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Title: Tom Strong, Lincoln's scout : a story of the United States in the times that tried men's souls
Year: 1919 (1910s)
Authors: Mason, Alfred Bishop, 1851-1933
Subjects: Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865
Publisher: New York : H. Holt and Co.
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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0 Tom Strong, Lincolns Scout ward to the table when the officer spoke, witha smiling dignity that showed he was the friendas well as the commander of his rude soldiery. Ill do the sampling, he said. Give me apie. He bit with strong white teeth through thesavory morsel and detected no foreign taint.The pies vanished forthwith, half of one ofthem down Toms hungry throat. Then theofficer spoke to him. Son, he said, I suppose you borrowed thatuniform somewhere, didnt you? Youre tooyoung to wear it by right. Who are you? He was a man of medium height, spare butsplendidly built, with his face bronzed by longcampaigning in the open air, regular features,piercing black eyes that twinkled, but couldshoot fire, waving black hair above a beautifulbrow, dazzling white teeth—altogether a vividman. His mustache and imperial were black.He was as handsome as Abraham Lincoln wasplain, yet there was between the two, the onethe son of a Southern aristocrat, the other the Tom Strong, Lincolns Scout 191
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192 Tom Strong, Lincolns Scout son of a Southern poor white, an elusive re-semblance. It may have been the innate noble-ness and kindliness of both men. It may havebeen the Kentucky blood which was their com-mon portion. At any rate, the resemblance wasthere. Tom took one glance at the chief of his cap-tors and then saluted with real respect as hereplied: I am Thomas Strong, sir, second-lieutenant,U. S. A. Upon my word, sir, I am sorry to hear it.We dont make war on boys. If you had been,as I thought, just masquerading as a soldier, Iwould have turned you loose at once. Now Imust take you with us. Ten minutes afterwards, the little group withTom, disarmed but unbound, in the middle ofit, was galloping northeastward. A few yardsahead of it the officer rode with a free bridlerein, chatting with an aide beside him. He rodelike a centaur. Tom thought him one of thefinest soldiers he had ever seen. And so he was. Tom Strong, Lincolns Scout 193 He was Gen. Basil W. Duke, brother-in-law,seco

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