NON-FICTION
Sandburg's Lincoln*
The Story begins in a Kentucky log cabin with one window, one door and a dirt floor. Lying on a pallet of cornhusks and bearskins, on Feb. 12, 1809, a slight, dark, grey-eyed woman with an accented chin and high cheekbones is delivered of a boy baby. A neighbor's kid runs down the road to see. "What you goin' to name him, Nancy?" Nancy Hanks Lincoln says, "Abraham, after his grandfather. . . . Be keerful, Dennis, fur you air the fust boy he's ever seen."...
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