Life of General Jackson (OLD HICKORY) By Oliver Dyer, Author of "Great Senators of the United States." ILLUSTRATED BY H. M. EATOT.. ,.-*i^\ /-.V'|., -J W\\i NEW YORK: . . . - s N 1-: R • S Publishers. Class 1. Book__ Cwrii^litN'?. .11 '4- COFkRIGlIT DEPOSIT. LIFE OF GENERAL JACKSON. (OLD HICKORY) BY / /7 OLIVER DYER, Author of ^^ Great Senators of the United States" '^Li/e of Henry IV. Grady," '■'■Life and Writings of George Bancroft" etc. ivrni ILLUSTRATIONS BY Tl. M. EATON. NEW YORK: ROBERT BONNER'S SONS, PUBLISHERS. N -_r-^#>.Vy V* J r^/;^X THE CHOrCE SERIES : ISSUED SEMI'MONTHLY. 8UBdCHIPTI0N PRICE, TWELVE DOLLARS PER ANNUM. NO. 70, OCTOBER 1, 1892. ENTERED AT THE NEW YORK, N. Y., POST OFFICE AS SECOND CLASS MAIL MATTER. e"^^"^ .^<^'\'\ COPyniGHT, 1891 aud 1892, BY ROBEUT BONNER'S SONS. (All rights reserved.) GENERAL ANDREW JACKSON. CHAPTER I. HEROES — CHILDHOOD OF A HERO. NY boy or any man, however poor and humble, or however rich and exalted, wants to be a hero. ,- Every girl and every woman, how- ever lowly and ob- scure, or however fashionable and fortun- ate, wants to be a hero- ine and have a hero for her lover and husband; and the bride who mar- ries for love thinks she has him — at least, until the honeymoon has passed. Any boy or man, any girl or wo- man, who has this vol- ume in hand and is reading these words, feels the force of the truths they express, and longs to be a hero or heroine, 8 Gene7'al A7idrew Jackson. aspires to do something grand and noble, and would gladly win a place among the illustrious men or the honored women of the world. Because every human being thus wishes to become great and good and noble, according to his or her standard of greatness, goodness and nobleness, there is not a boy or girl, not a man or a woman who does not sympathize with the struggles and the triumphs of heroes and heroines, and love to read the history of their lives. And so I am encouraged in the hope that everybody who sees it will enjoy the reading of the life-story which I am about to tell them of one of the greatest heroes who ever lived in this world, and who is known to history and to fame as Andrew Jackson, Judge Jackson, Senator Jackson, General Jackson, President Jackson, Old Hickory Jackson. This celebrated hero was born in poverty and obscurity. It is doubtful if there is a boy or a girl who will read this story of Andrew Jackson's life who is as poor as he was in his childhood, or who is encountering as great obstacles as he encountered, or suffering hardships and privations as bitter as those which he suffered. But, fortunately, poverty, obstacles, hardships and privations are not the worst things wliich can befall a child of destiny. They are, in fact, more likely to be blessings than mis- fortunes. " Cast the bantling on the rocks. Suckle him with the she wolf's teat ; Wintered with the hawk and fox, Power and speed be hands and feet." Heroes — CJiildJiood of a Hero. The old stories of Romulus and Remus suckled by a wolf and Cyrus the Great by a goat, are sym- bolic representations of the great truth that expo- sure and hardship and danger are sometimes the best things which can be provided for young immortals. It was certainly so in the case of our poor boy, Andrew Jackson ; and because he lived his life, and fought his light, and conquered fate, and blazed a path from poverty and obscurity to greatness and renown, this land for which he fought and which he. loved so well, has been a better land for poor boys and poor girls, and is now a better land for every struggling boy or girl, for every toiling man or woman, than it would have been had Andrew Jack- son not thus lived and fought and conquered. And now let us read the story of this poor boy's life, and see how it was that he became the idolized hero of his native land. Andrew Jackson was born near the Waxhaw settlement, in what is now Union County, North Carolina, on March 15, 1767, nine years before the Declaration of Independence was given to the world. His father died a few days before Andrew was born. In obscurity had he lived, and in obscurity was he buried. Mrs. Jackson, with her fatherless little boys, rode to the graveyard in the wagon that carried her husband's rude cofihn. The bereaved widow was left without a protector and in absolute poverty. Obliged to abandon her desolate and squalid home in the wilderness, she took refuge, with her two little sons, Hugh and lo General Andreiv Jackson. Robert, in the house of a hospitable friend, and there awaited the birth of her third child. It was a pitiful case. Andrew's father (after