In the first month after I was twenty-one years of age, I went into the woods, drove a team, and cut mill-logs.

I rose in the morning before daylight and worked hard till after dark, and received the magnificent sum of six dollars for the month's work! Each of these dollars looked as large to me as the moon looks to-night." Mr.Wilson determined never to lose an opportunity for self-culture or self-advancement.

Few men knew so well the value of spare moments.
_He seized them as though they were gold_ and would not let one pass until he had wrung from it every possibility.

He managed to read a thousand good books before he was twenty-one--what a lesson for boys on a farm! When he left the farm he started on foot for Natick, Mass., over one hundred miles distant, to learn the cobbler's trade.

He went through Boston that he might see Bunker Hill monument and other historical landmarks.