My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I with mournful tread
Walk the deck; my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.”
—Walt Whitman.
CONTENTS
| Chapter | Page | |
| I. | Boyhood | [1] |
| II. | The Young Backwoodsman | [17] |
| III. | Slavery | [30] |
| IV. | Lincoln the Lawyer | [44] |
| V. | Defeat of the Little Giant | [57] |
| VI. | The New President and Secession | [73] |
| VII. | The War | [84] |
| VIII. | Victory | [100] |
| IX. | “O Captain! My Captain!” | [110] |