{"product_id":"2940157966867","title":"The Story of Abraham Lincoln","description":"Not far from Hodgensville, in Kentucky, there once lived a man whose name was Thomas Lincoln. This man had built for himself a little log cabin by the side of a brook, where there was an ever-flowing spring of water.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was but one room in this cabin. On the side next to the brook there was a low doorway; and at one end there was a large fireplace, built of rough stones and clay.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe chimney was very broad at the bottom and narrow at the top. It was made of clay, with flat stones and slender sticks laid around the outside to keep it from falling apart.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the wall, on one side of the fireplace, there was a square hole for a window. But there was no glass in this window. In the summer it was left open all the time. In cold weather a deerskin, or a piece of coarse cloth, was hung over it to keep out the wind and the snow.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt night, or on stormy days, the skin of a bear was hung across the doorway; for there was no door on hinges to be opened and shut.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was no ceiling to the room. But the inmates of the cabin, by looking up, could see the bare rafters and the rough roof-boards, which Mr. Lincoln himself had split and hewn.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was no floor, but only the bare ground that had been smoothed and beaten until it was as level and hard as pavement.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor chairs there were only blocks of wood and a rude bench on one side of the fireplace. The bed was a little platform of poles, on which were spread the furry skins of wild animals, and a patchwork quilt of homespun goods.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn this poor cabin, on the 12th of February, 1809, a baby boy was born. There was already one child in the family--a girl, two years old, whose name was Sarah.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe little boy grew and became strong like other babies, and his parents named him Abraham, after his grandfather, who had been killed by the Indians many years before.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen he was old enough to run about, he liked to play under the trees by the cabin door. Sometimes he would go with his little sister into the woods and watch the birds and the squirrels.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe had no playmates. He did not know the meaning of toys or playthings. But he was a happy child and had many pleasant ways.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThomas Lincoln, the father, was a kind-hearted man, very strong and brave. Sometimes he would take the child on his knee and tell him strange, true stories of the great forest, and of the Indians and the fierce beasts that roamed among the woods and hills.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor Thomas Lincoln had always lived on the wild frontier; and he would rather hunt deer and other game in the forest than do anything else. Perhaps this is why he was so poor. Perhaps this is why he was content to live in the little log cabin with so few of the comforts of life.","brand":"Patrick Constantin","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47186480660720,"sku":"2940157966867","price":3.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940157966867_p0.jpg?v=1764107462","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940157966867","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}