The story got out among the boys of the village, and it was a long time before I heard the last of it.

Boys enjoy the misery of their companions, at least village boys in that day did, and in later life I have found that all adults are not free from the peculiarity.

I kept the horse until he was four years old, when he went blind, and I sold him for twenty dollars.

When I went to Maysville to school, in 1836, at the age of fourteen, I recognized my colt as one of the blind horses working on the tread-wheel of the ferry-boat.
I have describes enough of my early life to give an impression of the whole.

I did not like to work; but I did as much of it, while young, as grown men can be hired to do in these days, and attended school at the same time.