This is the story of a country boy. He was born in 1824 in Clarksburg, VA. His mother named him Thomas. The boys called him Tom- Tom Jackson. Years later, his soldiers gave him another name. They called him Stonewall Jackson.
In silent support of Peter Nichols, who bookplate and signature adorns the front flyleaf of this slim volume, I decided to read this book after rescuing it from the Friends of the Library sale. Once again, we see Ms. Monsell seeking out ways to take a public figure and to show how, from a very early life, that public figure was shaped unwaveringly towards a life of public service. He self reflects and self teaches himself to help his mother, and his family. He learns how to become self sufficient in pursuit of maple syrup to sweeten his meals. He learns how to act as a boy of principle. Did any of this occur in real life? Unlikely. In reading this you glean a taste of the stories reported about the Wild West whose authors dwelled more upon gathering readership, than telling the truth. But in either case, a good yard unfolds.
I would not go out of my way to purchase this book, nor to recommend that you seek it out. But if you happen to see a copy on a bookshelf, peruse it as a window into the way things used to be.