Und als er während der kalten, stürmischen Tage das Lager nicht verlassen konnte, lehrte ihn seine Mutter zu schreiben.

Im Frühling wurde das neue Haus errichtet. Es war nur ein behauenes Blockhaus, mit einem Raum unten und oben einem Dachboden. Aber es war so viel besser als die alte Hütte in Kentucky, dass es wie ein Palast erschien.

Der Familie war das Leben im "Camp" so leid, dass sie in das neue Haus einzogen, bevor der Boden gelegt war oder eine Tür in der Türöffnung hing.

Dann kam das Pflügen und das Pflanzen und das Hacken. Jeder war von Tagesanbruch bis zur Dunkelheit beschäftigt. Es gab so viele Bäume und Baumstümpfe, dass es kaum Platz für den Getreideanbau gab.

Der Sommer ging vorbei und der Herbst kam. Dann ging die Kraft der armen Mutter zu Ende. Sie konnte sich nicht mehr länger ihren Haushaltspflichten zuwenden. Sie war mehr und mehr auf die Hilfe angewiesen, die ihr ihre Kinder geben konnten.

Schließlich wurde sie zu schwach, um ihr Bett zu verlassen. Sie rief ihren Jungen zu sich. Sie legte ihre Arme um ihn und sagte: "Abraham, ich gehe jetzt fort von dir, und du wirst mich nie wieder sehen. Ich weiß, dass du immer artig und freundlich zu deiner Schwester und deinem Vater sein wirst. Versuch, so zu leben, wie ich dich gelehrt habe und deinen Vater im Himmel zu lieben."

Am 5. Oktober schlief sie ein, um niemals wieder aufzuwachen.

Die Nachbarn gruben unter einem großen Platanenbaum, eine halbe Meile vom Haus entfernt, das Grab für die Mutter von Abraham Lincoln. Und dort begruben sie sie in aller Stille und großer Trauer.

Dort gab es keinen Pfarrer, der Gottesdienste abhalten konnte. Es gab keine Kirche in dem ganzen neuen Land, und kein heiliger Mann konnte gefunden werden, der den um das Grab herum versammelten Trauernden Trost und Hoffnung zusprechen konnte.

Aber der Junge, Abraham, erinnerte sich an einen Reiseprediger, den sie in Kentucky gekannt hatten. Der Name dieses Predigers war David Elkin. Wenn er nur käme!

Und so, als alles vorbei war, setzte sich der Junge hin und schrieb einen Brief an David Elkin. Er war nur ein Kind von neun Jahren, aber er glaubte, dass der gute Mann sich an seine arme Mutter erinnern und kommen würde.

Es war keine leichte Aufgabe, einen Brief zu schreiben. Papier und Tinte waren keine alltäglichen Dinge, wie sie es bei uns sind. Ein Schreibstift musste aus der Feder einer Gans hergestellt werden.

Aber endlich war der Brief fertig und weggeschickt. Wie er befördert wurde, weiß ich nicht, denn die Postämter waren damals dünn gesät und die Portogebühren sehr hoch. Es ist mehr als wahrscheinlich, dass irgendein Freund, der nach Kentucky ging, es in Angriff nahm, um ihn schließlich dem guten Prediger zu überreichen.

Monate gingen vorüber. Die Blätter waren wieder an den Bäumen. Die wilden Blumen blühten in den Wäldern. Endlich kam der Pfarrer.

Er war hundert Meilen zu Pferd geritten; er hatte Flüsse durchquert, und war durch unwegsame Wälder gereist; er hatte sich die Gefahren des wilden Waldes zugetraut: alles als Antwort auf den flehentlichen Brief des Jungen.

Er hatte keine Hoffnung auf eine Belohnung, nur auf das, was jedem gegeben wird, der seine Pflicht erfüllt. Er wusste nicht, dass eine Zeit kommen würde, da die größten Prediger in der Welt ihn um seine traurige Aufgabe beneiden würden.

Und nun versammelten sich die Freunde und Nachbarn wieder unter der großen Platane. Die Beerdigungspredigt wurde gehalten. Hymnen wurden gesungen. Ein Gebet wurde dargebracht. Trostworte und Worte des Mitgefühls wurden gesprochen.

Von dieser Zeit an waren Abraham Lincolns Gedanken von einem hohen und edlen Ziel beseelt. In seiner frühesten Kindheit hatte ihn seine Mutter gelehrt, Wahrheit und Gerechtigkeit zu lieben, ehrlich und redlich inmitten der Menschen zu sein und Gott zu verehren. Diese Lehrstunden hat er nie vergessen.

Lange danach, als die Welt ihn als einen sehr großen Mann wahrgenommen hatte, sagte er: "Alles, was ich bin oder zu sein hoffe, verdanke ich meiner engelsgleichen Mutter".
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Work and Sorrow.
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It was not yet a year since Indiana had become a state.
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He had heard also that game was plentiful in the Indiana woods.
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It was not more than seventy or eighty miles from the old home to the new.
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The boy, Abraham, was tall and very strong for his age.
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He already knew how to handle an ax, and few men could shoot with a rifle better than he.
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He was his father's helper in all kinds of work.
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It was in November when the family came to the place which was to be their future home.
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Winter was near at hand.
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There was no house, nor shelter of any kind.
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In a short time they had built what they called a "camp."
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This camp was but a rude shed, made of poles and thatched with leaves and branches.
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The fourth side was left open, and in front of it a fire was built.
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This fire was kept burning all the time.
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It warmed the interior of the camp.
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The rest of the space was the family sitting-room and bed-room.
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It was in this camp that the family spent their first winter in Indiana.
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How very cold and dreary that winter must have been!
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But it was a busy winter for Thomas Lincoln.
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Every day his ax was heard in the woods.
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The woods were full of wild animals.
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In the spring the new house was raised.
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It was only a hewed log house, with one room below and a loft above.
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But it was so much better than the old cabin in Kentucky that it seemed like a palace.
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Then came the plowing and the planting and the hoeing.
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Everybody was busy from daylight to dark.
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The summer passed, and autumn came.
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Then the poor mother's strength gave out.
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She could no longer go about her household duties.
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She had to depend more and more upon the help that her children could give her.
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At length she became too feeble to leave her bed.
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She called her boy to her side.
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I know that you will always be good and kind to your sister and father.
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Try to live as I have taught you, and to love your heavenly Father."
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On the 5th of October she fell asleep, never to wake again.
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And there they buried her in silence and great sorrow.
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There was no minister there to conduct religious services.
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The name of this preacher was David Elkin.
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If he would only come!
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And so, after all was over, the lad sat down and wrote a letter to David Elkin.
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It was no easy task to write a letter.
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Paper and ink were not things of common use, as they are with us.
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A pen had to be made from the quill of a goose.
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But at last the letter was finished and sent away.
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Months passed.
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The leaves were again on the trees.
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The wild flowers were blossoming in the woods.
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At last the preacher came.
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He had no hope of reward, save that which is given to every man who does his duty.
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And now the friends and neighbors gathered again under the great sycamore tree.
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The funeral sermon was preached.
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Hymns were sung.
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A prayer was offered.
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Words of comfort and sympathy were spoken.
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From that time forward the mind of Abraham Lincoln was filled with a high and noble purpose.
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These lessons he never forgot.
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Work and Sorrow.
In the autumn, just after Abraham Lincoln was eight years old, his parents left their Kentucky home and moved to Spencer county, in Indiana.

It was not yet a year since Indiana had become a state. Land could be bought very cheap, and Mr. Lincoln thought that he could make a good living there for his family. He had heard also that game was plentiful in the Indiana woods.

It was not more than seventy or eighty miles from the old home to the new. But it seemed very far, indeed, and it was a good many days before the travelers reached their journey's end. Over a part of the way there was no road, and the movers had to cut a path for themselves through the thick woods.

The boy, Abraham, was tall and very strong for his age. He already knew how to handle an ax, and few men could shoot with a rifle better than he. He was his father's helper in all kinds of work.

It was in November when the family came to the place which was to be their future home. Winter was near at hand. There was no house, nor shelter of any kind. What would become of the patient, tired mother, and the gentle little sister, who had borne themselves so bravely during the long, hard journey?

No sooner had the horses been loosed from the wagon than Abraham and his father were at work with their axes. In a short time they had built what they called a "camp."

This camp was but a rude shed, made of poles and thatched with leaves and branches. It was enclosed on three sides, so that the chill winds or the driving rains from the north and west could not enter. The fourth side was left open, and in front of it a fire was built.

This fire was kept burning all the time. It warmed the interior of the camp. A big iron kettle was hung over it by means of a chain and pole, and in this kettle the fat bacon, the venison, the beans, and the corn were boiled for the family's dinner and supper. In the hot ashes the good mother baked luscious "corn dodgers," and sometimes, perhaps, a few potatoes.

In one end of the camp were the few cooking utensils and little articles of furniture which even the poorest house cannot do without. The rest of the space was the family sitting-room and bed-room. The floor was covered with leaves, and on these were spread the furry skins of deer and bears, and other animals.

It was in this camp that the family spent their first winter in Indiana. How very cold and dreary that winter must have been! Think of the stormy nights, of the shrieking wind, of the snow and the sleet and the bitter frost! It is not much wonder if, before the spring months came, the mother's strength began to fail.

But it was a busy winter for Thomas Lincoln. Every day his ax was heard in the woods. He was clearing the ground, so that in the spring it might be planted with corn and vegetables.

He was hewing logs for his new house; for he had made up his mind, now, to have something better than a cabin.

The woods were full of wild animals. It was easy for Abraham and his father to kill plenty of game, and thus keep the family supplied with fresh meat.

And Abraham, with chopping and hewing and hunting and trapping, was very busy for a little boy. He had but little time to play; and, since he had no playmates, we cannot know whether he even wanted to play.

With his mother, he read over and over the Bible stories which both of them loved so well. And, during the cold, stormy days, when he could not leave the camp, his mother taught him how to write.

In the spring the new house was raised. It was only a hewed log house, with one room below and a loft above. But it was so much better than the old cabin in Kentucky that it seemed like a palace.

The family had become so tired of living in the "camp," that they moved into the new house before the floor was laid, or any door hung at the doorway.

Then came the plowing and the planting and the hoeing. Everybody was busy from daylight to dark. There were so many trees and stumps that there was but little room for the corn to grow.

The summer passed, and autumn came. Then the poor mother's strength gave out. She could no longer go about her household duties. She had to depend more and more upon the help that her children could give her.

At length she became too feeble to leave her bed. She called her boy to her side. She put her arms about him and said: "Abraham, I am going away from you, and you will never see me again. I know that you will always be good and kind to your sister and father. Try to live as I have taught you, and to love your heavenly Father."

On the 5th of October she fell asleep, never to wake again.

Under a big sycamore tree, half a mile from the house, the neighbors dug the grave for the mother of Abraham Lincoln. And there they buried her in silence and great sorrow.

There was no minister there to conduct religious services. In all that new country there was no church; and no holy man could be found to speak words of comfort and hope to the grieving ones around the grave.

But the boy, Abraham, remembered a traveling preacher, whom they had known in Kentucky. The name of this preacher was David Elkin. If he would only come!

And so, after all was over, the lad sat down and wrote a letter to David Elkin. He was only a child nine years old, but he believed that the good man would remember his poor mother, and come.

It was no easy task to write a letter. Paper and ink were not things of common use, as they are with us. A pen had to be made from the quill of a goose.

But at last the letter was finished and sent away. How it was carried I do not know; for the mails were few and far between in those days, and postage was very high. It is more than likely that some friend, who was going into Kentucky, undertook to have it finally handed to the good preacher.

Months passed. The leaves were again on the trees. The wild flowers were blossoming in the woods. At last the preacher came.

He had ridden a hundred miles on horseback; he had forded rivers, and traveled through pathless woods; he had dared the dangers of the wild forest: all in answer to the lad's beseeching letter.

He had no hope of reward, save that which is given to every man who does his duty. He did not know that there would come a time when the greatest preachers in the world would envy him his sad task.

And now the friends and neighbors gathered again under the great sycamore tree. The funeral sermon was preached. Hymns were sung. A prayer was offered. Words of comfort and sympathy were spoken.

From that time forward the mind of Abraham Lincoln was filled with a high and noble purpose. In his earliest childhood his mother had taught him to love truth and justice, to be honest and upright among men, and to reverence God. These lessons he never forgot.

Long afterward, when the world had come to know him as a very great man, he said: "All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother."