Identifier: abrahamlincolnba03newy (find matches)
Title: Abraham Lincoln and the battles of the Civil War
Year: 1908 (1900s)
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Subjects: Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865 Generals Generals
Publisher: (New York, N.Y.) : (The Century Co.)
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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