orners" to
be located. Speculators bought up large tracts, and mapped out
cities on paper. It was years before the first railroad was built
in Illinois, and as all inland travelling was on horseback or in the
stage-coach, each year hundreds of miles of wagon road were opened
through woods and swamps and prairies. As the county of Sangamon was
large and eagerly sought by immigrants, the county surveyor in 1833,
one John Calhoun, needed deputies; but in a country so new it was no
easy matter to find men with the requisite capacity.

[Illustration: CONCORD CEMETERY.

From a photograph by C.S. McCullough, Petersburg, Illinois. Concord
cemetery lies seven miles northwest of the old town of New Salem, in a
secluded place, surrounded by woods and pastures, away from the world.
In this lonely spot Ann Rutledge was at first laid to rest. Thither
Lincoln is said to have often come alone, and "sat in silence for
hours at a time;" and it was to Ann Rutledge's grave here that he
pointed and said: "There my heart lies buried." The old cemetery
suffered the melancholy fate of New Salem. It became a neglected,
deserted spot. The graves were lost in weeds, and a heavy growth of
trees kept out the sun and filled the place with gloom. A dozen years
ago this picture was taken. It was a blustery day in the autumn,
and the weeds and trees were swaying before a furious gale. No other
picture of the place, taken while Ann Rutledge was buried there, is
known to be in existence. A picture of a cemetery, with the name of
Ann Rutledge on a high, flat tombstone, has been published in two or
three books; but it is not genuine, the "stone" being nothing more
than a board improvised for the occasion. The grave of Ann Rutledge
was never honored with a stone until the body was taken up in 1890
and removed to Oakland cemetery, a mile southwest of Petersburg.--_J.
McCan Davis._]

With Lincoln, Calhoun had little, if any, personal acquaintance, for
they lived twenty miles apart. Lincoln, however, had made himself
known by his meteoric race for the legislature in 1832, and Calhoun
had heard of him as an honest, intelligent, and trustworthy young man.
One day he sent word to Lincoln by Pollard Simmons, who lived in the
New Salem neighborhood, that he had decided to appoint him a deputy
surveyor if he would accept the position.

Going into the woods, Simmons found Lincoln engaged in his old
occupation of making rails. The two sat down together on a log,