felt the impulse to write; not only making extracts from books he wished to remember, but also composing little essays of his own.  First he sketched these with charcoal on a wooden shovel scraped white with a drawing-knife, or on basswood shingles.  Then he transferred them to paper, which was a scarce commodity in the Lincoln household; taking care to cut his expressions close, so that they might not cover too much space,—­a style-forming method greatly to be commended.  Seeing boys put a burning coal on the back of a wood turtle, he was moved to write on cruelty to animals.  Seeing men intoxicated with whiskey, he wrote on temperance.  In verse-making, too, he tried himself, and in satire on persons offensive to him or others,—­satire the rustic wit of which was not always fit for ears polite.  Also political thoughts he put upon paper, and some of his pieces were even deemed good enough for publication in the county weekly.

Thus he won a neighborhood reputation as a clever young man, which he increased by his performances as a speaker, not seldom drawing upon himself the dissatisfaction of his employers by mounting a stump in the field, and keeping the farm hands from their work by little speeches in a jocose and sometimes also a serious vein.  At the rude social frolics of the settlement he became an important person, telling funny, stories, mimicking the itinerant preachers who had happened to pass by, and making his mark at wrestling matches, too; for at the age of seventeen he had attained his full height, six feet four inches in his stockings, if he had any, and a terribly muscular clodhopper he was.  But he was known never to use his extraordinary strength to the injury or humiliation of others; rather to do them a kindly turn, or to enforce justice and fair dealing between them.  All this made him a favorite in backwoods society, although in some things he appeared a little odd, to his friends.  Far more than any of them, he was given not only to reading, but to fits of abstraction, to quiet musing with himself, and also to strange spells of melancholy, from which he often would pass in a moment to rollicking outbursts of droll humor.  But on the whole he was one of the people among whom he lived; in appearance perhaps even a little more uncouth than most of them,—­a very tall, rawboned youth, with large features, dark, shrivelled skin, and rebellious hair; his arms and legs long, out of proportion; clad in deerskin trousers, which from frequent exposure to the rain had shrunk so as to sit tightly on his limbs, leaving several inches of bluish shin exposed between their lower end and the heavy tan-colored shoes; the nether garment held usually by only one suspender, that was strung over a coarse homemade shirt; the head covered in winter with a coonskin cap, in summer with a rough straw hat of uncertain shape, without a band.