My father, at the death of his father, was six years old, and he grew up without education. He moved from Kentucky to Indiana when I was seven. We reached our new home about the time the state came into the Union. It was a wild area, with many bears and other wild animals still in the woods. I grew up there. There were some so-called schools, but what was required of a teacher never went beyond “reading, writing, and adding.” If a stranger supposed to understand Latin happened to live for a time in the area, he was looked on as wizard (奇才). There was simply nothing to excite a desire for education. Of course, when I grew up, I did not know much. Still, somehow, I could read, write, and add, but that was all. The advance I have now made is on this store of education, which I have picked up under the pressure of necessity.

我的父亲，在他父亲去世，六岁，他从小就没有教育。他从肯塔基搬到印第安娜，我七岁的时候。我们达成我们的国家进入欧盟的新家园的时间。这是一个野生地区，许多熊和其他野生动物仍然在树林中。我在那里长大。有一些所谓的学校，但对教师的要求并没有超出“阅读，写作，和补充。“如果一个陌生人应该懂拉丁语发生在该地区居住一段时间，他被看作为向导(奇才)。没有激发对教育的渴望。当然，当我长大了，我知道的不多。然而，不知何故，我能读，写，和添加，但这都是。我现在已提前在这家店的教育，我拿起必要的压力下。