of the assailants “ten or twelve feet easily,” and then continued his harangue.  Yet not even thus could he win, and another was chosen over his head.  He had, however, more reason to be gratified than disappointed with the result; for, though in plain fact he was a raw and unknown youngster, he stood third upon a list of eight candidates, receiving 657 votes; and out of 208 votes cast in his own county he scored 205.[39] In this there was ample encouragement for the future.

The political campaign being over, and legislative functions postponed, Lincoln was brought face to face with the pecuniary problem.  He contemplated, not without approbation, the calling of the blacksmith; but the chance to obtain a part interest in a grocery “store” tempted him into an occupation for which he was little fitted.  He became junior partner in the firm of Berry & Lincoln, which, by executing and delivering sundry notes of hand, absorbed the whole grocery business of the town.  But Lincoln was hopelessly inefficient behind the counter, and Berry was a tippler.  So in a year’s time the store “winked out,” leaving as its only important trace those ill-starred scraps of paper by which it had been founded.  Berry “moved on” from the inconvenient neighborhood, and soon afterward died, contributing nothing to reduce the indebtedness.  Lincoln patiently continued to make payments during several years to come, until he had discharged the whole amount.  It was only a few hundred dollars, but to him it seemed so enormous that betwixt jest and earnest he called it “the national debt.”  So late as in 1848, when he was a member of the House of Representatives at Washington, he applied part of his salary to this old indebtedness.

During this “store"-keeping episode he had begun to study law, and while “keeping shop” he was with greater diligence reading Blackstone and such other elementary classics of the profession as he could borrow.  He studied with zeal and became absorbed in his books.  Perched upon a woodpile, or lying under a tree with his feet thrust upwards against the trunk and “grinding around with the shade,” he caused some neighbors to laugh uproariously, and others to say that he was daft.  In fact, he was in grim earnest, and held on his way with much persistence.

May 7, 1833, Lincoln was commissioned as postmaster at New Salem.  His method of distributing the scanty mail was to put all the letters in his hat, and to hand them out as he happened to meet the persons to whom they were addressed.  The emoluments could hardly have gone far towards the discharge of “the national debt.”  His incumbency in this office led to a story worth telling.  When New Salem, and by necessity also the post-office, like the grocery shop, “winked out,” in 1836, there was a trifling balance of sixteen or eighteen dollars due from Lincoln to the government.  Several years afterward, when he was practicing law in Springfield, the government agent at last appeared to demand a settlement.  Lincoln went to his trunk and drew forth “an old blue sock with a quantity of silver and copper coin tied up in it,” the identical bits of money which he had gathered from the people at New Salem, and which, through many days of need in the long intervening period, he had not once touched.