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Updated: June 6, 2025
Peter Lukins called upon Abe at Sam Hill's store where he sat alone, before the fire, reading with two candles burning on the end of a dry goods box at his elbow. There was an anxious look in her one eye as she accepted his invitation to sit down in the firelight. "I wanted to see you private 'bout Lukins," she began.
"I'll see what can be done but if he gets that title he'll have to live up to it." "I'll make him walk a chalk line you see," the good woman promised as she left the store. That evening Abe wrote a playful commission as Colonel for Peter Lukins which was signed in due time by all his friends and neighbors and presented to Lukins by a committee of which Abe was chairman.
"You see," said the latter, as, with great difficulty, he restrained himself for half a moment, "this is my busy day." Again he roared and shook in a fit of ungovernable mirth. In the midst of it Mrs. Lukins arrived. "Don't pay no 'tention to him," she said. "The 'Colonel' is wearin' himself out restin'. He's kep' his head bobbin' all day like a woodpecker's.
The logs were ready two days after the cutting began. Martin Waddell and Samuel Hill sent teams to haul them. John Cameron and Peter Lukins had brought the window sash and some clapboards from Beardstown in a small flat boat. Then came the day of the raising a clear, warm day early in September. All the men from the village and the near farms gathered to help make a home for the newcomers.
"Abe doesn't want me and I don't want Abe so I reckon some other girl will have to make his breeches," said Ann. "My lord! but he's humbly," said Mrs. Alexander Ferguson. "Han'some is that han'some does," Mrs. Martin Waddell remarked. "I don't know anybody that does han'somer." "Han'some is that han'some looks I say," Mrs. Lukins continued with a dreamy look in her eye.
We threw the tools into Peter Lukins' cellar and started off, leavin' the old feller standin'. When we got to the edge of the hill which led down to the road by the river, we turned around and looked, and saw the old feller standin' there still, black like against the light of the sun. Mitch was awful serious. "It must be awful to be old like that," said Mitch.
"I'm going to get her to pay us a visit in the spring." Harry went out to feed and water the horses. "Did you get along all right?" Samson asked. "Colonel Lukins did the chores faithfully, night and morning," Sarah answered. "His wife helped me with the sewing yesterday. She talked all day about the 'Colonel. Mrs.
So he said out loud to the old feller "Where is Peter Lukins' place?" And the old feller said: "Climb out of thar and I'll show you." We walked over about a hundred yards maybe, and here was another foundation all full of dead weeds and new weeds, and so grown up you could hardly see the stones at first, and not a stick of timber left, except a log lying outside the foundation.
"It's a pity there isn't a better trail, father." "Some day there will be a regular road, Dave when there are more settlements to the westward. I look for the time when we shall have cities out here, the same as along the seaboard." "Won't never see that" said the frontiersman named Lukins. "Why not?" risked James Morris. "The Injuns won't allow it, that's why, Mr. Morris.
The trail was still visible, but the branches of the trees on either side met overhead, cutting off the sunlight and making it uncomfortably dark excepting at midday. James Morris and Sam Barringford led the way, with the frontiersmen, Lukins, Sanderson, and Jadwin, bringing up on either side.
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