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Who would believe that up in the dark corner of the gable end it harbors a large iron-gray hornets ' nest with brocaded hornets in it ? And still it is so quiet that , on hot summer afternoons , while the bees are buzzing around the petunias and the regular breathing of the sandy-colored shoat in the back lot shows that all nature is hushed and drugged into a deep and oppressive repose , the old hen , lulled into a sense of false security , walks into the `` setting room , '' eats the seeds out of several everlasting flowers , samples a few varnished acorns on an ornamental photograph frame in the corner , and then goes out to the kitchen , where she steps into the dough that is set behind the stove to raise . Here in this quiet home , far from the enervating poussé café and carte blanche , where he had pork rind tied on the outside of his neck for sore throat , and where pepper , New Orleans molasses and vinegar , together with other groceries calculated to discourage illness , were put inside , he laid the foundation of his future greatness . Later on , the fever of ambition came upon him , and he taught school where the big girls snickered at him and the big boys went so far away at noon that they could n't hear the bell and were glad of it , and came back an hour late with water in both ears and crawfish in their pockets . After that he learned to be a saddler , fought in the Revolutionary War , afterward writing it up for the papers in a graphic way , showing how it happened that most everybody was killed but himself . Here the reader is given an excellent view of the birthplace of President Lincoln . -LSB- Illustration -RSB- The artist has very wisely left out of the picture several people who sought to hand themselves down to posterity by being photographed in various careless attitudes in the foreground .