en-es  The Story of Abraham Lincoln-Teil 2
Trabajo y Dolor.
En el otoño, inmediatamente después de que Abraham Lincoln cumpliera los ocho años, sus padres dejaron su hogar en Kentucky y se mudaron al condado de Spencer, en Indiana.

Aún no hacía un año desde que Indiana se había convertido en estado. La tierra podía ser comprada muy barata , y el Sr. Lincoln pensó que sería bueno para su familia vivir allí. Además había escuchado que los bosques de Indiana estaban llenos de animales de caza.

No era más que setenta u ochenta millas del viejo hogar al nuevo. Pero parecía muy lejos, de hecho, pasaron muchos días antes de que los viajeros llegaran al final de su viaje. En una parte del camino no había sendero, y los de la mudanza tenían que abrirse paso a través de los espesos bosques.

El niño, Abraham, era alto y muy fuerte para su edad. Ya sabía cómo manejar un hacha, y pocos hombres podían disparar con un rifle mejor que él. Era el ayudante de su padre en todo tipo de trabajo.

Era noviembre cuando la familia llegó al lugar que sería su futuro hogar. El invierno estaba cerca. No había casa, ni refugio de ninguna clase. ¿Qué sería de la paciente y cansada madre y de la gentil hermanita que se habían portado tan valientemente durante el largo y difícil viaje?

Tan pronto como se habían soltado los caballos del carro, Abraham y su padre estaban trabajando con sus hachas. En poco tiempo, construyeron lo que llamaron un "campamento".

Este campamento no era más que un cobertizo rústico, hecho de postes y techado con hojas y ramas. Estaba cerrado sobre tres lados, por lo que el viento frio o las fuertes lluvias del norte y del oeste no podían entrar. El cuarto lado quedó abierto, y frente a este fue construida una fogata.

Este fuego era mantenido encendido todo el tiempo. Calentaba el interior del campamento. Un gran caldero de hierro estaba colgado sobre él por medio de una cadena y una percha, y en este caldero se hervía el graso tocino, la carne de venado, las alubias y el maíz para el almuerzo y la cena de la familia. En las brasas la buena madre asaba deliciosas "corn dodgers" (tortas de maíz) y algunas veces, tal vez, unas cuantas patatas.

En una esquina del campamento estaban los pocos utensilios de cocina y unos cuantos muebles de los que ni siquiera la casa más pobre puede prescindir. El esto del espacio era la sala y el dormitorio de la familia. El suelo estaba cubierto con hojas y sobre ellas estaban extendidas las pieles de venados, osos y otros animales.

Fue en este campamento donde la familia pasó su primer invierno en Indiana ¡Qué frío y deprimente tuvo que haber sido ese invierno! ¡Piense en las noches de tormenta, en el aullido del viento, en la nieve y el granizo y las heladas cortantes! No es de extrañar que, antes de la llegada de los meses de primavera, comenzaran a faltarle las fuerzas a la madre.

Pero fue un invierno intenso para Thomas Lincoln. Todos los días se escuchaba su hacha en el bosque. Estaba despejando la tierra, de forma que en la primavera pudieran plantar en ella maíz y verduras.

Tallaba troncos para su nueva casa, porque ahora había decidido tener algo mejor que una cabaña.

Los bosques estaban llenos de animales salvajes. Era fácil para Abraham y su padre matar muchos animales de caza, y así mantener abastecida a la familia con carne fresca.

Y Abraham, para ser un niño, estaba muy ocupado talando y tallando, cazando y capturando. Y tenía solo poco tiempo para jugar; y, puesto que no tenía compañeros de juego, no podemos saber si ni siquiera quería jugar.

Con su madre, leía una y otra vez las historias de la Biblia la cual a ambos les encantaba. Y, durante el frio, los días de tormenta, cuando no podía dejar el campamento, su madre le enseñaba como escribir.

En la primavera fue levantada la nueva casa. Era solamente una casa de troncos cortados, con una sola habitación abajo y un loft arriba. Pero era mucho mejor que la vieja cabaña en Kentucky, parecía un palacio.

La familia se había cansado tanto de vivir en el "campamento", que se mudaron a la nueva casa antes de que pusieran el suelo, o ninguna puerta colgara en la entrada.

Luego tocó arar, plantar y cavar. Todos estaban ocupados desde el amanecer a la caída de la noche. Había tantos árboles y tocones que quedaba solo poco espacio para que creciera el maíz.

El verano pasó, y llegó el otoño. Entonces la fuerza de la pobre madre cedió. Ella ya no podía seguir con sus tareas domésticas. Dependiendo más y más de la ayuda que sus hijos podían darle.

Finalmente se volvió demasiado débil para dejar su cama. Llamó a su hijo a su lado Puso su brazo sobre él y le dijo: "Abraham, me voy lejos de ti, y nunca más me verás. Yo sé que siempre serás bueno y amable con tu hermana y padre. Intenta vivir como te enseñé, y ama a tu Padre celestial."

El 5 de Octubre ella se durmió, y nunca más despertó.

Bajo un gran sicomoro, a media milla de la casa, los vecinos cavaron la tumba para la madre de Abraham Lincoln. Y allí la enterraron en silencio y con gran pena.

Allí no había sacerdote para realizar los servicios religiosos. En todas esas nuevas tierras no había iglesia; y no se pudo encontrar ningún religioso para decir palabras reconfortantes y de esperanza a los que sufrían en torno a la tumba.

Pero el muchacho, Abraham, recordó un predicador viajante, que habían conocido en Kentucky. El nombre de este predicador era David Elkin. Si solo viniera!

Y así, cuando todo hubo acabado, el chico se sentó y escribió una carta a David Elkin. Él era solamente un niño de nueve años, pero creía que el buen hombre recordaría a su pobre madre, y vendría.

No fue tarea fácil escribir una carta. El papel y la tinta no eran cosas de uso común, como lo son en la actualidad. Una pluma de escribir tenía que estar hecha de la pluma de un ganso.

Pero al fin, la carta fue terminada y enviada. No sé cómo fue transportada, porque los correos eran contados en esos días y los gastos de envío muy elevados. Es más que probable que algún amigo, que fuera a Kentucky, se comprometiera a llevársela al buen predicador.

Pasaron los meses. Las hojas estaban de nuevo en los árboles. Las flores silvestres crecían en los bosques. Finalmente vino el predicador.

Había cabalgado cien millas a caballo; había vadeado ríos y viajado a través de bosques sin caminos; había desafiado los peligros de los bosques vírgenes: todo en respuesta a la suplicante carta del muchacho.

No esperaba ninguna recompensa, salvo la que se le da a todo hombre que cumple su deber. No sabía que vendría un día en que los mayores predicadores del mundo le envidiarían su triste tarea.

Y ahora los amigos y vecinos se reunían de nuevo bajo el gran sicomoro. El sermón del funeral fue predicado. Se cantaron los himnos. Se ofreció una oración. se dijeron palabras de consuelo y compasión.

Desde este momento en adelante la mente de Abraham Lincoln se llenó con un elevado y noble objetivo. En su primera infancia su madre le había enseñado a amar la verdad y la justicia, a ser honesto y recto y a reverenciar a Dios. Esas lecciones no las olvidó nunca.

Mucho tiempo después, cuando el mundo había llegado a conocerlo como un gran hombre, dijo: "Todo lo que soy, o espero ser, se lo debo a mi madre que era un ángel".
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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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Think of the stormy nights, of the shrieking wind, of the snow and the sleet and the bitter frost!
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It is not much wonder if, before the spring months came, the mother's strength began to fail.
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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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He was clearing the ground, so that in the spring it might be planted with corn and vegetables.
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The woods were full of wild animals.
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And Abraham, with chopping and hewing and hunting and trapping, was very busy for a little boy.
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With his mother, he read over and over the Bible stories which both of them loved so well.
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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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There were so many trees and stumps that there was but little room for the corn to grow.
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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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But the boy, Abraham, remembered a traveling preacher, whom they had known in Kentucky.
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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."