Some Abey Lincoln Stories


“Amid the miserable surroundings of a home in the wilderness,” wrote William H. Herndon in his biography of Abraham Lincoln, “Nancy Hanks [Abey’s mom] passed across the dark river [died]. Though of lowly birth, the victim of poverty and hard usage, she takes a place in history as the mother of a son who liberated a race of men. At her side stands another Mother whose son performed a similar service for all mankind eighteen hundred years before.”

Amen, brother. (Or Amun, brother, if you go by the theory that Jesus was King Tut.)

Herndon, Abey Lincoln’s law partner, relates several Abey stories in his Life Of Lincoln. These yarns are more hilarious than even Old Abey’s crackerbarrel humor, now eroded by time.

Here is one from Abey as a lad. A clerk in a Kentucky store used to see the fledgling rail splitter when Nancy Hanks went shopping. John B. Helm, in June of 1865, recalled how, as a small boy, Abey “came sometimes to the store with his mother. He would take his seat on a keg of nails, and I would give him a lump of sugar. He would sit there and eat it like any other boy; but these little acts of kindness so impressed his mind that I made a steadfast friend…”

We are told that Abe Lincoln was born in a log cabin in Kentucky. Who were his parents? Thomas Lincoln and Nancy Hanks, is the tale. In fact, Thomas Lincoln, in exchange for “a consideration” (money) from Abraham Enlow of Kentucky, assumed the paternity of the infant child of Nancy Hanks. Furthermore, Nancy Hanks’ mother, Lucy Hanks, was named by a Harrodsburg, Kentucky court for “suspected immorality.” Grandma Lucy had been “a bit wild” in her day. (Myths After Lincoln by Lloyd Lewis)

An alternate possibility exists of “wild” Grandma Lucy Hanks as the bearer of an illegitimate Rothschild heir, Nancy Hanks, who passed down the bloodline to her son Abraham.

Did Nancy Hanks gave birth to Abey out of wedlock? This aspect is doubtful due to older sister Sarah having already been born. However some question remains about Grandma “Wild Lucy” Hanks. Herndon recalls a conversation in which Abey confided that his mother “was the illegitimate daughter of Lucy Hanks and a well-bred Virginia farmer or planter.”

The Virginia Planter

A farmer lived in a log cabin with his wife, Nancy. The year was 1782. The couple had four daughters: Betsy, Polly, Nancy, and Lucy.

One evening in September, a stranger arrived at the cabin. He got down from his horse, and asked the farmer if he could stay overnight. (“Okay, but you will have to sleep with my daughters.”)

The four sisters had never seen a high-class, Virginia gentleman before. They were “wowed” by the man.

Months later, the unknown Virginia planter was long-since gone and Lucy was pregnant. A daughter, Nancy, was born. She, in turn, later became the mother of Abraham Lincoln. (“A Mountain Girl and her Baby” by Clarence Edward Noble.

So who was this mysterious Virginia planter? Was he related to the House Of Rothschild? Was Abey Lincoln, “Our American Cousin”?

Reportedly, The Melungeon DNA Surname Project by Dr. Elizabeth Hirschman and Dr. Donald Panther Yates states that Abraham Lincoln was of Jewish ancestry. Which is okay. There are many fine Jews. But were Lincoln distantly related to the Rothschild dynasty, that would alter the Abey Lincoln equation.

The Melungeon Factor

Melungeon is a term traditionally applied to one of a number of so-called “tri-racial isolate” groups of the Eastern United States, found mainly in Appalachia, especially Eastern Tennessee, Southwestern Virginia, and Eastern Kentucky. (

The Melungeon factor is complex. There are reportedly various strange tales of the Melungeons, involving shipwrecked sailors, lost colonists, hoards of silver, and ancient peoples such as the Carthaginians. (“Melungeon,” Wikipedia reference)

One aspect of “Melungeon-ism” is identification as “mulattos” and “blacks” in early records. (Ibid.)

It is generally accepted by most Melungeon researchers that Lincoln’s Melungeon ancestry comes through the lineage of his mother, Nancy Hanks, reports Helen Campbell. (

Developing here we have an Abey Lincoln story of an octaroon Rothschild-twice-removed who freed the slaves. What would he say? Known for his humorous quips, Abey might respond, “That reminds me of a story. A traveling magician needed a hat to cook eggs. I delayed offering mine, out of respect for the eggs, not care for my hat.” Listeners would roar with laughter, nudge each other, and say, “That Abey Lincoln will go far. Mark my words.”

Marauding Negroes

Like Hercules cleaning the stables, federal deities possess prodigious strength. George Washington could heave a silver dollar across the Potomac River. Abey Lincoln, in the legends, “could throw a cannon-ball or a maul farther than anyone else in New Salem [a village in Illinois].” (Herndon, op. cit.)

In 1828, James Gentry hired Lincoln to float a boat of grain and meat down the Mississippi to New Orleans. He and some companions had an uneventful journey, until they tied the boat near the plantation of Madame Duchesne, near Baton Rouge. They “were fast asleep when aroused by the arrival of a crowd of negroes bent on plunder.” Abey of the Prodigious Strength and his shipmates “set to work with clubs, and not only drove off the intruders, but pursued them inland…” (Ibid.)

But little did the marauding negroes suspect they had done battle with The Great Emancipator himself!

(The above True Abey Lincoln Stories were originally published at my old Conspiracy Nation web site.)


About ersjdamoo

Editor of Conspiracy Nation, later renamed Melchizedek Communique. Close associate of the late Sherman H. Skolnick. Jack of all trades, master of none. Sagittarius, with Sagittarius rising. I'm not a bum, I'm a philosopher.
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