49/59 There is no one to care for the helpless babe. It is much better that it should die." Jackson took the child under his own care, ordered it to be conveyed to his tent, nursed it with sugar and water, took it eventually with him to the Hermitage, and brought it up as his son. He gave the boy the name of Lincoyer. He grew up a finely formed young man, and died of consumption at the age of seventeen. The appeals of pity could seldom move his heart. |