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.”