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The Story of Garfield
Farm-boy, Soldier, and President
The Story of Garfield
Farm-boy, Soldier, and President
The Story of Garfield
Farm-boy, Soldier, and President
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    The Story of Garfield Farm-boy, Soldier, and President - William G. (William Gunion) Rutherford

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    Title: The Story of Garfield

    Farm-boy, Soldier, and President

    Author: William G. Rutherford

    Release Date: May 27, 2007 [EBook #21621]

    Language: English

    *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE STORY OF GARFIELD ***

    Produced by Al Haines

    [Frontispiece: Portrait of James Garfield (missing from book)]

    THE STORY OF GARFIELD

    FARM-BOY, SOLDIER, AND PRESIDENT

    By WILLIAM G. RUTHERFORD

    TWENTY-NINTH THOUSAND

    LONDON:

    THE SUNDAY SCHOOL UNION

    57 AND 59 LUDGATE HILL, E.C.

    1895

    CONTENTS.

    LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

    PORTRAIT OF JAMES GARFIELD (missing) . . . . . . Frontispiece

    THE TREES FELL BEFORE HIS AXE

    TOM BORROWED A HORSE

    SHE DRIED HER TEARS AND ASKED GOD TO SUPPORT HER

    AN AMERICAN FARMSTEAD

    THE CARPENTER SET ABOUT HIS TASK

    HE NEVER TIRED OF READING

    ON BOARD THE CANAL BOAT

    NEGROES STOLEN FROM THE WEST COAST OF AFRICA WERE

    SOLD INTO SLAVERY

    THE DEFENCE OF FORT SUMTER

    GARFIELD AND HIS REGIMENT GOING INTO ACTION

    MRS. JAMES GARFIELD

    THE WHITE HOUSE

    THE STORY OF GARFIELD.

    CHAPTER I.

    THE FAR WEST.

    The United States Sixty Years ago—The Queen City of the West—The Rush for New Lands—Marvellous Growth of American Cities.

    Go to Liverpool or Glasgow, and embark on one of the great ocean steamers, which are constantly crossing the Atlantic. Sail westwards for about a week, and you will reach the eastern shores of the New World.

    If you land at New York, you will find yourself in one of the largest cities on the face of the globe. You will also find the country largely peopled by the same race as yourself, and everywhere you will be addressed in your own language. You may travel for weeks from town to town, and from city to city, until you are lost in wonder at the vast and populous empire which English-speaking people have founded and built up on the other side of the Atlantic.

    Where is the New World of fancy and fiction so graphically described in Indian stories and tales of backwoods life? And where are the vast prairies and almost boundless forests of sober fact, where the bear, the wolf, and the buffalo roamed at will—the famous hunting-grounds of the Red Indians and the trappers of the Old World?

    Where is the Far West of song and story? Where are the scenes of Fenimore Cooper's charming descriptions, which have thrown a halo of romance over the homes of the early settlers who first explored those unknown regions?

    For the most part they are gone for ever, as they appeared to the eyes of the pioneers and pathfinders, who wandered for weeks through the wilderness, without hearing the sound of any human voice but their own. Now on forest and prairie land stand great cities, equal in population and wealth to many famous places, which were grey with age before the New World was discovered. The trading posts, once scattered over a wide region, where Indians and white hunters met to barter the skins of animals for fire-water and gunpowder, have disappeared before the advances of civilisation, and the uninhabited wilderness of fifty years ago has become the centre of busy industries of world-wide fame and importance.

    Sixty years ago, fifteen of the largest cities in the United States had no existence. They were not born. Living men remember when they were first staked out on the unbroken prairie, and the woodsman's axe was busy clearing the ground for the log huts of the first settlers who founded the cities of to-day.

    At that period, Chicago, now a Millionaire city, and the second in America, consisted of a little fort and a few log huts. There was scarcely a white woman in the settlement, and no roads had been constructed. The ground on which the great city now stands could have been bought for the sum now demanded for a few square feet in one of its busy streets.

    No wonder the American people are proud of the Queen City of the West. It stands far inland, a thousand miles from the ocean, and yet it is an important port on the shores of Lake Michigan, and steamers from London can land their cargoes at its quays. More than twenty thousand vessels enter and leave the port in one year. It is the greatest grain and provision market in the world.

    It may with truth be said that in America cities rise up almost in a night-time. The forest and the prairie are one day out of the reach of civilisation, and the next they are one with the throbbing centres of life and progress. The railway, the means of communication, changes all as by a wizard's touch.

    One day the news spread through a certain district, that two lines of railway were to cross at a certain point in the wilderness. Settlers at once crowded to the place, and next day the land was staked out in town lots, with all the details of streets, squares, and market-place. Soon afterwards, shanties were seen on the prairies, moving with all speed, on rollers, towards the new town. On the second day a number of houses were under construction, while the owners camped near by in tents. In a few months hundreds of dwellings had been erected, and a newspaper established to chronicle the doings of the inhabitants.

    The old nations of the earth creep on at snail's pace: the Republic thunders past with the rush of an express, says a recent American writer. Think of it! he continues; a Great Britain and Ireland called forth from the wilderness, as if by magic, in less than the span of a man's few days upon earth.

    This marvellous growth and rapid change from wilderness to cultivation must be known and understood by readers on this side of the Atlantic, they can appreciate the story of a Lincoln or a Garfield who began life in a log hut in a backwoods settlement in the Far West, and made their way to the White House, the residence of the ruler of an empire as large as the whole of Europe.

    CHAPTER II.

    THE PIONEERS.

    A New England Village—Hardships of Emigrants—The Widow Ballou and her Daughter Eliza—The Humble Dwelling of Abram Garfield—The Garfields and the Boyntons—The Removal to a New Home—The Wonderful Baby-Boy.

    The early settlers from the Old World first peopled the eastern shores of the Atlantic, and founded the New England States, New York State, and the whole seaboard from Maine to Florida.

    A New England village was a collection of log houses on the edge of a deep forest. Snow drifted into the room through the cracks in the walls, and the howling of wolves made night hideous around them. The children were taught in log schoolhouses, and the people worshipped in log churches.

    Savage Indians kept the settlers in a state of continual fear. Sometimes they would suddenly surround a solitary house, kill all the inmates, and set fire to the dwelling. Again and again have the children been aroused from their sleep by the fearful Indian war-whoop, which was more dreaded than the howling of

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