k HONE/T * ABE I / V \ N i n ^^ >E i:i»r;j: Tl I //> k 4 fk W lVI by Larry Lawrence K LINCOLN ROOM UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS LIBRARY MEMORIAL the Class of 1901 founded by HARLAN HOYT HORNER and HENRIETTA CALHOUN HORNER S6 JheJOife of HONEST ABE DONE UP BROWN IN JAZZI STORY bu J^arrifjLi (twrence II Tublished by The Milwaukee Journal Public Service Bureau Copyright, 1929 The Journal Company L4 3Z DEDICATED TO EVERY LISTENER WHO TUNED IN ON JAZZISTORY AND TO YOU, WHOEVER YOU ARE. IF YOU'LL READ THIS HERE NOW BOOK Howdy* friends* Howdy! Elevate the puppies, get easy and put your peepers on this. Books have prefaces. It's no fault of mine, but this is going to be a book and so it's going to have a preface. You can take it or leave it, just as you like. Most prefaces get left. But this here one is going to be abbreviated. It's com- ing in short pants so you might as well get a load of it. I love Lincoln. Who doesn't? Maybe a couple of old Reb beavers, but not many. My dad's folks lived in Logan county, 111. Abe was their lawyer. As a kid, I heard a lotta yarns about him. But I didn't know anything much worth knowing about the beloved rail manufacturer (by hand) until I started giving "The Book of Abraham" in Jazzistory. Then I found out. Carl Sandburg contributed a flock of info in his books. Ida Tarbell came across, too. (Neither one of 'em knew it of course). And about 40 other writers got a going over before I got Booth plugged by Boston Corbett in a burn- ing barn. The following pages are made up principally from the notes I used in burning my tonsils over The Milwaukee Journal station, WTMJ. I started doing "Abe" Sept. 24, 1928 and jazzistory lectures on him kept right on until April 22, 1929. Daily except Sunday, central standard time. Some of the loud-speaker audience started asking for Abe's life in book form. Well, here it is. The language is nobody's business. But the facts — ah, the facts. You can lay your shirt on them. They're straight goods, and like Powder river, a mile wide and an inch deep. Dip in. LARRY LAWRENCE, "Professor of Jazzistory" Larry Lawrence "Professor of Jazzistory" at The Milwaukee Journal Station WTMJ Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign http://archive.org/details/lifeofhonestabedOOIawr FIRST DOWN We have a go at ancestors BE LINCOLN was born. That's one thing he had in common with all the other great men of history. He was born and he had ancestors — plenty good ancestors, too. Some wet smack historians have tried to make out that Abe's folks were scum, worthless bums, but that's the old applesauce. They were pioneers, with maybe a little dirt be- hind their ears, and they lived a rugged life, a life without all the modern inconveniences, a life with- out much book l'arnin', but they were the salt of the earth and that's no kid willie either. Abe Lincoln's granddad was Abraham Lincoln. He was a captain in the Revolutionary army. He was man of property, tilling 210 acres of good fertile dirt in Virginia — land that he had snagged by inherit- ance from John Lincoln, his father. John had stuck the first plow into this virgin land in the Shenan- doah valley, land the maroon skins had owned and roamed. Amos Lincoln, another kinsman of our hero, Abe, was one of the gents who had dressed like In- dians and boarded the British boat in Boston harbor to stage that little shindig which has gone down in history by the name of the Boston Tea Party. And Amos later was a captain of artillery in the Revolu- tionary army. Page 1 So you see these babies of the Lincoln line who were ahead of Abe were mixed up with the history of our country in important ways, as men of ability and leadership. In the War of Independence Abe's granddad did most of his fighting against the Cherokee In- dians who were helping the British scarlet jackets. When the argument was settled, Abraham listened to his friend, Daniel Boone, tell about the fertility of the Kentucky lands. He listened with his ears cocked while Daniel drawled out pictures of the Blue Grass country, and in the year 1782 Abraham and his wife and their five kids, sold their farm of 210 acres, got on hayburners and started riding from Virginia to Kentucky. Abraham was pretty well educated. He could write a plain hand and he could cipher — and that was pretty good in those Colonial days. His wife, Bathsheba, one of the Herrings (she was no fish, but her family name was Herring) could write, too. She was well informed, a good conscientious wife and home maker. The deed, passing their land on the purchaser, is still in the files of Rockingham county, Vermont, and Abraham Lincoln's signature and the signature of his wife are plain upon it. They had five springers, off springers, three sons and two daughters. The sons were Mordacai, Josiah and Thomas. The daughters were Mary and Nancy. Bathsheba was carrying Tom in her arms when the procession headed out of the known coun- try, riding toward the setting sun and the new un- known country over the wilderness road. They were going where land was 40 cents an acre and wild Page 2 turkeys and deer and fox and mink were to be had for the price of the ball and powder. They rode all day and got their shut-eye in a tourist camp at night — but they built the camp. Abraham kept his optics peeled as they jazzed on. His shooting iron was lying across his saddle and his dukes were free to throw that rifle to his shoulder should an Indian pop out on them and act nasty. The Indians had signed a treaty but it didn't mean much and many a white man and his family had been bumped off on the trail. Abraham had a keen sight and maybe luck helped him for he reached Kentucky safely with his whole family and he found a beautiful valley along the Green river. There he settled, putting a legal plaster on 2,000 acres of land. He had been there three years, and was work- ing in the fields that he had cleared and raised two good crops on, when there was the sharp crack of a rifle. Abraham Lincoln, granddaddy of the boy who saved the Union, toppled and fell dead. An Indian grunted a grunt of satisfaction and ankled away. Tom Lincoln, father of Abraham Lincoln, was about six years old then. He missed the dad he had loved. The other boys were not big enough to farm those 2,000 acres alone. Their mother was not able to carry on without a husband and so the family was busted. Tom went to live with an Uncle Issac in Tennessee. As he grew up he learned the trade of cabinet maker. He was never wealthy. The 2,000 acres were lost to the family. Tom was not especial- ly ambitious, but he was a thinker, and he was a Page 3 good workman. He bought a horse when he was 20 and paid taxes on it, too. He came to Hardin coun- ty, Kentucky — laid down the jack for a farm. He paid his taxes, too, for it is so written in county records. He was not entirely uncouth; not so you could notice it, because he bought a pair of silk suspenders for a buck and a half when most of the men were keeping their breeches up with home- made ones. He was tall and tough, weighed 185 pounds and he was not a lazy lout as has been writ- ten of him many times — but he was an independent cuss. He preferred to sit alone and think his thoughts instead of seeking society. He drank a little squirrel liquor as he sat in his log shack on his own small farm in Hardin county, a youthful bachelor, but he wasn't a lush. He didn't inhale the wildcat sweat like some did. The Bap- tists were the strong religious folk of the county and they were divided about 50-50 between those who believed in owning slaves and those who didn't and again they split on the whiskey issue, some of them drinking plenty of corn juice and others re- maining pretty sober. Tom, when he was with peo- ple, chose those who didn't hit the home made gig- gle soup so heavy, and those who were against slavery. Not that slavery was an issue, but it was something to chew the rag about. Page 4 SECOND INNING Take a look at Pa and AKE a look at Pa and Ma Lincoln. Tom Lincoln was not long on gab. He was lone- some and as he sat before the open fire in his log cabin he got to telling himself that what he needed most was a capable ball-and-chain to wrestle the dishes and do the honors on the pork bosom and beans. Wherefore he started visiting at the home of Christopher Bush, a hard working farmer who was raising good crops and a big family of sons and daughters. Tom kinda cottoned to one of the janes, Sarah Bush, and he slipped her many a slow smile. But Sarah had her eyes on a bird named Daniel Johnson and Daniel was loco about her, too. This is the first love affair in the life of the young bachelor, Tom Lincoln. Sarah liked Tom, it seemed, but she liked Dan better and Tom soon saw that he was an also ran. He spent many evenings alone in his cabin, before the fireplace thinking about Sarah, and final- ly he decided that his heart was not broken after all and he laughed to himself. Having come to the con- clusion that it was just one of those things, one of those first love affairs, he snapped out of it and got to taking an interest in life again. Then Tom started giving Nancy Hanks the eye. She was sometimes called Nancy Sparrow as she Page 5 was the adopted daughter of Thomas and Elizabeth Sparrow. Nancy was a wistful baby — and a looker. Tom was hard hit. History has not made it exactly clear whether Tom knew all about Nancy or not at the time he started courting her by walking eight miles to see her. But here is the real dope. She was the daughter of Lucy Hanks. Lucy was the daughter of a Virginia farmer and Lucy was a beautiful girl, a gay joyous spirit, a romantic girl who loved to have a hot time and to dream of some swell, elegant gentleman loving her and mak- ing her his glorified frau. She had met a "gentleman" back in Virginia. Now a gentleman then meant something very spe- cific in those days. A "gentleman" was one of the aristocracy. Lucy fell for this bird who has re- mained nameless in history. The "gentleman," per- mit me to sneak a sneer in the use of the word, courted Lucy, and professed love for her. She cer- tainly was in love with him. They were to be mar- ried ; he begged her to marry him. They kept many clandestine trysts in the beautiful valley in which Lucy lived on a farm with her strict, religious father. The gentleman was soft spoken and a sheik of the time. He swept the farmer's girl off her feet with his John Gilberting. The time came when she told him they must be married at once and then the "gentleman" showed that his feet were all clay — yes, and that his heart was stone, and his soul black, that he was no more a true gentleman than one of his worst black slaves. He laughed at Lucy and said he would not marry her. Page 6 She kept her secret for a time, but at last told her mother. Her father learned it. He stormed and raved and threatened to throw her out of his home. She was a bad woman and her father, strict and merciless, wanted to drive her out of his house. Still Lucy would not tell the name of the "gen- tleman," but it was guessed pretty easily for she had been seen with one of the so-called aristocracy sev- eral times at their trysts. She did not want to prose- cute the "gentleman." She wanted to forget him. She was a game girl, a girl with courage — ready to face the world as best she could without bringing disgrace on anyone else. Her mother cared for her. The baby was born and Lucy Hanks gave it the name Nancy Hanks. She would not disgrace the father by using his name nor would she disgrace the child either. The baby she loved with a great love. And there were folks going away from Virginia then — out to the vast country of the blue grass region and Lucy said, "I'll go away, too, and give my baby a chance in a region where she will not be pointed at with a finger of scorn." So when she was just 19 years old Lucy Hanks bought a horse and started riding that wilderness trail through the Cumberland gap into Kentucky. She carried her baby in her arms as she started that perilous journey on horseback to Ken- tucky. Lucy finally put on the double harness with a man she loved, Henry Sparrow, by name and they had nine children, all of whom she cared for tenderly and taught to read and write. Nancy had been taken into the home of Thomas Sparrow, who had married Elizabeth Hanks, Lucy's sister. Page 7 It was a double sort of family arrangement. The Sparrow brothers married the Hanks sisters. Eliza- beth had come out to Kentucky, too, shortly after Lucy made the trip. Nancy grew up in the Sparrow family, keeping the name Hanks, her mother's name. Tom probably knew of the so-called blot on the escutcheon, but he was a thinker and ready to love and respect a girl for what she was. Nancy was a girl well worth loving. Why, she could read ! Tom wasn't so good at the reading himself. He had seen her reading in the Bible at camp meetings. Thomas came as often to the Sparrow household as he could and talked quietly with Nancy — who seemed to be living way out yonder — hoping for great things to come. She was a believer in the Bible, in eternity — in the veri- ties of life. And Tom finally said: "Nancy, I've been looking at you and liking you for quite a spell, and I aim to marry you if you can see it that away." Nancy answered: "Tom, I like you. I respect you. Yes, Tom, I'll marry you." Can you imagine this sort of a courtship? These pioneers of the hills of Kentucky didn't wear their heart out on their sleeves and for the most part they were a silent peo- ple, not putting fire and feeling in their romantic passages. Tom then went to the court house in Springfield in Washington county, Kentucky and he filed a bond which read — "There is a marriage shortly intended between Thomas Lincoln and Nancy Hanks." The wedding took place June 10, 1806 and was pulled off according to the rules of the Methodist Episcopal church. Tom was 28; Nancy was 23. Page 8 THIRD QUARTER Meet Abe, the Babe FTER the ceremony they threw a big party. And did they put on the groceries? You tell 'em, and how! Bear meat, venison and wild birds with plenty of giggle soup to wet the whistles. When the shindig was over Tom tossed Nancy onto the oats consumer and he stepped it over the red clay boulevard, through the tall timber to Elizabethtown where Tom had his hangout. Tommie tore into labor that summer, making cabinets, coffins and jambs. He not only made jambs, he got into a few. One jamb concerned a saw mill that Tom erected for a geezer named Geohegan. This pinch-jitney didn't come through with the jack for the labor and Tom had to sue him for it. He won the suit, too, and then Geohegan tried to pull a fast one on Tom by starting a suit, saying that the tim- bers hadn't been cut true. Well, Tom made a chump outta Geohegan and showed him up. So Tom's stock went up. Folks were saying that he had all his buttons and that he was honest and straight, which was no applesauce either. About a year after the wedding a baby girl took a stork ride to the Lincoln log shack. They named her Sarah. Then they moved. Tom built a new cabin, packed the dirt down for a classy floor and cut a window to be ritzy. The year was 1809. A good Page 9 year for this here old U. S. A., just between us girls, for that's the year when the big stork event took place. On the morning of February 12, Tom was doing a two-step out in front of the cabin. Granny Peggy Walters was doing her stuff inside the log abode. And it's dollars to crullers that Tom was saying, "I hope it's a boy." Granny was the accepted pediatri- cian, genealogist and first assistant to the long- legged bird for the entire country side. Well, Gran- ny swatted him where you swat newborns and the infant let out a plaintive wail. The first wail of America's greatest man. That same morning Tom tossed an extra bear skin blanket over Nancy, and hiked two miles to the cabin of the Sparrows. Dennis Hanks, the nine- year-old boy adopted by the Sparrows, met Tom at the door and Tom said, "Nancy's got a baby boy." Dennis tore his breeches to take a peek at the mira- cle but when he lamped him he said, "Oh, he looks just like a dried up berry. Say, whatcha going to name him?" And Nancy answered "Abraham, after his granddad." Later Dennis asked "Kin I hold him, Nancy?" and the mother said, "Yes, but be keerful, Dennis, fur you air the fust boy he's ever seen," and after a minute or two in the dukes of the nine-year-old, the first boy Abraham ever saw, Abraham let out a lusty yelp. Dennis turned to his aunt and said, "You take him. He'll never come to much."* *I swiped the quoted words from Carl Sandburg who did a lotta digging to get 'em right. Buy his Abraham Lincoln, printed by Harcourt, Brace & Company, to get the whole works on the Emancipator. It's a darb. The ad is absolutely free, Carl. See you in a poem some time. LARRY. Page 10 Dennis was off his base there. His boyish pro- phecy went haywire. It turned out that this wailing youngster who had uttered his first plaintive cry on the morning of Feb. 12, 1809, in a bed of green poles, stuffed with corn husks and bear skins, was going to amount to quite a much — and the world was go- ing to call him great — he was going to be cursed and despised and assassinated — and glorified and enshrined. We'll skip five frames now and come to a morn- ing when Abe was awakened by a rifle shot. There was nothing unusual in this because Tom might step outside the cabin door and slug the meat on the hoof most any time. But Abe heard the shot and jumped up, ran to the door and hollered "Pappy, what you kill?" Abe was five years old. His old man answered, "Son, I didn't kill nuthing — I just was out here celebratin," "What's celebratin, pappy?" "Why its shooting off a rifle or suthing like that. This is the Fourth of July. It's Indepen- dence day." "What's Independence day?" You know how kids can ask questions. Well, young Abe was a prize question asker and he spent his life asking questions — learning things. So Tom sat down with the kid on his knee and tried to tell him about July 4, Independence day. It was 38 years since that piece of paper, the Declaration of Independence, had been signed. The word "inde- pendent" bothered the boy. He wanted to get it straight in his think-tank. He puzzled over it as he played about the cabin. When Abe was seven he walked four miles to school and four miles back. It was a log school and Page 11 there were no windows but there were plenty of cracks for ventilation. It was a blab school. That's the open face type. Two times two equals ABCD, etc. And Abe was working plenty, too, as chore boy, running errands and helping his ma and pa. There was a young pill roller in the vicinity then, Christopher Columbus Graham, who was studying the birds and the snakes and the rocks and the trees. He often came to the Lincoln house to get a snack and sometimes would stay to hit the hay. He always got Abe's bunk and the kid had to play the floor for his shut-eye but it was jake with Abe because the doc knew so much and Abe could tune in on the talk and ask a lot of question, too. The doctor didn't mind answering them, therefore, Abe liked the doctor and the doctor told about a fellow who was keeping a store at Elizabethtown, not so far away. This storekeeper was planning to write some books about the birds of the region. His name was John James Audubon. (Do you build bird houses, too?) In the year 1816 Tom Lincoln was appointed road surveyor on the drag from Louisville, Ken- tucky to Nashville, Tennessee. The fact that Tom Lincoln got the job is another bit of testimony that he was not the shiftless, lazy no-account that some historians have tried to make him out. Page 12 FOURTH FRAME From Kaimtucky to Indiatitiy ALK was cheap in those days. It can still be had at bargain rates. Just turn the dials. And folks were spilling a line about a new territory where you could grab a farm for practically nothing down and not much more a week. Rich dirt where you could plant a nail and raise a crowbar, they were saying. This land was in Indianny and in this virgin terri- tory it was against the law to hold "niggers." Tom was against slavery and in Kaintucky it was getting so a guy was just poor white trash if he didn't own some eight-balls to do the heavy chores. Abe was seven while this talk was being tossed about and he tuned in on it. It sounded like a good bet to him, probably because it offered adventure, travel. In the fall of the year 1816, Tom began cutting down trees and building a raft to float his goods down the creek into the Ohio river and so across into Indianny. Tom passed the word that he wanted to dicker his farm off and at last a buyer appeared. He didn't have much dough but he had 400 gallons of whiskey, four barrels. Tom traded his farm for the squirrel juice and 20 bucks cash. Whiskey was a kind of cash in those days. Imagine 400 gallons of liquor now and what it would be worth. Well, Tom shoved off and flung back, "Goodby, I reckon we'll winter up in Indianny, if I can find a good parcel." Page 13 Tough luck got him quick. Imagine Tom's em- barrassment when he hit a snag in the creek after floating many miles away from his home. Just imagine his embarrassment when the raft tipped and all the whiskey and his tools and chairs and all took a drip into the chilly drink. And there was Tom, all alone, with his commodities down at the bottom of the creek. But he fished most of them out, including three barrels of his whiskey. Tom landed his raft at Thompson's Ferry and he met a man named Posey who said he would store his things for him while he went out and found his homestead. Tom started walking, carrying nothing but his trusty ax. It was a battleax, but not such a one as the day time knights of old chopped their enemies down with. It was an ax to fight the wilderness. At last Tom found what he thought he wanted for a homesite and he notched the trees to mark his claim, cut the brush from a portion of it and piled the brush as the homesteading regulations called for. Then Tom walked back to his Knob Creek farm — and said, "Nancy, we're all set — Got a fine piece of land in Indianny." And so they moved to Indiana. They all pitched in and started building a pole shed, their first house on Pigeon creek. The shed was open on one side and a big fire was kept burn- ing, day and night. In the corners of the shed they piled dried leaves for beds. When the shed was completed Tom started cutting big trees for a real home, a one room log cabin. Abe and Nancy and Sarah used the hatchets to chop the twigs from the logs and clean them as Page 14 Tom felled the trees and cut the trunks to the proper length. But it takes a long time for one man, with the help of only a woman and two children, to build a log cabin and it was not even well on its ways to be- ing a home that winter. They slept in the shed — which was just a little better than sleeping out of doors and it was a cold winter in Indiana, too. Only a mile from the shed was a salt lick and deer came there often. Tom shot the deer and they lived on venison, wild turkey, coon and rabbits. When Abe was just eight, he was sitting alone in the shed one day when he saw a flock of wild turkeys strut into the front yard. He got his dad's muzzle loading gat and leaning it against a log, young Abe knocked over a wild turkey. It hurt him to see the majestic bird take the count and that's the last thing Abe ever shot and killed. His dad thought Abe ought to be learning to shoot straight and be ready to provide the deer steaks in case something happened to him, but Abe didn't care to do the shooting and his dad didn't press the issue. The next year the cabin was completed. It was on the square, 18 by 18 feet, with a stick chimney plastered with clay on the outside. There was no window. The floor was sacked down dirt. But it had an attic and a hole cut in the floor so Abe could climb a ladder and get into his room. School was nine miles away but Sarah and Abe were started to school, a walk of 18 miles a day, for a girl and a little boy. Tom said to Abe, "I want you to have a real eddication — You air going to larn readin', writin' and ciphering." Page 15 FIFTH ROUND "The Grim Reaper" T WAS no picnic in this here wilderness, but it seemed pretty good to the Lincolns, so, after they had got going, Tom and Betsy Sparrow flew in one cool fall day. They had their adopted son Dennis Hanks with 'em. They had come to stake a claim and stick around. But before a year had passed both Tom and Betsy were attacked by a disease that they called in the wilderness the milk sick. The real name of the disease is not known to this day. Nancy Lincoln cared for Betsy and Tom, doing all she could to save their lives, but it was no use. They died and were buried together on a hill on the Lincoln homestead, and Nancy took the disease from them. Her tongue became coated with white, her feet and hands grew cold. Abe wrapped bear skins about his mother's legs and helped to move her close to the fireplace. Nancy realized that she was dying — Nancy, the mother Abe loved with a devotion seldom seen in children. Yes, Nancy knew she was dying and Abe and Sarah realized, too, that death was taking their mother, their protector, their friend. Nancy motioned with her hands for her children to come to her. She ran her bony fingers through the dark sandy hair of her son, and she seemed to be saying, "Abe, you must be good to your sister and to your dad." Page 16 Nancy looked so tired. Abe stood there beside her, holding her hand, and then she smiled, the weary look passed from her haggard face and she slept, the sleep from which no one awakens. Nancy Hanks Lincoln, the woman who had borne and mothered the greatest man this country has ever known, passed on, never to know on this earth, that the son who came to her in the log cabin of the wil- derness would one day free millions of slaves; never to know that her son would die a martyr, yet live forever, just as she, too, will live forever in history as the mother of that backwoods railsplitter — the man of destiny. So Abe stood there beside her — saw her face take on the look of an angel, and whispered "Mam- my, Mammy." And then he knew. The little boy, 10 years old, knew — his mammy was no more — he moved to the corner and wept. His daddy was weep- ing, too, and so was Sarah. But one must not weep too long in the wilderness for there is work to be done. Tom Lincoln went silently out and got a log, and Dennis Hanks, who had just lost his adopted father and mother, helped whipsaw this log into planks, plane the planks smooth and fashion them into a coffin to take the last mortal remains of Nan- cy Hanks Lincoln. Nancy Hanks was just 36 years when the wil- derness claimed her. It was lonesome for Abe and Sarah now with their mother gone, and their father was silent a great deal of the time — he saw that the children were silent — he knew they missed their mother — that they should have a mother. Page 17 SIXTH RUBBER Toni puts over a fast one LONESOME year dragged down into history. A tough year for Sarah and Abe, but they stuck by each other and so it passed. Then their old man, he was a comfort to them, waltzed into the shack one day and said, "Kids, your pappy is walking out on you for a while. Take care of things — I'll be back." Tom had been thinking of that old girl of his, Sarah Bush, the baby who had taken the double har- ness with Johnson and given Tom the heartaches for a time. He knew her husband had cashed in his checks and so he doped it out that it would be square to speak his piece. And what a piece it was! He was rehearsing it all over the trails as he stepped off the miles. Finally he hit Elizabethtown, Kentucky, did a two-step up to Sarah's shanty and opened up. "Hello, Miss Johnson," Tom said. "I have no wife — you have no husband. I came a-purpose to marry you. I knowed you from a gal and you knowed me from a boy. I've no time to lose; and if you're willing, let it be done straight off." "I got debts," was her comeback. And Tom said, "Gimme a list — I'll pay them." They were just piking as we think of debts now in these days of dollar down and try to catch me when the radio, the automobile, the piano and the victrola may all be just so many debts. But Tom laid the dough on the line. There Page 18 was a license issued and they did the plunge into matrimony December 2, 1819. Sarah and Abe in the cabin with Dennis, the boy of 19, as head of the household, spent some weeks waiting, and then one a. m. a wagon drawn by four horses appeared in the clearing. They were breathless with excitement, and when they lamped their dad sitting on the seat, their excitement burst into a fever for there were four others in that wagon, a woman and three children. The wagon creaked to a stop. Sarah and Abe were a little shy at the strangers, but Tom hopped off and he put his hands on Abe's shoulders and Sarah got under his wings and Tom said, "Children, here's your new mammy." In this manner did Sarah Bush Johnson Linc- oln, Abraham's new mammy, come into his life, and they were friends from that moment on. Sarah had a great deal to do with the shaping of the life of Abe Lincoln. Never in history has a step-mother been more kind, more loving and more loved. The children got acquainted. There was John, Sarah and Matilda, three playfellows for the Linc- oln kids. There were feather beds and a slick wood bureau and a clothes chest and skillets and forks and spoons — Sarah's things. Abe touched the slick things, polished walnut, and admired them. It was the first time he had seen such swell fixings, the first time he had ever seen any but home-made furni- ture, cut from the logs of the wilderness. That very night Abe sunk his bony frame into a feather bed for Sarah tossed the corn husks out of his bunk and said, "Big boy, you're going to have it soft. You've got a new mamma to love you now." Page 19 SEVENTH MOVE Did that kid grow? Did he ever? BE sunk into the feathers and tore off a flock of shut-eye. It did him good. The next morning he smacked his new mammy on the cheek, a cheeky osculation, and then he started to grow out of his breeches. From then on he startled his old man by sprouting like corn in a hot sun. When he was 17 he stood six feet four inches in his stocking feet if he had owned sox. But mostly he hoofed it on the hide and his pups were tougher than whet leather. And strong ! Horseradish was weak beside that kid. On Gentry's agricultural estate, only a mashie pitch from Abe's joint, a general merchandise em- porium was started and it became the nucleus of a tank town and the village loafers did their waiting there. Here Abe was recognized as the strongest geezer of the lot, but he didn't do any loafing. He could split more rails than any ax manhandler in the neighborhood. And when it came to lifting hen houses and corn cribs he was the best bet in the county. Abe didn't know his own strength. One night he found a gent freezing to death in a puddle. The rest of the boys gave the blotto lush a horse laugh and went on. Abe hoisted him to his shoulders, he was a big guy, and toted him to a cabin, built a fire and left him to sleep it off. The bird later pub- licly thanked Abe for saving his life. Page 20 The lanky kid heard that a lawyer was to turn on the oratory in a town 17 miles away — and he walked into that burg, heard the speech and hoofed it back the same night. It didn't trouble him to take a little hike like that in one day. In spare moments Abe was reading, puzzling out books. He was kidded a little bit for his atten- tion to books. Once Josiah Crawford loaned him a volume and Abe kept it in his bed in the attic. Rain washed through the roof and soaked the book. Abe went to Josiah and said, "Rain has spoiled your book and I haven't got money to pay for it, but I'll work it out for you." And Josiah said, "Well, you can pull fodder for me in that field there. So Abe pulled fodder, stripping the blades from the cornstalks and he pulled for two days until there wasn't a blade left on a stalk in the field. His old man thought Abe was the gangliest, awkwardest feller that ever stepped over a ten rail snake fence. And his step-ma said she didn't mind him bringing dirt into the house on his dogs because she could scrub the floor, but she wanted him to keep his dome clean because if he didn't, he would be dirtying the white washed rafters. This gave Abe a belt and a dandy idea for a joke. He got some barefooted boys to wade in a creek and get their feet muddy. Then he watched his chance, took the boys to the cabin, and, one by one, lifted them up to put feet prints on the rafters as if the boys had walked upside down. Then he waited for his step-ma to come in and when she saw it she laughed and chortled, but told Abe he ought to be spanked. Abe said, "Mammy, I just wanted to git you to laugh — I'll clean it all up." Page 21 And he cleaned the rafters and whitewashed them again. Abe was already getting a reputation for tell- ing the truth. They had not yet started to call him "Honest Abe" — but everyone knew that he could be trusted and what he said wasn't perhaps. His step-mother often boasted, "Abe ain't spoke a cross word to me since we lived together and he ain't told one lie, never one lie." Abe was working like a grown man, doing his stuff well but he was having fun, too, reading every book he could get his dukes on and playing pranks now and then. It was a tough life, but all he knew, and he was happy. Then another blow hit him. His sister had been married for about a year when she passed on into the beyond. Abe had loved that sis as a pal. Page 22 EIGHTH LEAP Abe pinched — learns about law BE had given every book he could grab off a thor- ough going over by the time he was 18. No printed matter within 50 miles of the Lincoln shanty had escaped his peepers, but he hadn't come to any con- clusions about a career. He probably figured he would go on trying to scratch the earth for a living, then he got into a jamb. Old lady justice stuck her head up and he learned about law from her. It was revelation to the kid; probably gave him the notion that he could go pretty good in there. Here's the low down: A steamboat plied up and down the Ohio river and Abe had got next to the idea that some jack could be made. He had built a raft for his own use to haul things to the boat to peddle. One day a couple of bimboes, men he had never seen, asked to be put aboard the boat. Abe said, "Get on, I'll pole you out," and he took them to the crate. Each had tossed him a four-bit piece. He caught one but was not expecting so much wealth as a second fifty-cent piece and he was not ready when it was tossed to him. He muffed it and the fortune slid into the muddy water, never to be recovered. The fact that one could get so much money for so little work set Abe to think- ing. One whole buck had been given him. Of course he only had a half of it, but it was important dough Page 23 to him, even a half of it. The most he had ever earned before was 31 cents and it had taken him a whole day, from sun up to sun down, at the disagree- able job of skinning pigs to get that much jackaloo; so he figured that here was an easier and a better way of garnering in the dobies. Thereafter Abe was waiting at the river on his own raft every time the steamboat was due. He had taken a number of per- sons in his water-going taxi to the big boat and been given quarters and half dollars and reckoned that he was doing fine. Then one day he was out there on his raft and he saw a couple of young punks on the other side of the river waving to him to come over. When he got across and stepped off his raft the boys grabbed him and said, "We're going to duck you in the river and larn you a lesson." Swell chance they had. Abe was all tough sinews and bone, and he straightened up and said he reckoned they wouldn't care to try anything like that, either one of 'em or both of 'em. And then they figgered maybe it wouldn't be dignified and they squawked out their grievance to young Abe Lincoln. The boys were John and Lin Dill, and they operated a ferry across the river at the point where Abe had launched his log ship. They said he was cutting in on their trade and operating a ferry contrary to the laws of Ken- tucky. "How do you get that way?" Abe asked. "You can't pull that stuff on me, but I'm ready to do what's right soon as I find out what's right." "Tell it to the judge," the brothers said, and Abe came back, "Show me the judge." So they all hiked into the burg and the ferry pushers swore out Page 24 a warrant while Abe waited. Then he was served, legally pinched, so to speak. The trial started at once. Abe had no sex appeal, but hadn't been dropped from any ox carts either. He got the hang of the charge at once and then he opened up. He was his own attorney and his own witness. Squire John Dill was the magistrate. From the law cited it seemed to Abe that he had to cross the creek before he had violated any code, so he said, "Squire, I reckon I'd have to tote a guy clean across the river and set him down on the Kentucky side to be busting that there law — so I'm not guilty." The judge said, "Let's hear the complaining witnesses." They both testified that Lincoln had taken passengers to the steamboat. Abe questioned them, "Did I ever take any across to Kentucky?" They had to admit that he hadn't as far as they knew, and the squire said, "Not guilty." Then Abe sat down with the squire for a long talk and he found out that it was a good idea to know the law, no matter what your business, and when he parted with the squire they shook hands and every day that was law day saw Abe poling his boat across the river to hear the cases before the justice of the peace. Abe was learning law and life. Page 25 NINTH INNING Abe rides the "Daddy of Waters" BE, the square shooter, was getting the breaks. His reputation didn't do him a bit of harm. Jimmy Gen- try, the plute with the biggest acreage in the Pigeon Creek district, had been keeping his peepers on Abe. He saw that he had intestinal fortitude and never tried to get away with a lie, not even a pallid one, so Jimmy called Abe in one winter day and said, "Big boy, how would you like to take a trip?" "Where, how and when?" Abe asked. "Down the big muddy drink," Jimmy answered. "Down the daddy of waters. The Mississippi river." "Fine," Abe said. "What's the play?" So Jimmy explained. "I want you to build a big raft, float all my extra produce down to New Or- leans. Sell some on the way if you can. But the raft has to be plenty big. Come spring, I'll have hun- dreds of pounds of sow bosom, beans, spuds and corn to peddle. That's the way to get the best mar- ket. You'll be the boss of the trip." Taking a ride in an open boat down the Mis- sissippi was no picnic in those days. There was ad- venture, danger in it. The river was swarming with rats. Not only the big four legged variety but the bigger two legged rodents who would steal and cheat and rob. These rats were called "half horse and half alliga- tor." The pirates of the big drink were a tough Page 26 crew. Abe armed himself with a bludgeon from a crab apple tree, saying he would crab the act any of those tough babies tried to pull on him. Besides the dangers from men there were the sand bars and whirls and devious currents in the river. Jimmy Gentry sent his son and heir, Allen, along but he told Abe that he was boss of the boat and Allen was to obey him. Allen was as old as Abe. They started out on a trip that furnished Abe with a lot of education. Travel is broadening, 'tis said. Certainly Abe broadened out under it and saw things he had never seen before. Abe and Allen had to fight the current with their sweeps to keep the flat boat from heading into shore and wrecking itself or getting stuck on the banks. They floated about four to six miles an hour, depending on the current and the difficulty of keep- ing the unwieldy boat off shore. They passed the cave-in-rock on the Illinois shore, with its big sign, "Wilson's Liquor Vault and House of Entertain- ment." A joint in a cave 20 feet square, a road house, or you might say, a river house. Entertainment here was sometimes pretty rough, a place where many farmers who had tried the game of sending their goods down the river and stopped to get a bit of entertainment and had failed to return. There was a room above the cave room, in which the skeletons of 60 men were found a few years later. The Wil- son's had a good thing of their river house. When a river man, rich with a load of groceries stopped, he stopped for a long time, as a rule, and was marked down years later as missing. It was a long trip, you know, and they wouldn't be missed for six months at least. Page 27 But Abe and Allen said, "I reckon we don't need any more entertainment than we are getting caring for this boat," and they passed the place in safety. Ullyses, passing the cave of the winds and the islands of the sirens was in no greater danger than these two young birds on a flat boat laden with wealth. The days passed. They finally got as far south as Baton Rouge and tied up at a plantation platform. They dropped off to sleep, tired from the long labor of the day. About midnight a noise startled Abe and he grabbed the crab apple bludgeon. As he arose he saw two negroes leaping at him with knives in their hands. He swung the club and knocked them both for a long rest. Allen came to at the sound of the crab apple on human meat. There were five negroes there. Seven had boarded the flat boat to loot the cargo and kill the crew. But Abe calmly set out cracking black boys off with his shil- lalah. One got in with a knife and jabbed at his head but Abe dodged. The knife just slashed his fore- head, over his right eye. Blood spurted but Abe was too busy touching off the Senegambians to be both- ered at the time. The blacks took to their shiny heels and ran to shore. Abe and Allen followed, and chased them into the woods. But the blacks were too fast and they lost them in the woods. Abe and Allen came back, untied the boat and shoved off. Abe put a bandana over his eye, and wore the scar the rest of his life. Page 28 I TENTH LOOP AND STILL LOOPING Take a bite out o' that T WON'T be long now," Abe cracked to Allen. He could tell. The traffic was bothering him. And I don't mean the heavy river, either, because he could use the swipes on that old flat bottom boat and beat the congested river traffic. But the slave traffic was the thing that was getting his celebrated an- gora. And the slave traffic was apparent because of the heavy river traffic. Flat bottom and steam scows, loaded to the river line with pigs, pumpkins and people (black people) told him that they were cramping down on the big metropolis, New Orleans. But even his excitement, which was bound to hit a kid, couldn't take his mind off the sights he was seeing and couldn't give his mind any peace. In fact, he wanted to give a piece of his mind to the big black and chocolate traders he saw with bull- snakes in their fat hands, herding their stock in trade on the flat boats. It was here, slipping into the delta region, that Abe got his first low down on the slave trade. It was here, no doubt, that the hatred of that trade took a real solid form in his bosom. He saw blacks handled like cattle, driven like cattle in droves. He saw them chained to the decks. He heard the screams of mothers as their pickaninnies were snatched from their lacteal fountains. His eyes Page 29 flashed. His old ticker pounded and he cursed man's inhumanity to man. Abe gritted his molars and said, "If I ever get a shot at that business I'll crack it like a peanut shell." Gosh, how he longed to leap over the side of his scow and plant five in the face of one of the birds with a fancy vest and a foul mouth who was peddling a slave girl to a vicious buyer. Can't you picture this kid, this soft hearted kid who wouldn't shoot a bird for food or fun, looking on at the most terrific traffic that ever smeared a blot on our coun- try? Can't you picture him, sitting there, keeping his coop, for he was powerless, but shaking his fist just the same, and saying, "Take a bite out o' that !" They landed in the mob, bartered off their gro- ceries, and took a turn around the big town. There they visited slave markets. Saw men and women sold at auction. They visited slave stables. They saw humans sold for prices ranging from 100 bucks for a scrawny field nigger to a grand for a plain and fancy hemstitching girl. The things Abe saw he never forgot. They were to stick in his skull until that day he knew the blacks were all free and that there was no chance of that filthy serpent, slavery, passing out any more apples in our country, the land of the free and the home of the none too cowardly. The pair stuck around the town for three days, their eyes hanging out like banjoes and their ears cocked at the strange lingo they were tuning in on. They heard much talk about how to tame a bad black, how to use the rawhide; and then they hopped a river going steamer and hit out for the north, their jeans packed with dough. Page 30 ELEVEN, IT'S A NATURAL Into the sucker state T HAD been a big year for Abraham, this year of 1828. The 19-year-old giant had got in plenty of travel. He had bisected the U. S. riding the Daddy of Waters to the gulf and back. Travel is broaden- ing, they say. It certainly spread out Abe. That year he got his mits on a law book, his first one, and he did beaucoup skull practice with it. The news- papers were packed with politics. Old Hickory Jack of New Orleans, who gave General Packing- ham Yankee beans, was getting the most ink. Jack- son, the democratic bozo, was putting a crimp in the aristocracy line of big shots in the government. Abe read every line he could find. Abe heard of Johnny Appleseed, the tramp preacher, who gave the west its wine-saps and ap- plesauce by gathering seeds in Pennsylvania and carrying them west, planting them and telling the farmers to grab off all the shoots they could use, saying, "Start orchards in this wilderness." They did, too. Johnny was a character worth a volume himself. He wasn't afraid of anything on this little old footstool. He never had a dime and didn't want one. For his morning coat he wore a gunnysack and his evening clothes and dress suits were made of the same fancy material. He was a bird who knew his Golden Rule and he didn't clip any inches off it either. Page 31 In the fall of 1829 Abe was busy felling trees to build a big shack on his dad's land. He cut and trimmed the trees to the proper log lengths and then his dad said, "Abe, I reckon we might as well cut out this labor. I think I'll move out of this God forsaken country. I've been hearing great things about Illinois. Fve been hearing that you kin raise twice as much corn to the acre as you get in this place." That was the line he had pulled 14 years be- fore, when they lived in Kentucky, and then they moved to Indiana. Tom had bought 80 acres of land at 2 bucks an acre, had built a log cabin, and had lived and that is about all. But Abe had grown to manhood. Now they were going to move; so Tom sold his 80 acres for $125, less than he had paid for it before he had cleared it and made it into productive soil. Abe started looking for trees big enough to make wagon wheels, and hickory tough enough to make axels and poles for an ox-cart. Young Abe found them, too, and he and his dad built their own wagon. (Body by Abraham.) It was put together with pegs and made entirely of wood except for the steel rims on the wheels that the blacksmith at Gen- tryville made. In September, 1829, Tom and Nancy went back to Elizabethtown, Ky., and sold the town lots she had inherited from her first husband for $123. So the Lincoln family had almost $250 in cash, wealth, great wealth, to show for the years of struggle against the wilderness toil in the woods; and they were getting all set to take it on the lam out of Indiana. Page 32 They were movers — they came from a long line of movers and moving was in their blood. Abe got to telling around about a family he knew that moved so often that the chickens could tell when it was moving time and they would come up to the old lady, lie down on their backs and stick their feet up to be tied for the next wagon trip. Abe was beginning to tell funny stories and have a reputation for a wit. They didn't start the actual drive until Febru- ary, 1830, four days after Abe had reached his ma- jority. He was a man grown, 21 years old; he could vote; he could do as he pleased. So Abe thought it would be a smart idea to make a little jack on the side. Before they started he laid in a stock of pins and needles, buttons and tinware, planning to ped- dle them at every farmhouse he found on the way to Illinois. We don't know exactly how much dough, if any, he made on this venture into high finance, but he told many times afterward of one of his experiences in the pin racket, so it gave him a good yarn at any rate. But that's another story. They were headed for the Sangamon river — a word which the Indians say means plenty groceries, and what they were looking for, as usual, was eats in abundance. It was just about all a family could get from the wilderness, you know, groceries and skins for breeches. They forded the Wabash river, the state line of Illinois. A dog was behind one morning as they crossed a stream. Ice was in the water. The dog whined. Abe took off his boots, rolled up his buck- skin jeans and waded across that creek, got the dog, and they were both happy. Page 33 AN EVEN DOZEN "Let's be friends" BE goaded the tough beef on the hoof and the oxen plodded on, burning up the boulevards at two miles an hour. They hit Decatur, 111. and gave everybody a big laugh. But Abe grinned back at the laughers and said, "How do you git to John Hanks' joint?" and they told him. John had been planning on their arrival for a year and had logs all cut for a home for Tom Linc- oln and his family. Tom, Abe and John threw the logs into position and in almost no time they had their home ready. They were ready to settle down for the winter and wait for spring to get in a crop. They had no sooner settled down than it snowed. None of this flurry stuff, but plenty precipi- tation in beautiful white crystals. The Lincolns saw nothing beautiful in it, you can bet, for it meant a long, cold, hard winter, with tough sledding to get enough groceries to fill the nose bag. That was the year of the big snow. Cattle and horses died in droves. Wolves slid over the crusts on the deep snow and had soft picking in the cattle pens. Many people froze to death. The settlers who lived through that winter called themselves snow birds. All of the Lincoln family pulled through, there- by winning the title of snow birds, but they had suf- fered enough in that place to which they had come, Page 34 expecting paradise, and so they moved again, 100 miles south, hoping, I suppose, that the winters would be more mild. Again they used ox-teams. The next stop was in Goose Nest Prairie in the southern part of Coles county near the Cumberland line. In Cumberland county was a boy named Dan Needham. Dan wasn't what you'd call a weakling. He stood six feet four in his bare dogs and was the recognized champion wrestler of Cumberland county, and all other coun- ties in the vicinity. When the men of the district put their optics on this new rawboned baby from Indiana they decided to have some sport. Abe was six feet four also, you know. They started paging Danny. First one and then another farmer who had seen Abe, looked up Daniel and said, "Dan, there is a new guy over in Coles county as can toss you for a fall so fast you'll never know what downed you." "Tie that out in the pasture," Danny said. "There ain't airy man or boy in these parts as kin take a flop out o' me. Why, I'll throw him three out o' four times, anywhere." The hicks were ribbing a battle. They took the word to Abe that Danny said he could throw him three out of four times, and Abe didn't dispute it. He wasn't looking for any wrestling matches. But eventually they met, face to face, at a house raising. Tom Lincoln was there with his son, and the men gathered around and said, "Now, Dan, here's your meat. You think you can throw this boy. Let's see you try it." Each of the youths drew back, bashful like; then Tom said to Abe, "Rassle him, son, rassle him." Abe still held off, but the Page 35 crowd was having a good time; it was a vaudeville show to them, and they kept urging the boys forward. At last they consented to stage a match, three out of four falls. They came together and Dan went down. Dan got up and the crowd hollered, "First fall for Abe." They came together again and Dan went down like a ton of brick, Abe on top of him, and the crowd shouted, "Second fall for Abe." The third time they came at each other Abe got his hold and over went the illustrious Daniel, flat on his well known back. This time the crowd cheered, "Three falls for Abe." Dan got up and wanted to try it again, and again Abe pinned him down as fast as greased lightning. When the boys got up, Dan was fighting mad. "You tricked me, but I can knock your block off," he shouted, and squared away getting set to put a haymaker across, but Abe didn't even put up his dukes. He simply started salving Dan. "Don't go and show off," Abe said, "I wouldn't want to hurt you for the world. I just happened to get you every time. Let's be friends." Dan still had his fists dou- bled up, ready to get in a fast one, but Abe didn't raise his hands or his voice; he just drawled out a line of chin music that made Dan see he wasn't a bad feller. So Dan, instead of letting drive with his right, opened the fist and stuck it out to Abe, say- ing, "Well, I'll be damned." There was a mouthful in that greeting. Abe liked it, and the boys were friends from then on. Page 36 THIRTEENTH, AND NOT UNLUCKY He rides the river again BE had met a pioneer racketeer named Denton Offut during the winter. Dent could throw his voice with conviction. He was long on promises and short on delivery. Dent had promised that he would have a flat boat all loaded with goods to go to New Or- leans early in the spring. He told Abe and John Hanks and a herring tearer named John Johnson, to meet him at the Sangamon river branch near the village of Springfield, early in the spring and be all set to take a long float down the Mississippi. This was Abe's dish since he had made that long trip once before. He was hot for the job. The three men were at the river branch at the appointed time but there was no flat boat and no Denton Offut. They waited around for a day and then they hoofed it into Springfield and started looking for Denton. They found him, all blotto in the Buckhorn tavern. Dent was out, saturated with squirrel juice, but Abe sobered him up and reminded him of his promise. "By gosh, that's right," Denton said. "Now I plumb forgot that, but it's still a go. I'll sail for that notion after all. You boys go onto the government timber land, cut yourselves some gunwales and I'll go to the saw mill and get the rest of the lumber. Abe named himself chief cook and bottle washer Page 37 and they got together a camp outfit and went into the woods to do their stuff. A sleight-of-hand performer came along and asked for a hat, saying he wanted to take some eggs out of it. Abe offered his kelly, a battered old affair that had seen better days, and drawled, "I hesitate to offer you this sky-piece, not so much out of re- spect for the hat as for the eggs." And he got a hand from the show man. It took the boys 30 days to build the boat and get it loaded. While they were working in the woods near the Sangamon river, two men tried to shoot down the swollen flood in a canoe. The canoe did a turtle act and the men were dumped into the ice cold drink. Abe saw it. The men grabbed an overhanging tree, a tree surrounded by swirling, treacherous waters. Abe yelled, "Hang on, boys, I'll get you." Roll- ing a log to the water's edge, he tied a rope to it, tied the other end of the rope to a tree; then grab- bing a pole, straddled the log and pushed himself out to the freezing men. "Now drop," he said, and he got them both aboard the log and worked back to shore, just as calm as could be. The men went about after that telling how Abe Lincoln had saved their lives. A man once before had told, time and again, about how Lincoln had saved his life. Abe was just a big, rawboned human, with a heart in his bosom, leather in his soul and a flock of gray matter in his big head. Calm, thoughtful and cool headed. A bird who could take a look at a situation and tell what to do. Page 38 When they reached New Orleans they had to walk a mile, not to get a camel, but to get to the docks. They walked this over other flat boats that crowded the river. Shipping was growing. The west, the great Mississippi valley, was beginning to send large cargoes to New Orleans and the slave trade was booming, even greater than it had been when Abe saw the cargo of blacks and gave slave markets the once over before. There were ads everywhere telling of negro sales and showing what a brisk traffic there was in human souls. One trader gave notice in handbills, "I will at all times pay the highest cash price for negroes of every description, and will also attend to the sale of negroes on commission, having a jail and yard fitted expressly for boarding them." And another nigger peddler announced, "I have on hand 45 likely niggers, good cooks, a fiddler, a carriage driver, a fine seamstress and a likely lot of field men and women. Will sell all at a small profit as I want to go to Virginia for another large lot for the fall trade." One bird advertised, "Likely wo- man, 25, with three small children." Just like ad- vertising a mare with colts. Everywhere there were advertisements of run- away negroes. Most of these were for faded blacks. One ad said, "$100 reward for the return of a bright mulatto man slave, named Sam, light sandy hair, blue eyes, ruddy complexion, is so white as very easily to pass for a free white man." It burned Abe up. His hatred for slavery got hotter and hotter. Page 39 ft yll 14 STROKES AND STILL IN THE TRAP Goodby, Pa; goodby, Ma BE had peddled the pork and done it well. He worked his way back to New Salem by stoking the boilers on a steamer, and when he reported his suc- cess to Dent, this big hearted bozo said, "Abe, you win the hand painted bath tub. In a few weeks I'm going to open the biggest durned department store this burg ever heard about. Run along home now, but come back in four weeks, for I want you to be my chief executive in the mercantile and grocery business." Abe trotted home. Came a day. They will come. And on this day Abe was going out into the big world and knock it dizzy on his own. He was severing the well known home ties to go to New Salem and work for Denton Offut, big bologny artist. Saying goodby to the old man wasn't so tough, but it was hard to take leave of the beloved step-mother. They fell into a clinch and Abe laid his cheek next to that of the woman he loved as if she were his parent and consanguinity. A tear was dropped and Abe was off. When he hit the village he was all pepped up. Here was life, big time stuff. New Salem was the coming metropolis. It was as big as Chicago was then. It was on a river and it had its boomers. Dent himself said he was going to build it into a great city and Abe was going to have a hand in the build- Page 40 ing. He was going to start peddling prunes and prams in the store, and who knows, maybe be a great merchant. But there were greater things in store for this gangling youth of 22 who hit the village in 1831 than even he dreamed. Ankling down the main drag, Abe discovered that it was election day. At the ballot booth he stopped and rubbered in and out walked a bozo with a question in his eyes. "Say, big boy, can you write ?" Now Abe had been the chief scribbler for his county in Indiana. He was the letter writer for all the countryside. Abe had worked hard, by himself, and he knew his Alpha Beta Gamma but he was no wise guy, no smart cracker who was proud of his extraordinary ability. Instead of stringing the guy with a line about being a penman from way back, Abe answered simply, "Oh, I reckon I can make a few rabbit tracks." This was enough. Writers were few and far between. The gent grabbed him and said, "Inside, boy, and do your stuff." Abe went inside and grabbed the goose quill. It was all the same to him. Goose quill, ax or flat boat. He could navigate. And on this, his first day in New Salem, he met every voter of the place. That's what I call getting away to a start. Voting was a matter of throwing the voice then. The Australian ballot wasn't. The day's labor over, a little extra jack in the jeans, and Abe went to see Dent. "Where's the big store?" he asked. And again the bunk shooter was shy on de- livery. There was no store and no stock for it. But Abe speared a job just the same. A job taking a Page 41 pill roller down the river to Beardstown, 111. The doc was beating it for Texas and he needed a navi- gator to get him to the big river. Abe did it. He said he sailed the crate out over the prairies a couple of times before he hit straight, but he made the grade and returned. Dent bought a lot for 10 smackers, some lumber and a couple of nails, and said, "Abe, there's your store. Put it up." Not to be kidded, Abe proceeded to put it up. The goods arrived and the lanky mer- chant started stocking the shelves. The store was small but the stock was varied. Butter, bonnets, whiskey, wool, shoes, sugar, gloves, gimcracks, cof- fee, calico. Bill Green was made first assistant manager and credit man. Bill was 18 and the son of the local squire. He was supposed to know who could pay his bills and who couldn't, and why. This boy, Bill, was a big booster for Abraham. He went around telling the pop-eyed world that Abe Lincoln knew his oats better than anybody else on the old apple. He said, "He's the best all around, catch-as-catch- can wrestler, book reader, prune peddler or story teller in these parts, and I wouldn't be surprised if he gets to be president of the United States." That's what you call inspiring confidence and I don't mean perhaps. Word got about that the new sugar seller was a bearcat and the Clary Grove gang got snooty over it. They had a bird in their outfit who was supposed to have the world cheated at wrestling. Bill Clary, who ran a giggle-soup emporium next to Dent's store, bet Dent 10 bucks that Abe Page 42 couldn't throw this Clary wonder. His name was Jack Armstrong. The talkies were not bothering people then and any event that looked sporting drew like a magnet. Men came from 50 miles around to see the match. Bets ran high. Money, marbles and chalk were laid on the line. Jack was a tough mug. He was short and powerful as the celebrated bull. Abe held him off for a while, wore him down 'till Jack got sore as one of Job's pet boils. Jack then fouled Abe by stamping on his right dog. This was too much for our even tempered hero. He reached out, picked up Mr. Armstrong by the neck, shook him like a dog shakes a rat, then threw him in the dust so hard a couple of Chinamen got jolted. And he threw him flat on the back, too. As the big champ from Clary's Grove lay there, a busted hero, his gang moved in on Abe with menace in their eyes, knives in their dukes and curses in their teeth. They were going to clean the guy who had made a bum out of their hero. Abe slipped back to the wall and faced them. He was going to take them on, all at once, and he didn't ask for quarter. They were moving in. It looked bad for him, but Jack Armstrong had come to, in the meantime, shook himself in the dust and got to his feet. He saw the play and breaking through the crowd he came up to Abe and grabbed his mit, shaking it. Then he called out, "Lay off, you rabbits. This here guy tossed me fair and he's the squarest, best bird that ever hit this community." Page 43 15*2; 15-4 AND A PAIR IS SIX Abe cops the title "Honest" ONEY was tough to get in those days. (It doesn't roll up hill yet.) But the dough we get today is real jack and easy to spend. In those rare old days, not to say ripe, money might be whiskey, tobacco, shin- plasters or wildcat cash. The wildcat marker^ weren't so good. A story is told about a steamboat captain who needed a load of wood. He pulled up at a dock and shouted to the hay-shaker loafing there, "I want about 40 cords of wood." "What kind of dough you got?" the big stove wood man shouted back. "Wildcat," came the answer. "Fine," said Mr. wood dealer. "I'll trade you even. A cord of wood for a cord of money." That's how they respected the wildcat kopecs. So you can see folks didn't want to get a trim- ming on a deal. And Abe wasn't a boy to give any- one a short change act, either. One A. M. a dame came into the Offut store and laid hard sugar on the line for some calico. After she had taken her goods, her change and her de- parture, Abe got to checking up and he discovered that she had paid six cents too much. Abe took the dough, and when the store closed at night he walked six miles out to her home and said, "Mam, you paid too much money this morning. It was six cents too much. I've brought the money back." Page 44 She took the mazuma, thanked Abe, and he turned around and hiked six miles back to town. Twelve miles on the hoof to return six cents. Can you tie it? Is it any wonder that he got the name of Honest Abe? It was just naturally contrary to his constitution to cheat in any matter, and he was not one to stall around waiting to right a wrong. He didn't want to carry those six cents for a week or so until that same woman should come to town again. Abe was not only milliner, he was also bar- tender. He sold whiskey in the store, by the jug or by the drink, and so loafers sometimes hung around the joint. But they didn't get away with any rough stuff. Some women customers were in the store one day, and a loafer who had too much chatter re- freshments under his rawhide belt started making wise cracks. Abe gave him the high sign to shut his trap, but the loafer pulled another wise crevice that was none too clean. "Keep your face closed, will you?" Abe asked in none too pleasant tones, and then the local wiseacre tried to get funny with our Abraham. Abe turned to his women customers and said, "Pardon me for a moment, will you, please? This person is becoming distasteful. We'll eliminate him." And he picked the gentleman up by the seat of the pantaloons and carried him outside the store, laid him down and, grabbing a handful of smart weeds, proceeded to rub the weeds into his face. "Now you are smart — and how!" Abe said, and calmly returned to duty. Such a bird was Abe Lincoln. And here he is again in a slightly different light, A local gambler and trickster got into the Green Page 45 kid for a small flock of jack on some phoney bet. Abe didn't like to see his bunk mate hooked by a slick racket, so he told Bill to bet that tin-horn that he (Abe) could lift a barrel of whiskey and take a drink out of the bunghole. Now a barrel of whiskey weighs something. When the tin-horn came back to the store, young Bill said, "Say, bozo, you like to bet so well, I'll give you a little wager. I'll bet you the best beaver sky- piece in this joint, against one just as good, that Abe Lincoln can lift a barrel of whiskey and take a snort out of it and set it down again." "You're full of ballon juice," the gambler said. "There's no bird living can lift a barrel and take a drink out of it." "Well, that's what makes a horse race — a differ- ence of opinion," Bill said. "But if you are sure, why don't you lay your jack on the line?" The gambler asked Abe, "Can you do that?" And Abe answered, "Well, I never tried it, but I figure I might be able to do it." "You're as dumb as Dora herself," the gambler opined. "I'll lay the bet." Abe then rolled a barrel full of whiskey out in the middle of the floor, squatted down and rolled it up his knees. Still squatting, he rolled that bar- rel until the bunghole was in the right position, then he pulled the stopper, bent over, took a mouthful of whiskey, put the barrel back on the floor and stood up. Then he spat out the corn juice and said, "I guess you lose, tin-horn." That's the only record of Abe ever getting a mouthful of whiskey. Page 46 SIXTEEN-SWEET SIXTEEN AND- Kid Kupid scores a knockout KINNING a cheat was Oke for a little fun, but Abraham didn't indulge in much of that kind of stuff. He was too busy reaching out for knowledge. He wanted education and he wanted it with a long- ing that made him go get it. He was a man, treated and respected as a full fledged male, but he wanted to be hep to history, good in grammar, mighty in mathematics ; so he continued to read and strive for education. Mentor Graham, local school master, told Abe where he could snag a grammar and Abe hiked six miles to borrow the book. Then he ate it up, word for word. He burned pine shavings in a horse- shoer's establishment at night studying it. And while he passed out the groceries he was getting a load of geography. Tea from China, calico from Massachusetts, coffee from Brazil, etcetera. When he was digging into the studies, he was distracted at times by the picture of a face that ever swam in his mental optics. A beautiful face. A face that would have made the pageant of pulchritude hands down. And sometimes as he dropped the text book for a moment to contemplate the beauty, he would talk to himself. (Love will do it.) He would say, "Gosh, it can't be possible that a sucker like me can have a girl like her." He was trying to kid himself that he wasn't in love. Page 47 It was no use. Abe was in love and he knew it. It hurt him, for he was conscious of his own humble beginning, conscious of the fact that he came from the poor Kentucky Linkerns, who had found it pretty tough going to read or write. Abe was not one to kid himself or glorify him- self. Try as he did to get an education, to learn to know more than anyone else in New Salem about the subjects of grammar and reading and writing, still he did not think himself worthy of the ritz number, the girl with corn silk hair, deep blue eyes and fair pink cheeks, whose image he could not erase from his medulla oblongata for one minute. A debating society had been formed in New Salem with the educated people of the district as members. The society was for folks who wanted to advance themselves, and that was Abe's dish. He certainly did want to advance himself. It had been his fondest wish from early boyhood. Wherefore, Abe, the store-keeper — ladies' bon- nets and clowning water — joined. In the course of human events it became necessary for him to burn the tonsils. He opened his address with an apology, but as he warmed to the subject, marshalling facts and pre- senting squads east about as a general would pre- sent his troops in perfect formation, he got hot and impressive. His self consciousness departed. His tongue got loose and so did his hands. They came out of the pockets and waved about in loose gestures. Now and then Abe would illustrate a fact with a flash of wit or a pointed yarn that would give the house a laugh. Page 48 Yes, Abe was going good, and the whole society listened with respect to the lanky youth. But, as Abe came to close, he broke down and said, meekly, that he hoped his argument would stand on its legs and command respect. There was applause, but he didn't know whether he had scored a hit or whether the company was simply being polite to him. But the next day it came to his ears that James Rutledge, president of the society, had said, "There is more than just wit and fun in the head of Abe Lincoln. ,, And this had given him a thrill that nothing else could give him, because the vision of femininity he was worshiping from the side lines was the daughter of this James Rutledge. She was Ann Rutledge, then 18, and undoubtedly the most beautiful belle in the whole community. Rutledge ran the town tavern. We would not think of this as an especially exalted position, but Rutledge was educated and the most looked up to man in the vicinity. He came from the famous Vir- ginia Rutledges. One of his ancestors had signed the Declaration of Independence, and he was a man of means and pride. Abe had seen that beautiful girl standing on the bank when he had worked the flat boat over the dam, when he had made his first hit for wit and calm action in this tiny city of New Salem. He had seen her there and the image had remained with him, but Abe had never tried to talk to her. Instead he kept saying to himself, "It can't be that such a sucker as me can have such a girl as her." There you have seen the start of one of the sad- Page 49 dest love affairs in the history of our national figures. Now Abe took a slight tumble to himself. He went to the tavern every once in a while and found that he could sit beside the beautiful Ann; and al- though his heart was hammering like a trip ham- mer, and the blood seemed to make his temples feverish, still he could pull a line about the weather and get by with it. Thank God for the weather. At nights Abe would whisper, "Ann Rutledge" — like a prayer the words were — "Ann Rutledge." The Cameron dames where he boarded — there were 11 of them — teased him about his skinny legs and gangling arms. He was always ready to admit "I ain't much to look at," but he was cherishing a love in his heart that he was much too bashful to expose to the eye of the world, or even to the object of his love. Yep, it gave him great pleasure to hear that the father of this vision, this angel, had said that he had something besides wit and fun in his dome. Page 50 SEVENTEENTH BALLOT Abe takes whirl at politics and war ENTON OFFUT was hitting the unsurpassed Ken- tucky rye with remarkable regularity, keeping an edge on all the time, neglecting business and letting his emporium get run down at the heels. The words were passed that Dent was "petering out!"* And he was slipping no end. He was always sailing under a full cargo of his own limb-to-limb liquor, and Abe saw that he was going to be out of a job pretty soon if he didn't spear something else. It was the winter of 1832 and New Salem was due for a representative up at the state house. Abe said to himself, "Why not? I can read and Jimmy Rut- ledge figures I am not all wet. He came to me and slipped me the idea of tossing this old kelly into the ring." Guess I'll run for this here now legislature job." So Abe ran. He doped out his own platform and stood on it and for a youth of 23 it was an admirable platform. The major plank was one nearest the heart of this bimboo who had spent his life so far "learning." He had had actually only a few days in school, but he had been schooling himself all the time, •Some one may possibly have noticed that I have employed a slang phrase or two in hashing this volume together. But that "petering out" phrase is a ripe, old one that was culled from the documents of the time, one they actually used then. Slang isn't new. It isn't even fresh most of the time. The users may be, but the gaga of today comes from the googoo of yesterday. Page 51 reading everything that he could find worth read- ing, studying continually. Abe, they said, could pump a man dry on any subject and he was always pumping. So Abe was most interested in education and here is one of the planks the 23 year rawboned baby put into his poli- tical platform. "Upon the subject of education, not presuming to dictate any plan or system respecting it, I can only say that I view it as the most important sub- ject which we, as a people, can be engaged in. "For my part, I desire to see the time when education — and by its means morality, sobriety, en- terprise, and industry — shall become more general than at present." Abe made one startling pronouncement con- cerning his campaign. He said, "If the good people in their wisdom shall see fit to keep me in the back- ground, I have been too familiar with disappoint- ments to be very much chagrined." While the campaign was getting under way a menace hit the west. The copper kids, sometimes called Indians, got out their compacts and put on a generous supply of war paint. (Save the surface and you save all). The governor of Illinois sent out the call for volunteers to go out and take a poke at Mr. Blackhawk, and Abe dropped his campaigning to become a springer, i. e. to spring to arms. The Sac Indians had owned Illinois, planted their corn there for centuries and every fall had pulled their ceremonials, thanking the Great Spirit with prayers and many songs for the harvest. They had fought for this fertile dirt against all comers, and all tribes, and held it, and now they had been Page 52 boosted out of their favorite spot. They had been given a kick in the buckskin breeches and the bum's rush out of their land. Of course they had signed papers, selling Illinois to the government, but their ancestors were buried here and they wanted it back. Blackhawk had been chief for 40 years and his blanket bore the imprint of a blood-red hand, show- ing that he was no piker in the game of war. It showed that he had killed and scalped an enemy before he had reached the age of 15. Now he heard the call of the Great Spirit, Man- ee-doo, telling him to cross the Mississippi and go grab off the lands of his people ; go kill and scalp. That was his plan and he meant to stick to it. The Fox and Winnebagoes, the Sioux, the Kickapoo and other tribes had sent word that they would back him up in his little job of smearing the whites. When the recruiting sergeant hit town Abe was there with his hand in the air; so was Jack Armstrong of the Clary Grove boys, and all the boys from the grove and others. Among the others there was a saw mill man named Kirkpatrick, a leading citizen and plenty influential. Kirkpatrick wanted to be captain of this new outfit. Kirk had once cheated Abe out of two bucks and Abe remembered it, but said nothing, of course. Kirk had hired Abe to move a flock of logs and had agreed on a price; then when Abe said he wanted a cant hook, too, Kirk had said that he was sorry, he was just fresh out of cant hooks. Now, it is much easier to move a log with a cant hook than without. In fact, you can't hook a log without a cant hook. But Kirk said, "Well, I'll give you $2.00 extra for doing the work without one." Abe had taken the Page 53 job under this agreement, and worked and sweated and tugged hard to make that extra two smackers. But when the work was all done Kirk had failed to fork over with the extra pay. Abe had asked for it and Kirk had given him the run-around. Abe had taken this rotten deal and said nothing, but when Kirk started campaigning among the rookies to have himself set up as captain of the outfit, Abe secretly hoped that he would flunk out. When at last they were all lined up and Jack Armstrong said, "Now, let's pick a captain," Abe was tense with excitement. He had not figured that he was in the running. He was not thinking of him- self as an officer. Many things he had studied but he had never studied the C. D. R., or the army regu- lations. But Jack Armstrong said, "I nominate Abe Lincoln to be our captain," and some other buck said, "I nominate Kirkpatrick to be captain." They decided that this was enough and closed the nominations. They voted by a very direct method. Abe stood on one side and Kirkpatrick on the other. All who wanted Abe for C. O. were to step to his side, and all who wanted Kirk were to shag their hips over to his side. There was a general break to Abe's side and when beaks were tallied, he had two for one over Kirk. You can be mighty certain that Abe got a big kick out of that vote of confidence, that he who didn't have a dime cash, no property, nothing but his own gaunt frame and his own self-tutored brain, was picked to be a captain in the war. Page 54 EIGHTEENTH SPASM Cap* Lincoln in a technical brig HE war was a kind of a flop. It didn't gross big and therefore it had a short run. But it lasted long enough for Abe to get a slant on men in war; for him to get a good look into their hearts and it had a heavy influence on President Lincoln during those terrible years that were to come. His men were tough cookies, hard to manage, hard to discipline and it took a man like Abe, with leather in his make-up, to get away with it. But the regular army shave-tails and maple-leafs didn't savvy this at first. The pointers called his company a set of hard men. Not a one of the gang knew "squads east" from "right front into line." Abe didn't either, but he started in to learn. His first army command was met with the an- swer, "Aw, go to hell." Abe didn't figure it was time to go yet and he let them know that he was going to be obeyed if he had to trim every dogface in the company. Abe was drilling his company one day before he had got the commands down pat. It was march- ing in a column of platoons straight at a fence. There was an open gate and Abe wanted to march the men through but he couldn't think of the com- mand that would create a column of twos so they could hit the hole. The company kept on going straight at the fence and Abe kept worrying what Page 55 he should do. He couldn't think of the command, but he got an idea. Resourceful, Abe was. He called* Company-halt." Then he ordered, "This company is dismissed for one minute. When it falls in, it will line up on the other side of the fence." "Smart soldiering," the rookies called it. While in camp an old Indian rambled into the clearing one day. The men rushed at him. They were out to kill Indians and here was an Indian to kill, but Abe leaped to the side of the ancient abor- igine, showed his men that the copper hide was carrying a military pass and said, "Men, this must not be done; he must not be shot by us." One of the men called Abe a coward. Lincoln's eyes blazed at the charge. He had been called other things but never coward before and he said, "If any man here believes that, let him test it." And then there was a cry. "Cap, you're bigger and heavier than any of us." And Lincoln shouted back— "You can guard against that— choose your weapons." And they all cooled off, knowing that Abe was no coward and respecting him because he was not to be kidded, because he was of their own kind, hard— and not one to let his silver bars keep him from mixing it with any one of them. And they had reason to respect him for a com- manding officer, too. If men love their officers it is because these officers love them and will go to the front for 'em. Abe went to the front for his buckoos whenever there was occasion. The regu- lars were getting regular chow. But when mess call sounded for Abe's company and other volunteer out- fits, many times it was just too bad. It didn't mean a thing, because there was no mess. Abe went to Page 56 the head of the brigade and said, "My men want their groceries and they are as entitled to them as the regulars." Oh, man, do the bucks like to see their com- manding officer speak his pieces to officers from an- other company? I'll say they do. Abe's command got good grub and proper treatment from then on. Now we have told you of several wrestling matches in which Abe had it all his own way. Most of his opponents were push-overs for Abe. His boys thought he was the greatest wrestler in the world, including the Scandinavian countries. So the Clary Grove boys, who had seen Abe throw their own Jack Armstrong, issued a general challenge. They said, "Our cap can throw any guy in this man's army." This boast reached the ears of one Gargantuan gen- tleman named Thompson. Thompson had friends. They came over to Abe's company and said, "We'll bet you anything you got that Thompson can take a fall out of your captain." Abe agreed to wrestle him and Thompson threw Abe like he was tossing a sack of flour to the ground. They then started on the second fall and Abe had grown leary. He was working hard to save the boys' bets. They had laid all their cash, their jack knives and blankets on Abe. Thompson struggled and Abe heaved and grap- pled for a hold, but Thompson was bigger than Abe and stronger and a better wrestler. Thompson had Abe going. Abe managed to hang on and they went down together. Thompson men claimed the fall and the match, but the Clary Grovers thought it was a dog-fall, and not a winner. It looked like a free for all fight, Abe's men against Thompson's backers, Page 57 but Abe called out, "Boys, hold everything. If this man didn't throw me fair, he could. Pay your bets. You lost." They paid without a whimper because Abe said to pay, but they still said Abe was the strongest man in the army and could throw any- body in it. Abe and his company engaged in only one fight with the Indians. Then the redskins pulled a little frameup to their own liking and nipped off five scouts. They pinched scalp locks from the five and rode away in the night. The bodies were found the next day and Abe read the funeral service over his men. But the war didn't last long. The whites had learned that ambush game pretty well and they had also learned a way to corrupt the Indians. Mr. Blackhawk didn't know it, but Sioux and Winnebago scouts had given him the double cross. They led his Sacs into a sack, and the white men pulled the strings. They put Mr. Blackhawk and his army" into the bag and then they waltzed the old gentle- man down to Washington where he was ushered in before Old Hickory Jackson, the great white chief. Both of these chiefs were nearing the 70 mark. Both had killed many men; and the red chief looked straight into Jackson's eye and said, "I am a man and you are another. "I took up the hatchet to avenge injuries which could no longer be borne. Had I borne them longer, my people would have said 'Blackhawk is a squaw; he is too old to be chief — he is no Sac' This caused me to raise the war whoopee. I say no more; all is known to you." And that was the end of the unpleasantness. Page 58 NINETEEN NOTCHES 9 Trimmed at the poles; Blackstone ft BE'S company was mustered out, but the war was not officially off the books so Abe up and enlisted as a buck. It takes some inside fortitude to join up as a buck after being a captain, but Abe did such. When they said of the war, "That's all there is, there isn't any more," Abraham found himself in Whitewater, Wisconsin. Someone had pinched his hayburner so he had to hoof it back to Illinois. While in the army he got chummy with a Maj. Stuart, a Springfield barrister and this officer gave him some hot tips on the legal business. The kid kept thinking, "If I could ever get as high as a law- yer in this pop-eyed world I wouldn't mind speak- ing out to Ann." He carried her picture through the war in his heart. Once back in his adopted burg of New Salem, he remembered he had launched into a battle for a job of statute manufacturer. He started a personal campaign, and it wasn't from the platform of a pri- vate train, either. More often it was from the south end of a wagon pointed north. As a sample, take the speech he pulled from an auctioneer's cart. After the pig peddler had finished his harrangue, Abe took over the flat bed that the spieler had used as a platform. He raised a bony hand and started, "I reckon you all know who I am. I am humble Abe Lincoln." A good start, but he got Page 59 no farther. One of his friends was getting a raw deal. Abe hesitated. The fight went on. His friend was getting a whaling from a gang. Abe didn't apologize. He simply stepped down off the wagon, shouldered his way into the crowd, grabbed the bimbo who had started the fight by the seat of his pantaloons and the scruff of his neck and tossed him ten feet for a flop. Without making an unnecessary gesture, Abe stepped back to his platform and went on where he had left off. "I am humble Abraham Lincoln. I have been solicited by many friends to become a candi- date for the legislature. My politics are short and sweet like the old woman's dance. I am in favor of a national bank; I am in favor of the internal im- provements system and a high protective tariff. These are my sentiments and political principles. If elected, I shall be thankful ; if not, it will be all the same." Abe made no bones about his position although he knew he was taking the unpopular side. At that time in Illinois politics, almost everyone was for Hickory Jack, and here was Abe, lining up with Jackson's opponents. Abe had a way of getting next to the folks that was effective — he would go to a farmer's field, see- ing him pitch hay, Abe would grab a fork and work for an hour without saying a word except, "Howdy." When the hay was pitched Abe would say, "I am running for the legislature. I hope you'll vote for me. If you don't, no hard feelings." And away he would go. A judge, Stephen T. Logan (You'll hear more about Logan) got a load of one of Abe's speeches Page 60 and said, "He was tall, gawky — rough looking. His pantaloons didn't meet his shoes by six inches. But he made a sensible speech. He had novelty and a peculiarity in presenting his ideas; he had individu- ality." That's it, that's the word. Lincoln had indi- viduality. Abe took a bad trimming. But in New Salem therje were 300 votes cast and Abe got 277 of them. Where he was known, he was liked and admired. The defeat left Abe without a job. Denton Offut's store had hit the rocks with a dull thud. Abe had his choice of two outs. The local blacksmith wanted to teach him his trade. It was a chance to make a good living. Or Lincoln could go into busi- ness. The stores in the town were failing for one reason or another — there were five of them and none doing very well — but everyone liked Abe and offered to finance him in the proposition of starting a store. So Abe and William F. Barry, son of the Pres- byterian sky pilot, purchased a store, called it "Bar- ry and Lincoln" and started into business. The store racket was not so hot. There was plenty of time to read, and while this didn't make any impression on the cash register, it put more knowledge into Abraham's coop. One day, while Abe was waiting for trade, not on it, a mover stopped and said, "Hey, can you use a barrel?" "A barrel of what?" Abe asked. "Barrell of nothing," the mover said. Abe saw that he was hard up and probably needed a couple of dimes pretty bad so he said, "I'll give you, four bits for it." The mover was happy to get that much Page 61 dough. And Abe had a barrel on his hands. A worth- less barrel, he thought. But give a little heed. It was one of the best investments Abe ever made in his life. It was a turning point. Later that day Abe sat contemplating his pur- chase, probably saying to himself, "Oh, well, the poor geek needed the jack. I shouldn't begrudge it." Then he got ambitious and started cleaning the thing out, thinking he might wish it off onto some- body for part of the cost. And while he was digging in the trash inside that barrel he came on a book. Any book would hold up Abe until he had taken a good look at it. It was a book by a bird named Blackstone. "Blackstone" — hot pups! This was just what Abe had been looking for. Maj. Stuart had told him that all students of law should get a mess of Black- stone and here he had it right in his mitt. "Blackstone's Commentaries of English Law." The barrel was a gold mine. He had cast a hunk of punk on the waters and it had come back all but- tered and loaded with jam. From then on Abe was busy absorbing the commentaries. Abe Lincoln was studying law. Page 62 TWO SCORE, THAT'S 20 Merchant, postmaster, surveyor ARRY and Lincoln, potatoes and pump handles, not incorporated, was sliding into the red so fast that it looked like curtains for the business. Bill Barry was lapping up the corn juice so consistently that he was a washout as far as help was concerned. Abe had signed some notes for others and they had taken it on the lam leaving him grasping the bag firmly between the forefinger and the thumb. Debts bothered him. The name, "Honest Abe," had stuck, but some of the creditors were pressing. During this troublesome period of his young life he got a break. He was appointed postmaster. No Democrat wanted to read the postcards so Abe, the Whig, speared it. It gave him a chance to read all the newspapers and he liked this feature. He combined the postmaster job with the business of running the store. In the tall and uncut this com- bination is still working effectively. Besides reading all the papers, Blackstone, and the old grammar, he was delving into one of the biggest busts of history, the bust of the Roman em- pire, as told by the late lamented Mr. Gibbons. Compared with the crackup of his own business, this was more than colossal, and he probably got a kick out of the history. My dear old dad used to say that you didn't know anything about history if you were not on familiar terms with Gibbons and his Page 63 "Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire." Finally Abe's business went kaflooey, just like that. Abe was left with nothing but debts and friends. Thank heaven for friends. He had friends he didn't even suspect. One of these gentlemen was John Calhoun, a Jackson Democrat. Calhoun sent word to Abe that he would like to appoint him surveyor for Sangamon county, so Abe walked 20 miles to Springfield and said, "John, I sure would admire to get that job. I'm broke and have debts and need the dough, but I want to settle things first. I can't take the job if it means I got to change my views or politics. And I want it clear that I can speak out on any subject just as I feel." Imagine! Abe was only 24, needed a job, but he was not going to have his freedom of mind blocked for anybody or anything. And John said, "Why sure, Abe, I ain't putting any bridles on your tongue. Speak out as much as you like." Did you ever try to learn how to survey in 10 easy lessons? Well, they are not easy lessons. Get a picture of yourself learning it out of a book with- out any practical person to aid; without anyone to tell you about the instruments. Abe took the book to Mentor Graham, the school master, and Mentor was glad to help him puzzle out the theorems, the calculus, the logar- ithms. Imagine, doping out that mess of mathe- matics if you had never gone beyond plain ciphering in school. But Abe worked on it, all day and all night. He worked for weeks, getting thinner and thinner and more run down at the heels. Friends got worried and begged, "Abe, lay off of that book Page 64 stuff or you'll be filling a seven foot hole in the ground." But Abe said, "I got to learn surveying" and he learned it. There's one for the book; which recalls that Mr. G. Washington also did some surveying before he became known as the daddy of this here now country. It took Abe six weeks to master that book and then he started out buying his instruments on the dollar down plan. The pay was four bucks a day when he worked and he only worked now and then when there was surveying to do. Things were get- ting no better fast. It looked black for Abe. Those debts were giving him the heebie jeebies, but he got back his strength in the open. Abe owed $1,100 and he got to figuring that four smackers a day wasn't going to get this all paid back soon. The Trent Brothers, who had purchased Abe's wreck of a store, had paid with notes, and after a few weeks they got hot boots and streaked it out of the country. Abe was still holding the sack as you can see, and it was getting his well known mountain goat. Had he been yellow, or lacking in leather, he could have taken it on the lam himself. It was the popular thing to do when in bad. But this boy, Abraham, was not made this way. He was one to stand and face the music. This is one of the traits that shows up throughout his whole life. This trait alone made him great. To go out and play with the plumb lines and transits Abe had to have a hayburner. He was pay- ing on the charger and only had ten bucks more to go when a tough creditor slapped a suit on him to Page 65 collect those bucks. They took the horse and the instruments, too, after getting a judgment, and these were to be sold at public auction to meet the $10.00 debt and court costs. Abe was sick at heart at losing his means of livelihood and his faithful old buckskin. It seemed he just couldn't laugh it off. He gritted his molars and grinned at times, but his troubles just wouldn't take the air. The day of the auction came and one James Short, a Sand Ridge farmer, was in there bidding on the nag and tools. Jimmie kept on bidding until the price got to $125.00 and they were knocked down to him for that. Jimmie mounted the animal, grabbed the instruments and rode into New Salem. There he found Abe, disconsolate, blue as indigo. Abe looked up from the woodpile on which he was sitting and saw Jimmie there astride his horse. He saw Jimmy with his case of instruments and Abe nodded, "Howdy, Jimmie, ,, and Jimmie said, "Morn- ing, Abe — I just bought this old oats-consumer and these funny sticks and peep holes and brought 'em in to you. You need 'em, Abe, and I don't." Well, you could have bowled Abe off that wood- pile with a goose quill. Here was a guy with a heart, plenty heart and no fooling. Abe was so happy at this display of friendship, so happy to have his nag back and to have his tools, that he couldn't speak for an instant. He swallowed hard, choking back the happy tears and then drawled — "Uncle Jimmy, I'll do as much for you some day." And he did, but that's another story. Page 66 TWENTY-FIRST CHAPTER A broken heart EING young, in love and in debt at the same time is no picnic. That is the fix Abe was in. He managed to get out to the Rutledge tavern every now and then and sit in on some of the song fests. He man- aged to talk about the dry spell and the "it ain't the heat, it's the humidity" with the girl he loved, but that is as far as he got. His worship must have been reflected in his optics, now and then, but Ann wasn't a forward jane. She couldn't tell Abe to snap out of it and speak his piece. She wasn't that kind of a girl and so while Abe was keeping his heart bleed- ing and his trap shut a fast worker stepped in and copped his girl. Abe knew some things about this bird, too, but he wasn't one to get out the hammer for a rival, so he let this McNeil waltz away with the girl — almost. Abe probably figured that he was doing right be- cause McNeil was a go-getter. He had made a bar- rel of money and he wasn't blowing it either. All he made went right down in the sock. When Abe had reached the age of 25 another election for state legislature came up and this time he took the stump and cleaned up. In 1834, it was, and he went to Vandalia, the state capital. He was still in debt and had to go in deeper to get a pair of Sunday pants for the job. Sitting at his own desk in the state house, Abe's mind kept going back to New Page 67 Salem and the girl he left behind. He couldn't get her out of his memory. He knew that this McNeil person, who probably had some phoney streak somewhere, had beat it out of town, telling Ann he would return soon and they would be married. Abe kept hearing from New Salem that McNeil had not yet showed up. He began to worry for Ann. He feared her heart would be broken. Abe came back from Vandalia in 1835. McNeil was still among the missing, and Ann Rutledge wel- comed Abe with pleasure. Shortly after his return Ann wrote to McNeil, telling him that he could take a flying trip to Santa, as far as she was concerned; that she wanted back that promise she had given. McNeil didn't even bother to answer her letter and Ann was happy. She had been loving Abe all these years, loving and admiring him and hoping that he would pop the well known question — but he hadn't done it. At last she told him slyly about McNeil failing to write to her. Abe clenched his fists. He wanted to go find that trifler and take a poke at him, but instead he held Ann's hand and peace began to come to his troubled heart. It dawned upon him that Ann was free now and he was beginning to get on in the world. A real live member of the state congress was something, even if he did have debts. Abe sat holding Ann's hand and then shyly, he said, "Ann, can I comfort you?" And Ann said, gaily — "Oh, Abe, I am glad he didn't come back. I guess I never did love him for I am so glad — glad, he didn't come back." Now it would take a dumb omelet not to get the meaning of these words and Abe said, "Ann, I love Page 68 you. I guess maybe you know that. I have loved you since I can remember, since that day, years ago when I saw you standing on the bank while I tried to get that stubborn flat boat over the mill, re- member?" "Do I remember — I can never forget it. I thought, 'There is a fellow who can do things' — I liked you that day, too, even if we didn't speak." It wasn't long until Ann was nestling happily in Abe's long, bony arms, and she felt that they were arms of protection. She knew that Honest Abe was no trifler; that he was steadfast as the well known boulder at Gibraltar. So they planned. Abe was 26 then. Ann was 22, and was going to the Jacksonville Female Academy in the fall. Abe said, "Ann, I'll go to the Illinois College at Jacksonville, too, and then we will be near each other during the whole term." Abe would have to duck his classes at the college to run down to Vandalia for the sessions of the legislature, but he knew he could do that and make up the work. From April until August Abe was deliriously happy and so was Ann. Late in August chills and fever came to New Salem. Lincoln had been down and up and down and up, shaking like a drummer shaking for the drinks — his teeth chattering, and he had consumed great quantities of quinine and calomel. Then Ann Rutledge took the fever. She lay burning up with the disease, and at times she was out of her head. She kept calling continually for Abe. Never once did she mention McNeil in her delirium. Abe sat beside her bed, holding her hot little hand in his big, bony one. Ann didn't seem to rally. Abe just sat and prayed silently. His heart Page 69 seemed to draw into a knot and to ache all the time, he was so helpless. There was nothing he could do to relieve the suffering of this girl he loved better than life. For two days he did not leave her bed- side. As he sat there, watching her sink, hearing her whisper, "Abe — Abe" his soul was crying. Everything seemed so futile, so worthless. While Abe held her hand, she passed on. There was a funeral. Abe was dazed, but he bore up until after the funeral. Then he went away and tried to forget. But there was no use. He was a broken man. His heart had left him. A week after the funeral Bill Green found Abe rambling in the woods, praying aloud and mumbling sentences that Bill could not make out. Bill watched him and then got others to take turns watching him, afraid that he would die alone in the woods, walking and talking. Dr. Allen begged Abe to stay indoors and rest and at last he had to rest, he was exhausted. His grief had broken his great physical strength as well as his heart. He stayed at the home of Bowling Green, and Nancy Green kept him busy with little tasks, hoping to ease his mind. He held the yarn for her while she knitted, but he was silent. No long- er did he tell funny stories, or crack jokes. In the evenings it was useless to talk to him for he would simply sit and stare into the open fire. Slowly, as the weeks passed, the old time order of self control returned to Abe, but it was said that he was never himself again. The hurt of the sorrow burned in his heart and showed in his eyes. He was a changed man and he kept the mystery of that change to himself, never seeking sympathy, never talking about his sorrow. Page 70 TWENTY-SECOND EPISODE A girl and a pig EMPUS FUGIT. You can't stop it. Joshua tried, but the dizzy old apple has kept right on whirling. And time heals in one way or another. Time and work. As time passed, Abe got back into work. He was elected again to the state legislature. He was the big shot of the "Long Nine," a bunch of boys all over six feet tall with plenty meat on their bones and gray matter in their domes. They were for internal improvements and Abe was their leader. They said, "He follows no geezer. We all follow him." They put over a $12,000,000 im- provement plan. Abe wanted Illinois to be the greatest state on the frontier. They moved the capi- tal from Vandalia to Springfield. Abe grew in power but he lost none of his lowly, humble kindness. A thousand yarns could be spun about this period — how he stuck a pin in a big gas bag named Allen; how he took the snooty legislators down a couple of pegs; how he swayed the house with his simple eloquence. On one matter Abe risked his popularity while making the race for the job. He came out flatfooted for woman suffrage. And this was way back in 1836. It was a bomb shell to stick in a platform and the pineapple might have blasted him right out of politics. But it didn't. It shows how forward looking was this lanky youth. He said, "I'm for giving all whites who pay taxes Page 71 and bear arms the right to cast a ballot and this goes for the women, too." Abe was lonely despite his great labors in the pastures of politics, and so eventually he got to stepping out a little with a baby named Mary Owens. Mary had come to New Salem to visit her sister, Mrs. Bennett Able, and Mrs. Able was doing all she was able to make a match. She figured that Abra- ham was scheduled to take a long ride upward. She was betting on his stock, because she knew him as the New Salem folks knew him and had an insight into his sterling worth. He looked like a good bet to her and she wanted to get her sister hooked up with a smart egg like Abe. Mary had just come out of a girl's finishing school and she wore a flock of rags that startled the natives. They said, "My, I never saw such trimmings on a gal before." Mary was a hot flapper of the time, but Abe was no sheik. One night he arrived all spattered with mud. He explained that he had been busy rescuing a pig. He said, "Here I was all fixed up in my best Sunday- go-to-meeting rags and I was riding along and there was that poor little porker squealing his heart out, stuck in the mud. I rode right on and I said — 'I can't get all messed up just because a poor little pork chop on the hoof is all mired down in the mud,' and so I rode on, and that pig kept on squealing and I heard him squeal, 'There now, my last hope is gone.' What could I do? I had to ride back and pull that little bacon out of the mud. That's all there was to it." Mary listened to this with her nose slightly elevated, as if Abe had been wrong to take notice of a pig. Page 72 They were going to a party at Uncle Billy Green's one night. To get there they had to ford a creek. The young folks were mounted on hayburn- ers and all the young men very carefully rode along- side of their girl friends. But Abraham was think- ing of something else and he rode on ahead of Mary. It burned her up. She couldn't stand that ungallant treatment and when she got him off to one side she laid him out plenty. "I suppose you didn't care whether my neck was broken or not," she said. Abe was equal to the occasion. He came back, "Why, Mary, I knew you were smart enough to make that little ford yourself. I know a smart girl when I see one." This stumped her for a minute. She fell for that old string of bologny, but after a second she recovered from the compliment and lit into Abraham again — "You can stop to rescue a pig, but you can't take any trouble over me." Abe laughed that off, too. He was a bearcat at laughing off criticism. Mary went back to Ken- tucky. They had no understanding. Abe couldn't forget Ann Rutledge. Mary didn't know whether she wanted to set her cap for this bird or not. He had never mentioned marriage, but she figured she could turn her sex ap- peal loose on him and grab him off if she wanted him and she kept studying the question. Page 73 WHO CAN REMEMBER 23 SKIDOO? Hanging out the shingle BE had not neglected his jurisprudence. He was still plugging at Mr. Blackstone and the big questions of the day were being slowly turned over in that think- tank of his. An anti-slavery society had been formed in Philly. This society had come out cold for abolition, with a program of organizing societies in every burg in the country until they had the issue whipped. In some Southern states it was against the law to open your yap against slavery, showing how the curse not only enslaved the blacks, but the whites who wanted to think and talk freedom. Any person who was found guilty of an agitation against slavery could be taken to a necktie party. Now there was a swell law for you, in this country founded that we might have freedom, wasn't it? There were 3,000,000 negroes being worked as mules in the South and the tax boys valued these human chattels at $1,000,000,000 in very round figures. Yes, that slavery question, which had been in Abe's mind ever since the time as a boy of 18 he had gone down the Mississippi on a flatboat and seen the slave markets, was getting hot again and Abe was forming opinions of what he would do if he had the chance. He did not yet picture himself as in power to do anything, but he knew what he would Page 74 like to do. He was studying all the time on the question. A white woman opened a school for negro children in Connecticut and was sent to jail for it. The South didn't want its human property to learn anything but field work or sewing, or cooking. Cer- tainly nothing that would make them think, make them realize that they were more than the mules that plowed the cotton fields. The folks in the North were not united against slavery by any means. In Concord, N. H. they wrecked a school where black children were permit- ted to learn to read and write. Nor were all the people of the South fighting for slavery. James G. Birney, born and bred in old Kentucky, a plantation owner, had freed all of his slaves and moved to Cincinnati, where he was print- ing a paper against slavery. The postmasters of the South slapped a ban on his rag. He wrote: "There will be no cessation of conflict until slavery shall be exterminated or liberty destroyed. Liberty and slavery cannot live in juxtaposition." The slave ships were still bringing in fresh loads of blacks. Lincoln was preparing to pass the bar. He had studied alone. He had been a state lawmaker and now he was going to practice law. Abe was 28 when he got by the bar and was certified to the supreme court as a geezer with a good moral character. He was all set, except for the fact that he didn't have a dime, didn't have an office and didn't have a practice. He decided that he ought to open up in a big way in a big town and Springfield now had it all over New Salem. Spring- Page 75 field was also the headquarters for the state; so to Springfield Abe journeyed astride his nag. Pulling up in front of the store of an old pal of his, Joshua Speed, Abe slung one bony leg over the frame and came shuffling in. There was Speed, wrapping up prunes. "Howdy, Josh," Abe said. "I came in to see if I could put you on the cuff for some bed clothes. How much for a bunk full?" Speed squinted and began to tally. "Why, Abe, a mattress and blankets would come to about 17 smacks." At the mere mention of so huge a sum of spondulicks Abe's face fell a mile. Since there were no plastic surgeons in the near vicinity it stayed fallen for a time. Here was a bad break to begin with. Poor Abe. He shook his head sadly and said, "Speed, cheap as it is, I haven't got the dough. But, Speed, if you'll cuff it 'til Xmas and I make good as a barrister I'll pony up then. If I fail in that, I will probably never pay you at all." Think of that. The man who was to become the savior of the country, the freer of the slaves, the greatest all around national hero since Washington, couldn't pay 17 bucks for bedding that he might start living in Springfield to start practicing law. But Speed had a better idea than that of slip- ping Abe a little credit. Speed said, "Abe, I've got a big double bunk upstairs over the store and if you are willing you can share that bed with me." "Willing, Speed! Well, I hope to tell you, big boy, I'm willing. I've got to spend the nights some- where and I surely would like to spend them with a friend like you." Turning around he dashed out of the joint, Page 76 grabbed his saddle bags, ran up the stairs over the store, then came down and said, "Well, Speed, I've moved." Of course Abe had to eat, too. There is a dis- gusting habit that it is pretty general. Abe looked up Bill Butler, one of the "long nine, ,, and said, "Bill, I'll need board — I've got no cash, but I hope to make enough out of my law practice to pay you." And Bill said, "Forget it, Abraham. When Fve got beans or bacon, squab or turkey, its yours and you're welcome. You can stick your legs under my table whenever I've got a table and if I catch you worrying about a board bill I'll clip you down to my own size and sock you one in the beak." Abe was all set then to feed the orifice in his face and to tear off plenty of slumber, but he had to have an office and start getting some clients. J. T. Stuart had a law office. He knew Abe and knew that Abraham knew his commentaries as well as his endives. So that was fixed. Now let's size up that metropolis of Springfield in the year 1837. She had 1,500 inhabitants and was the trading center for the whole of Sangamon county, as it still is, more or less. There were 18,000 people in the county. The farm ladies in 1837 were taking to wearing shoes. Why, the place was getting positively effete. The sidewalks were plain Illinois dust on dry days and gumbo on wet. Droves of hogs on the hoof were driven right into the main drag. Oxen pulled the trucks. The town was on the square. (Literal translation) Hoofman Row where Abe had his con- joint office with Stuart was in this row and the county court room was on a lower floor of the same rickety building. Page 77 CHAPTER TWO DOZEN Abe cuts a shyster down TUART, Abe's partner in the law game, was run- ning for congress against Stephen A. Douglas, and so Abe got a break right away and a swell oppor- tunity to handle some cases (court cases — he had quit handling the other kind). Abe always had had a way with him, an appeal to catch the public at- tention. It was an unconscious quality, but potent as limburger. In one of the first cases he handled this came to his aid and made a name for him that was plenty good as advertising. He couldn't have done better if he had had a press agent. And did he ever throw the hooks into a shyster in this case? Take a reading and you'll see. A widow woman (I love that redundancy) came moping into the office one day. She planked herself on the bunk where Stuart slept when he was at home and with tears in her eyes she opened up. "Mr. Lincoln, I want you to come to the front for me." Sobs. "I'm in one terrible pickle. When my old man died he left me 10 acres of land. I haven't got another thing in this cruel world. When I came into town to peddle this acreage I found that a feller named Adams claimed the land was hissen. He said that my old man deeded it over to him for a law case." That was putting it gently. The facts are that her husband had been gypped out of the land by Gen. James Adams, a lawyer, who had been his Page 78 mouth-piece on a little murder charge. Adams had failed to save the defendant who had hung from a rope until thoroughly defunct. The records convinced Abe that Gen. Adams had stung the old girl all right by falsifying the dope sheets. Now Abe wanted public opinion on the side of the widow so he wrote up the case and had it published on a single sheet and scattered to the winds and the folks. This sheet tore into Adams plenty and made him look pretty bad in there. Adams flew off the celebrated handle and came back at Abe in a six-column news story, calling Abe a number of unpleasant things. Abe didn't need that much to tear the peeling off Adams. He answered in one column in which he pulled the line, "His affi- davits are as false as hell." Adams burned up like a celluloid collar on a fireman at this and used six more columns. The town was having a swell time over the wrangle and both boys were copping the spot. Once again Abra- ham answered in a single column and his hottest shot in this was, "If he is not a lawyer, he is a liar, for he proclaimed himself a lawyer and got a man hanged by depending on him." As a final tweek at the Adam's ear he said, "I'll see you in — court." Naturally Abe won the case, got the 10 acres back for the grateful widow and gathered more ink on the story. All the publicity wasn't good, for some folks began to say that he was a hound for the sen? sational and a grand-stand player. But most of the folks said, "There is a smart bimbo who'll come right out with the truth and protect poor folks from the shysters." Politics was in the air and of course Abe was in Page 79 there for the Whigs, wowing the crowds that turned out to get a load of his wit and wisdom. One pompous old cock took a neat trimming one day. He was Col. Dick Taylor, a Democrat and in a verbal classic with Abe, Taylor charged that the Whigs were full of applesauce, that they went around pleading for the plain people while they themselves were dolled up in the finest of clothes. The colonel was going great guns and warming up his sarcasm until it dripped. Abe let him go for a time, then stepped up beside him, reached down and opened a coat button, pulling the coat wide open. There was the colonel exposed in all his finery. The ruffles of a silk shirt flew out so that everyone could see them, a colored vest showed, and a huge, gold watch chain, heavy with gold seals was ex- posed. The audience roared. Then Abe got up and said, "While Col. Dick Taylor was making these charges against the Whigs, riding in fine carriages, wearing ruffled silk shirts, kid gloves, massive gold chains with large gold seals and flourishing a heavy gold headed cane, I was a poor boy, hired on a flat boat at eight dollars a month, and had only one pair of breeches to my back, and they were buckskin. Now if you know the nature of buckskin when wet and dried by the sun, it will shrink ; and my breeches kept shrinking until they left several inches of my leg bare between the tops of my socks and the lower part of my breeches; and whilst I was growing taller they became shorter, and so much tighter that they left a blue streak around my legs that you can see to this day. If you call this aristocracy, I plead guilty to the charge." Page 80 THE QUARTER CENTURY-25 Get acquainted with Mary Todd BE was getting on in years. He was sitting pretty in the law business, and making a reputation as a keen politician and an honest one. The ache in his heart over the loss of Ann was easing off some as that panacea, Time, did its therapeutic stuff. Abe was getting sick of being a bachelor, but he was no drug store vaquero and when it came to necking he yvas a flop. It looked to him like he was scheduled to play a solitary game through life and then it happened. Ninian Edwards, one of Abe's closest political pals, an aristocrat of the old line, had a blowout and Abraham came and saw and fell like a ton of brick. What he saw was the belle of the ball, Mary Todd, Ninian's sister-in-law. Was she a knockout? And how! Mary Todd, famous in history, seems to have been given a raw deal. Until I digested Sandburg's description she was nothing but hard boiled Mary to me. But Mary was more than that. She had a lot of things and class was one of them. Let's get ac- quainted with the fair frail. She had accomplishments and looks; she spoke the French language like a native of Paris (Maybe Paris, 111., but at any rate the parlez vous flowed off her tongue) and she could tickle the ivories. She had attended all the aristocratic schools of Ken- tucky. Page 81 Her skin was soft and satiny, like the soap ads. Her hair was brown and wavy, and her eyes — Oh! baby, them orbs! They had snap in them — fire, life. She was an aristocrat and knew it and she wanted others to know it, but she was not stuck up — exact- ly. Her grandfathers had fought with George Wash- ington in the War of the Revolution. Her dad had been a captain in the War of 1812, had served in both houses of the legislature of Kentucky, and was the president and owner of a big bank in Kentucky. Mary had wit, and a tongue, sharper than a two edged safety razor blade. But there was no safe- ty in it. When she wanted to be cutting she was cutting. And when it came to sporting the glad rags she was in a class all by herself. She wore more petticoats than any girl of the state, and in those days that was class. Now, of course, it is the other way around, the barer, the classier. Mary had come to Springfield, Illinois to live with her sister. Mary deliberately set out to get Abe. She knew her man flesh as she knew the horse flesh of Ken- tucky and she saw a big man in Abe, a bird who was going to take a long, long ride down in history. Mary's mother had died and her dad had taken another wife. Mary couldn't hit it off with the step- parent and so she finally told her to go cook a radish and then beat it for Illinois to live with the big sis, Mrs. Edwards. As she was leaving the old home town, some of her girl friends asked, "Why on earth go out to that God-forsaken Illinois?" and Mary came back on her come backer, "To marry a bird who will be president of the United States." This may have been pure, unadulterated sum- Page 82 mer sausage, just a boast. But it came true. She deliberately set out to get some one she believed would have a chance of being president of the United States. Even her brother-in-law, Edwards, who was a politician and knew Lincoln, didn't suspect that she was showing good judgment. He said, "Abe is a fine man, honest, true, a square shooter and a smart bird, but he came from different stock. He is not the man for you." And Mary said, "Be your age, big boy. I know my vegetables, and I know my heart — you can't hand me the banana oil," or words to that effect. She was ambitious to be in the big swim in so- ciety and politics, but not so hot after wealth. This is demonstrated in a measure by a crack she made to a young girl who had married one of these old daddies with flocks of jack. The bride was sitting around the Edwards' fireside one evening. (Her meal ticket was not present). Mary asked, "Why did you marry such a dried- up husband, such a withered old buck?" and the bride said, "He has lots of horses and gold." Mary burst out, "Is that true? I would rather marry a good man, a man with a mind, with bright prospects for fame and power, than to marry all the horses, gold and bones in the world." Mary was thinking of Abraham Lincoln when she pulled that one, although they had never done much more than pass a few remarks about the poor, old weather up to then. Page 83 CHAPTER 26 The ball and chain rattle SMART flapper was this girl, Mary, or Molly, as Abe came to call her. They asked her shortly after she hit Springfield and was seen stepping off the minuets with Abraham one night and Steve Doug- las the next, which of the pair she was going to rope, throw and brand, and Molly said, "The one who has the best chance of becoming president." They gave her the jolly old donkey giggle, because no one then thought either Abe or Steve had any more chance of being president of the United States than the well known celluloid cat. Molly had made up her mind at last which one she wanted for a running mate. She had looked at the gawky lawyer who could snap a mean joke or pass a neat compliment to a man, but who couldn't lay the lovely la de da for the dames worth a dime and she had said, "This apple knocker is a genius, a great man, destined to become president of these here now United States." And no sooner had she made this decision in her head than her heart echoed, "Atta, baby, you're using the coop now." Then she knew it was just a matter of time until he popped. Mary knew how to get attention. She was com- pelling and she knew she could make Abe lose his head and his heart, and she did. Just about the first of November, 1840, Mary got Abe's mind in such a Page 84 whirl that he said, "Mary— I adore you." That was about as flowery as Abe ever got in a love affair, but Mary knew what to do next. She laid her head on his shoulder and it was all over but the shouting. However, there was a lot of shouting. They were engaged. That was the first step and Molly's heart sung and Abe was punch drunk himself. But even so, he couldn't spend all his time mooning. He was busy. He had a law practice that took him all over the circuit and he had his political fences to keep mended. Mary was no girl to sit on her hands and be sorry that she wasn't being the life of some party or other just because Abe couldn't make it. Not Molly. She would up and cop off another escort. Abe didn't kick at this, but it made Mary sore to have a perfectly good man hooked with a promise and not have him on hand to shake the hoofs when- ever a party was being thrown. So she bawled him out one night — "You neglect me — you don't love me," she said, and Abe said, "Honey, I've got to earn a living. I have to be in court when my cases are called. I can't spend all my life being a ballroom beau." And Mary said, "No, you don't love me," and Abe yapped back, "Well, maybe you're right. Maybe I don't," and then Mary said, "Take your old ring and throw it in the Sangamon river — I'm through with you." "That suits me, kid," Abe said, and the engage- ment was off. But the next day Mary sent word that she was just applesaucing — and the engagement was on. Then she pulled the same act again and Abe said, "It's off, Mary, it's off." But this time Abe got soft hearted and rallied around the Edwards' shanty, Page 85 the biggest mansion in Springfield, and said, "For- give me, sweetheart. My temper got a little the best of me," and it was on again. It was off again and on again, gone again, Finnegan for several months, and Abe started asking himself "Do I love her — do I? Is it fair to marry a girl you don't love — ? Is it fair to leave her when we are so close to the altar? Abe was torn between two emotions. At last he wrote a long letter to tell Mary that he didn't love her and simply couldn't play her a dirty, mean trick and marry her. It was a masterpiece of its kind, but he didn't have the heart to send it without some bolstering up. He was still living with Speed and he went to his old pal and broke down as he poured out his heart to him. "Speed," he sobbed, "I can't go through with it," and then he pulled out the epistle and showed it. "You saphead," Speed said. "That letter stuff is the bunk. If you don't love her, be a man. Go to her and tell her and then stick to it. But don't be an umpchay and send a letter like that." Abe took his friend's advice and went to Mary. "I can't marry you, Mary," he said. "I can't. I don't love you enough, but I love you too much to wish myself on you." "You don't know what you're talking about," Mary said. "You are kidding yourself. You're crazy," and then she went into the baby act and boo-hooed all over the joint. Abe never could stand tears. He stayed two hours to comfort her and when he waltzed out of the house the wedding was on again and the fatal date had been set for Jan. 1, 1841. Page 86 THE COUNT IS 27 A, W. O. L. from the altar I HE big day got in on scheduled time. It was New Year's day of 1841 and the Edwards' mansion was smelling to high heaven of orange blossoms. It was one mass of decorations. This was the day that Abraham and Molly were due to get the double harness snapped on. The kitchen of the shack was bursting with high class edibles. There was frost on the wedding cake and this was due to get all over the party before the day was done. The minister arrived. Guests arrived two by two, like the animals in the ark. More guests ar- rived. The bride put in her appearance, all dolled up in a white lace veil seven yards long. Everyone arrived — everyone — but Abraham Lincoln. The bride stood on first one foot and then the other. The parson kept a calm that came near mak- ing him bust wide open. An hour passed, two hours passed and they were all waiting for Abe to show up, but Abe didn't show up. He was A. W. O. L. The guests were polite. They said nothing and tried to act as if they had just happened to drop in. And while all this anxious moment stuff was being enacted where was our hero, Abraham? Yes, where was he? Held by the bad, bold kidnaper? Held by a jealous rival? Oh, no. Abe was right there in Springfield sitting in on the opening day of the legislature. Page 87 And had our boy friend forgotten his own wed- ding? Don't be silly. He had not. He had just naturally gone off the reservation. Why had Abe gone haywire on the double shuffle act? If you want my own 10 cents worth, I think that Abe got to see- ing the picture of Ann Rutledge that he always car- ried locked in his heart and the vision opened the old wound. Whatever it was in his mind, Abe didn't rally 'round to get the ankle iron on that New Year's day of 1841. He probably would have been better off if he had, because his altar duck began to worry the gizzard out of him before the day was over. And it worried him and galled him and wore him down for days to come. He felt like a thief, a burglar, a cheat. He felt like he had put over a mean act on a good girl. The worry began to get him. He lost most of the meat off his bony frame. During this uncomfortable period of his existence he wrote to his law partner and said, "I am the most miserable man living. If what I feel were equally distributed to the whole human race, there would not be one cheerful face on the earth." Abe's heart ache got so bad he came near cash- ing in his chips, but old Doc Henry pulled him through with a little home made psychology. When his old pal, Speed, sold his store and moved back to Kentucky to be with his folks, Abe went along to see if he could forget Molly and what he had done. Speed's ma, a sweet, kind old lady, talked with Abe a lot, got his whole story from him and helped him. She gave him a Bible and told him to do some extra reading in that. A Bible was not a strange book to Abe by any means. He could quote much of it by Page 88 heart, even then. But coming in as a relief from his bosom pains it seemed to make a new and different impression on him. He allowed later that it was a good cure for the blues, could one but take it accord- ing to the truth. Abe came back to Springfield in June, just six months after he had gone A. W. O. L. He came back because a pair of his clients were in a bad jam. They were charged with murder and Abe didn't believe that these boys he knew and liked had done the job. Coming back, he put his whole heart and soul into saving the pair and that is just what he needed, some hard work. The labor, it seemed, was curing his own broken heart. Feeling was running an altitude record in Springfield. Everyone was gabbing about the mur- der and it was freely noised about that this pair was certain to swing. Abe said nothing, but kept plug- ging away on the case. The day of the trial came. The court house was packed. A breathless mob was waiting for the pro- ceedings. And in walked Abe. Now get a cargo of this — in walked Abe and with him the corpus de- lecti, only he wasn't delecti and wasn't a corpus. The man, who was supposed to have been murdered, walked right into that court room. He wasn't even a little dead. It was a riot. Abe had gone out and found the man who was supposed to have been bumped off by his clients. Of course the clients were discharged with apologies and Abe had a big, long laugh for himself, the first in many moons. Page 89 THIS MAKES 28 Reconciliation and a duel OW in those days there was a dame who loved to stick her proboscis into other people's business and if there is anything in the world she liked it was to play with matches. The breed has not entirely died out, it is said. But this was an especially fine old girl even if she did have those prying habits. Her name was Mrs. Simeon Francis and her sustenance provider ran the local sheet called the Sangamon Journal. Mrs. Francis liked to have the young folks rally around her and lap up the tea and, of course, she knew both Molly and Abe very well. Who didn't? She began to scheme and frame and at last doped out a plan to her liking. She would invite Abe and Molly on the same evening, then slip out on them, and let nature take its course. Both parties fell for the trap. Abe was sitting with Mrs. Francis when in trips Molly. He gave her a look and she returned it. She wouldn't even keep a look of his. Mrs. Francis was probably getting a big belt out of the affair. When they were both safe- ly in the room, the old dame said, "Pardon me a mo- ment, my dear, I must see a man about a dog," and with these tactful words away she moved under full sail. What a position to put a couple of bosom enemies in. Abe said nothing. Molly said the same Page 90 thing. It was getting pretty embarrassing. Time sped on like a lame tortoise and then Mrs. Francis popped in and said, "Abe, Molly, I want you young folks to be friends again. There is no sense in this going around like you hated each other and acting like it. You don't at all," and Abe said, "Why cer- tainly I do not hate Molly — but I reckon she has no cause to feel very kindly toward me." Molly rose to the occassion and said, "Mr. Line* oln, I bear no grudges," and there they were, friends again. Mrs. Francis beat it again and there probably was a clinch. But Molly didn't tell her sister that she had seen Abe and made it up with him and Abe didn't tell a soul, either, that he had seen Molly. When they met on the street, they were very formal and so no one suspected for some weeks that they were sorta going together again. But they met often in the parlor of Mrs. Francis and she was having the time of her life. Naturally, such a secret couldn't be kept. Mrs. Edwards was sniffing around, suspecting a mouse some place because Molly was stepping out nights without cracking about her destination. A sister can stand a thing like this just so long and then she has to chisel. She gave Molly the third degree until Molly broke down and confessed that she was meet- ing Abe right often at the Francis home. "But, sis," she said, "For the love of Mike don't spring this on the town. Men are too slippery and I don't want to be a laughing stock again." Julia Jayne, one of Molly's playmates, soon got wised up and now and then she came to the rendez- Page 91 vous. These girls were both smart crackers and they wanted to pull some clever crevices on a dude named Jimmy Shields. He was a slick shiek, and they didn't care for the cut of his jib, so these babies wrote a sparkling piece and read it to Abe. It got a big hand from Abe, too, because he felt the same way about this Jimmy guy who was state auditor or something like that. The piece was printed in the Journal and Jimmy burned up. The girls giggled their heads off about the affair, but Jimmy was not one to stand kidding easily. Other articles appeared and he demanded satisfaction. He couldn't find out who had put him in the grease like this, but Francis said that Abe Lincoln would take all responsibility. Jimmy challenged Abe to a duel and Abe said, "Sure, Broadswords at 10 feet, across a plank." Jim- my wasn't bigger than a bar of soap after a hard day's washing. They duly repaired to an island on the Missouri side, near Alton, Illinois, as Illinois was getting civilized and had a law against these little pre-arranged murder parties. The duel was to be on a sandbar. When they got out of the rowboats, Lincoln drew his broad- sword from its scabbard and ran his finger along the edge as a barber feels a razor. Lincoln never batted an eye. But his seconds said later that there was a gleam in his optics which made them know he was dying to laugh and tell a funny story. It struck him as so funny. Shields was short and couldn't come anywhere near reaching across the plank with a broadsword. Abe stood up and clipped a twig off the topmost branch of a tree. Shields couldn't have reached the branch with a step ladder. Abe was just Page 92 showing Shields how foolish he would look in the duel, and I guess Shields began to see, because he got his seconds in a conference. They talked and talked and then Lincoln's seconds went into a hud- dle and finally the seconds from both sides began to confab together. It was a whole hour while this was going on and Abe sat on a log and fondled the long broadsword all the time, keeping a very sober face. At last the seconds broke out of the huddle and some came to Abe and some went to Shields. Shields announced that if Abraham would apologize he would call off the duel as his honor would be cleared. So Abe said, "Sure, Shields, I'll issue a public apology. I'll tell the world that I had no intention of injuring your personal or private character or standing as a gentleman or a man." Shields said this would be jake with him. They all piled into the rowboats again and pulled for the Illinois shore. They put a blood red shirt on a log and laid it in the bottom of the boat — and the crowd that had gathered to see the outcome saw the log and thought it was a dead man. But when they got to the shore they raised the log and everybody broke out in loud laughs. Abe and Shields walked arm in arm away from the rowboat while the crowd stood and laughed and cheered. Abe told Bill Herndon that he never intended to hit Shields. "Why, it would have been murder," he said. "I could have split him from crown to toes." Page 93 TWENTY-NINTH ATTACK A high hat office OLLY was like a member of the Northwest mounted. She was out to get her man and get him while the getting was good. She had been given the air once and she had no intentions of taking on another load of ozone. She said, "Let's go, big boy, let's go." Abe was like Barkis, willing. So Abe met Ed- wards one morning and said, "Howdy, Ninian! I'm marrying Molly today." "What the . . . what are you giving me?" Nini- an said. "Why there's nothing done — why, boy, you could knock me down with a Mack truck. I'm flab- bergasted. But you can't put that over. My old lady would toss a conniption fit if you pulled one of these kiss me quick affairs. She wants to throw the dog when Molly steps off." "Can't help that, Ninian," Abe said. "Today's the day. No more of this postponement stuff." Ninion hotfooted it to his home and called his frau, "Molly's getting the knot tied today. What'll we do?" The wife threw the expected fit, but she came out of it in a second and started policing the shanty and making arrangements. Another sister dashed in and said, "I'll bake the cake," and while all this was going on, Abe stepped into Chatterton's (wedding rings and fine watches) and said, "Chat, get down one of the best gold eternal hooks you've got." Chatterton helped Abe pick the ring and then Page 94 he engraved it by hand, saying, "Love is Eternal." A sky pilot was summoned and before the day, Nov. 4, 1842, had ended, Molly and Abe were fixed up "until death do part." It was a quiet affair, but very effective. Molly was a smart girl, and she had faith in Abraham. She honestly felt that he was growing to be a giant in politics, growing daily to be ready for the big job when the job was ready for him. She was right as a rabbit, too, and no doubt this faith and her untiring urging on helped Abe to get there. Not that he wouldn't have arrived in spite of all odds, anyhow, but Molly was no drawback. She razzed him at times, made life unpleasant, but I guess Abe liked it fairly well. The years skipped by — years full of more learn- ing for Abe, more growing in mastery of all situa- tions. We'll slide over those years swiftly. Logan, Abe's partner, was a crummy looking guy, but exact as a needle point in preparing cases and Abe learned exactness from him. Molly panned Abe about his appearance fre- quently. Did a wife ever fail to do this? But she got Abe to taking a little more interest in his duds. He got to following the fashions of the time. Not too closely, of course, but in a manner of speaking. He wore a high silk hat, a stovepipe, nearly a foot high with a brim about an inch wide. This was the cat's for lawyers of the period. This old hat was his office half the time. Many a time he would meet a client on the street and say, "Wait 'til I open my office." Then he would take the four gallon can off his domb, reach inside and pull out the papers. He carried everything but livestock in this hat. Page 95 The clients Abe had saved from swinging didn't kick in with a fee. Abe sued and got $100 for saving a pair of lives. What was it Clarence Darrow got a few years ago for saving the necks of a couple of educated morons? Around a million, I believe. Martin Van Buren came into Illinois and Abe and some of the boys from Springfield went down to see him. Abe and Martin were the whole show. They took turns telling yarns and keeping the gang in spasms. Abe told the story of the leather lunged sky pilot from Kentucky, Abraham Bale. Bale was in Sangamon county doing some first class baptising, walking the converts out into the Sangamon river and ducking them as part of the ceremony. It was a true story and Abe liked to tell it. There was an old hill billy in the county whose wife had gone to the revival and got religion. When her turn came to be baptised and the preacher was lead- ing her out into the waters, her husband shouted out — "Hold on, there, Bale — Hold on, Bale. Don't you drown her. I wouldn't take the best cow and calf in the whole state for her." Lincoln could rise to heights of oratory, pound- ing home logic and facts with furious vigor, or he could lapse into the homely, crude language of his period, of the pioneers, and be equally effective. Abe knew when to use the powerful language of the pioneer and the more polished tongue of the scholar. Politics was an absorbing study for him. Page 96 "30" BUT NOT THE END A new partner BE and Molly moved into a rooming house until they could pick out a shanty of their own. After some months they found the "little gray home in the west" that they could afford to buy. It was covered with ivy vines and mortgages, but they were happy about it just the same. The shanty was at Eighth and Jackson sts. and was almost entirely surrounded by corn fields. There was a cow barn at the rear and Abe bought a milch animal and took the milk away from her himself. He often sat on a three-legged stool and made the milk zip into the tin pail while he wore his plug hat and thought of national issues. About this time Abe and Logan bust their part- nership. Logan wanted to go to congress, and Abe wanted to go to congress, so they decided to split and fight it out on a friendly basis. Abe hated to leave this firm, but he was getting too big to be in with another big man in the political field, so they shook hands and called it quits. Abe needed a partner and he picked one who turned out to be more than a partner, a boy who also became a worshiper and a biographer. Here is the way the picking took place : He met Billy Herndon on the street one day. Without any preliminaries, Abe opened up, "Howdy, Billy. How would you like to hook up with me in the legal business ?" "Don't kid me, Mr. Lincoln," Billy answered. Page 97 "That's no way to treat a fellow who has always been your friend." "Billy, I'm not applesaucing. I'm asking you straight, how would you like to be my law partner?" and Bill said, "Gosh almighty, Mr. Lincoln, I cer- tainly would be tickled pink to be associated with you." Billy was nine years younger than Abe, but Abe knew him and knew that he was honest as the well- known day is long, and he also knew what Billy's sentiments were on the slavery question and other questions of national importance. Billy had studied law with Lincoln and Logan and had been admitted to the bar. While reading law books, Billy had clerked in Speed's store and slept in the same room with Speed and Abe up over the emporium. So Abe knew the lad and all his sentiments. He knew that he was filled with high ideals. Billy had not expected such a swell break as to be asked in the firm and couldn't believe his senses. He said, "Don't laugh at me ..." and Abe said, "Billy, I can trust you if you can trust me" and it was a bargain. Billy's dad was for slavery, but Billy was against it. Billy never quite got over his awe for Abraham and his great brain and innate goodness. He always called him "Mr. Lincoln," never saying "boss," "chief" or "Abe." Now, Abe had a wife and a new partner, and about a year later, he also had a great joy visited on him. The long legged bird that stands for the deluxe delivery service swooped down and left a male child. Molly and Abe hung the moniker, Rob- Page 98 ert, on the kid and promptly forgot it to call him Bob. Abe was just as chesty as most dads are, but he didn't let his sense of humor desert him over it. Just to keep a slant at the work Abe was doing and not to lose sight of the fact that he was making the little world in which he moved realize that he was a right guy, we'll slip in one story here. The plain people of Sangamon county believed in Abe, had faith in his judgment and a certainty of his fairness. Two farmers owned adjoining strips of land, but were continually in dispute concerning the dividing line. They came near using shotguns over it, but at last they got together and said, "Let's let Abe Lincoln decide this." They came to Abe and drew up a paper agree- ing to abide by his decision. Each put up $500 to be forfeit if he should object to Abe's decision. Instead of starting a law suit they relied on Abe's judgment. He asked for evidence and testi- mony in the case; examined the deeds; got the sur- veyors' reports; went into the whole case, acting exactly as a judge, and at last came to a decision, and the man who lost the strip of land agreed that Abe's decision must have been right. Abe didn't charge a red cent for his work. The farmers were happy and a lawsuit in which Abe might have profited in fees never went to court. That's the kind of a bird Abe Lincoln was. Is it any wonder that folks knew he was a square shooter? Three years after Bob had arrived at the Linc- oln home another boy showed up in his birthday clothes. The second son was named Edward Baker. Page 99 DIVISION 31 Beats a preacher for congress OUR years in double harness, four years of hard work and progress, and Abe felt ripe for the con- gress of the United States. He ran on the Whig ticket in Democratic Illinois. His opponent was Peter Cartwright, an old fashion circuit rider and Evangelist. A red hot Billy Sunday sort of a guy. One who believed in burning hades and could make you smell the sulphur when he got up and snorted. There was mud slinging and plenty of it. Abe was charged with being an atheist and Molly was charged with being a high toned Episcopalian. Bringing religion into a political campaign didn't start with Al Smith. Abe campaigned all over his district until he felt certain he had Peter lashed to the post. One night Abe thought he would slip into a religious meeting where Pete was throwing his voice. The old exhorter got his lamps on Abe as soon as he was inside the hall and he decided to take a fall out of the lanky one. He promptly sang out, "All who desire to lead a new life and go to heaven will stand." A lot of folks stood. Then he called out, "All who do not wish to go to hell will stand." Everybody got up but Abe. Pete fixed his eye on Abe and intoned, "I ob- serve that all of you, save one, indicated that you did not desire to go to hell. The sole exception is Page 100 Mr. Lincoln. May I inquire of you, Mr. Lincoln, where you are going?" There was a hush. All eyes turned on Abe. He unraveled his frame and slowly got up on his hind legs and looked Mr. Preacher-politician right square in the lamps and said, "I came here as a respectful listener. I did not know that I was to be singled out by Brother Cartwright. I did not feel called upon to answer as the rest did. Brother Cartwright asked me directly where I am going. I desire to answer with equal directness : / am going to congress." It was a riot. The meeting exploded. He had bowled Peter right over. And Abe knew where he was going, no fooling. He was elected to congress. Abe was 37 years old when this honor came to him. He had longed for it for years, but after it came he didn't feel elated as he had expected. More than a year was to elapse before Abe would take his seat. These were rip snorting times in the U. S. A. We were at war with Mexico over the Texas boun- dary. Jimmie Polk was president and Jimmie had vetoed a bill calling for vast internal improvements, dredging of rivers and fixing of harbors. A large part of the nation was plenty peeved at Jimmie for pulling this. The states were growing and the need for transportation that could beat an ox team was apparent. Abe had been for internal improvement since the time as a kid he had his flat boat stuck on a dam in the Sangamon river. Abe was sent as a delegate from Springfield to the convention in Chi- cago which was called to protest against the veto. Chicago was then a city of 16,000, already it was pulling away from Springfield, growing faster and Page 101 getting set to be the second largest city in the United States. But think of it, just 82 years ago it had only 16,000 population. Now, suburbs and all, it beats 3,000,000. The convention opened July 5 and was the larg- est gathering of people in a convention ever seen in the United States up to that time, 20,000 delegates. Every state then in the Union had delegates. The meetings were held under a great tent in the public square. Hotels couldn't begin to care for the dele- gates. Boat loads had come by the lake and they held the boats there and slept on board. At last the time came for Lincoln to go to Washington. He took Molly and their two sons with him. Bob was then six. They went to St. Louis on the Mississippi, then up the Ohio to Pittsburgh, then on to Washington by rail. Abe and his family went to the boarding house of Mrs. Spriggs, one of a row of boarding houses where the national library now stands. Washington had a population of 30,000 whites, 8,000 free blacks and 2,000 slaves. It looked like a bum village, spread all over the map. Pig pens and cow barns were in almost every back yard and roosters crowed right in front of the capitol. Pigs ran wild in the streets and anyone who disturbed them was liable to a fine because they were the only white wings the capitol had. Washington was the center of a domestic slave trade and gangs of chained negroes were frequently clanked down the main stem. Slave livery stables where blacks were collected, fed and bedded down had made dough for their owners for 50 years within view of the capitol windows. Page 102 THE TALLY IS 32 In the big time, and OUT i *ONGRESS wasn't so hot. It wasn't much tougher to * get up and say your piece in Washington than it was in the state house, Abe discovered, and he shot off his face when he had anything to say that he thought was worth saying. He gave Jimmy Polk, the president, a rough going over in connection with the Mexican war. So rough was Abe, in fact, that he got in bad at home and this hurt him, but he would not budge from his convictions. Another bird was with him in condemning the stand the U. S. took in that war as unjust. This bird was a skinny, little runt from Georgia, but a swell fellow and a just one, Alex Stevens. Abe and Alex put their dombs together to figure a way of captur- ing the job of president of the United States for a Whig. This was getting in on the big time. Abe was taking his first move as a president maker. They decided the bird to run was old Zach Taylor, hero of the Mexican war. A hero who had been given a bum shake by the administration, but had come through just the same. Part of the plan was stumping the east for Zach and Abe did part of the stumping. He was at home on a stump and the people of the east went nuts over his homely lingo. The tour of the east started giving Abe national recognition as a smart cracker and a keen thinker. Page 103 After stumping the east, he came back to his home state and helped put this in the bag for Zach. Old Rough and Ready Taylor won the election hands down. Abe didn't run for congress again, but his old law partner took a shot at it and got mussed up by the Democrats. Abe asked the president for an appointment as commissioner of lands, a job that paid three grand per annum, but Taylor slipped this job to another. Abe thought it was an unkind break, but as a matter of fact, it was probably the luckiest thing that ever happened to Abe or the country. The job might have stuck him back on a shelf and left him out of the big stuff that was to come. Old Rough and Ready Taylor didn't last long as president. Too many years in the wilderness, fighting Indians and Mexicans got him at last, fie consumed too many cherries one day and drank too much milk. His constitution rebelled and he got the hunch that he was slipping into eternity. He said, "In two days I'll be dead. Oh, well, I have en- deavored to do my duty. " The death of Zachary Taylor was also the demise of the Whig party. Abe decided that he was all caught up on poli- tics. He put a coat of paint on his little house in Springfield and said, "I'll be sticking around here, tending to my law practice from now on. No more national agonies for mine. " He started winning law suits and going over big again, but Molly was not satisfied. She had said she was going to marry a man who would be president of the United States, she didn't mean maybe. Every now and then she would say, "Abe, you are not getting there very fast. I want a husband whose name is written in the Page 104 sky as a great man." And Abe would say, "Now, Molly, I think I'll just do what is right and be satis- fied with what comes of it." Molly would give him the razzberries for that notion, too, not that she wanted him to do anything shady, but she wanted him to go leaping upward. She was still ambitious, but she was also a good housekeeper and things were neat and clean in this little white house. There were houses all around now; the cornfield had given way to a subdivision. And then the leading Whigs of Washington wanted Abe to take a job as governor of the territory of Oregon. Abe thought it would be a good job, a good chance, but he asked Molly — "How about it, honey? Shall I go out there and be governor?" Molly said, "Not so as you can tell it. Nothing do- ing on that, big boy. Do you think I want to be thousands of miles away from civilization?" So Abe didn't take this job, either, and that was probably lucky, too. For five years he stuck to law and let politics slide. He never worked so hard in the law before — or after — for that matter. Page 10S SECTION 33 "Thy rod and thy staff comfort inne" T WAS during this time that another sorrow came to Abe. His second son, Edward, lay in his arms and died. Abe had talked to the boy; talked and talked and prayed, but the boy had moved on into the big beyond and Abe was powerless. This help- lessness seemed to envelope him and crush him down. He loved that baby so much, and yet he couldn't do a thing to save him. His love was of no avail. He sat, his head bowed in his hands, trying to pierce the mystery of life and death and couldn't do it. Was the solution in the church? Could real comfort come from religion? Abe did not believe in the divinity of Jesus Christ and yet he did believe in God and he believed in the great goodness of Jesus. While sunk in, misery, the Rev. James Smith tried to help him. This parson was a smart man. He didn't try to change Abe or he didn't butt in on his sorrow, but he said the right things now and then and it helped. This brings us up to a look at Abe's faith. To get the real low down on a man or woman, you've got to understand how he feels about things, all things. They said that Abe was a scoffer, an atheist, but this is not true. He didn't belong to any church or put much stock in any denomination, but now he rented a pew in Smith's church, the Presbyterian Page 106 Molly joined the church, but Abe contented himself by attending often. He would not join. However, Abe read the Bible almost daily and knew many chapters by heart. He loved the beauty of the psalms and when his father was ill Abe wrote, "Tell him to call upon and confide in our Great and Merciful Maker, who will not turn away from him in his extremity." An athiest couldn't write that and feel it as Abe did, could he? Abe was called upon to go to the home of a wo- man who was dying. He was to draw her will and the woman said, "Mr. Lincoln, read to me from the Bible." Some folks scurried around to find a Bible, but Lincoln did not wait for it to be brought. He began at once, quoting from the psalms. "Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me ; Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me." And again he repeated from the New Testa- ment, "Let not your heart be troubled, ye believe in God, believe also in me," and "In My Father's house are many mansions ; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you." Page 107 WE NUMBER THIS ONE 34 Papa love mania? HE Lincoln bungalow on Eighth st. was not entirely shy on kids. In the winter of 1850 William Wallace yelped out a greeting to the anxious Abraham, and in the spring of 'S3 Thomas took his bow to the world. Thomas was promptly dubbed Tad. So there were three living sons to be a joy to the old man and what I mean they were a joy to him. He always had been cuckoo on kids, kittens and little pigs, and he almost worshiped these youngsters of his. As old, indefatiguable tempus fugited, Abe and Molly found that each had some habits that were not only goat getters, but were tough to break. They got on each others nerves to beat the box cars, to be disgustingly frank about the matter. Abe was as absent-minded as the college pro- fessor of comic fame. That's what Molly thought and it got her cork. We, who can give him the once over from afar and realize how great was his mind and how sincere his heart, can dope it out that Abe was thinking of problems or law cases — and that his mind was centered on things of vast importance — but to Molly, when he got to thinking, during a meal — it was just plain absent-mindedness and she let him know how she felt, too. Abe loved Molly, and Molly loved Abe, but you know how it is. Things did grate and this absent- minded habit made Molly as sore as a wet hen. And Page 108 if Abe wanted to read and study, he was just as apt to flop his frame down on the parlor floor and stretch out as he had done on the ground floor of the log cabins in Kentucky, Indiany, and Illinois as not. This also riled Molly and she would say, "For heavens sake, Abe, get up and be polite." Abe would answer, "All right, Molly, ol' kid, soon as I get this idea worked out," and he would forget he had promised to get up and keep on study- ing right on the floor. And when it was time for the groceries to be put on the table, Abe would slip into his chair in his shirt sleeves. This gave Molly the willies. You know, Mollie had ambitions, social and every other kind. She wanted Abe to be a dresser and a neat, meticulous man. But Abe was too busy in the coop to give much thought and time to the social amnities. When the front door bell rang Abe would go and open it and say, "Howdy, Mrs. Jones, Howdy. Come on in." This also got Molly's Angora, for she had a servant and she wanted the servant to open the door and announce the guests. But this looked like put on, sham, throwing the dog to Abe and that's one thing he never did. Sham was anathema to him. One day a couple of swells from the society pages of Springfield popped in to pull a formal. Abe beat the hired hand to the door and invited the dames in. "I'll go find Molly for you," he said. He discovered Molly in the act of changing her duds. She wanted to be all slicked up for these swells. Abe came back and said, "Molly'll be down as soon as she gets her trotting harness on," and Molly got to the head of the stairs in time to hear it. Wow ! Abe caught plenty on that Page 109 one. Molly was no painted saint herself and she sometimes got Abe plenty sore. But you have to hand it to him, he didn't razz her like she razzed him. Molly could hit high C when she got sore, and she frequently did, especially at the strawberry merchants. She would wrangle with them and raise her voice and tell what she thought of them as robbers and gangsters, and Abe would catch her at it, shout- ing at the top of her voice and calling the berry seller a so-and-so. Abe would say in his severest way, but real low, "Mary, Mary, I'll 'tend to this," and then he would pay the 15 cents a quart for strawberries and let it go at that. And for all of Abe's reputation for honesty — for all he was called Honest Abe, he had to kid his wife now and then to get her permission to lay out some jackaloo for this or that. One day, young Hank Haynie came to Abe's office and said, "Abe, the volunteer fire department wants to buy a new hose cart. How much will you kick in for the cause?" and Abe said, "Boys, when I go home to supper, Mrs. Lincoln is always in a good mood then, I'll say to her over the toast, 'There is a subscription paper being handed 'round to raise money to buy a new hose cart. The committee called on me this afternoon and I told them to wait until I consulted my home partner. Don't you think I had better subscribe $50?' Then she will look up and exclaim, 'Will you never learn? You are always too liberal, too generous. Fifty dollars! No, indeed! We can't afford it. Twenty-five's quite reasonable enough.' " Page 110 Then Abe chuckled. "Bless her dear soul, she'll never find out how I got the better of her, and if she does, she'll forgive me. Come around tomorrow, boys and get your $25." And that's just what hap- pened—Abe put one over on the ball and chain that time. The society bugs of Springfield sometimes said, "It was too bad that that aristocratic Mary Todd should have married Abraham. Why, like as not, he would use his own knife in the butter, instead of the pearl-handled butter knife Mrs. Lincoln al- ways has on the table." But Abe loved Molly de- spite her loud mouth and her nagging and was al- ways considerate of her. He knew she was scared as a rabbit when it stormed and so when he would see black clouds gathering on the horizon he would quit his work and beat it for home to hold Molly's hand and say, "There, there, old girl. It'll pass. Just a little shower. Nothing to get scared about," and then Molly would snuggle up in his arms and be happy that she had a big, raw-boned, fearless hus- band even if he did use his own knife in the butter sometimes. Abe respected Molly's judgment in many things, too. Billy Herndon, Abe's law partner, said, "Mrs. Lincoln is an excellent judge of human nature, a better reader of men's motives than her husband, and quick to detect those who had designs upon him and sought to use them. She was a stimulant to Mr. Lincoln. She nagged him and kept prodding him continually to keep up the struggle. She wanted to be in society and she kept urging him to win the world's approval." Page HI THIRTY-FIFTH ACT And "Tom Shows" still play it HE good, old U. S. A. was in a terrible fret over slavery, and over the white "slaves" in the mills of the east. The west was growing, transportation was beginning to transport, but things in general were in a mess. And then a book was published. Just a novel, but oh ! what a kick there was in it. There was no book of the month club to put it over. It didn't need such a club. Besides it wasn't a book of the month. It was book of the age and it burned itself into the hearts of millions of people. Abe read it. Everybody read it, that is, every- body who could read in that year of 1852. It was written by a frail, little woman who wielded a mean pen — Harriet Beecher Stowe. The title — "Uncle Tom's Cabin, or Life Among the Lowly." It had a powerful influence on the country, a country ripe for such a panning as slavery got from Harriet, the skinny, little wife who was raising a flock of kids and nursing a sick husband who was a Bible shark and a language prof. Millions read her book and wept and billions have bawled over it since. Tom shows still play it to S. R. O. houses in the tall and uncut, and a super fillum was done of it not so long ago. Talk about best sellers! This was a complete sell-out. Whittier, Longfellow, Holmes, great lights, wrote to her and praised her. It was trans- Page 112 lated into French, Italian, German, Danish, Swed- ish, Russian, Armenian, Persian, Japanese and Chinese. Yes, folks were talking about it. They were talking about nothing else much and they were say- ing of slavery, "terrible — horrible." Public opinion was getting in there to romp on slavery. The U. S. was in a jam, sure enough, but she was a paradise compared to Europe, who was having one upheaval after two. The poor folks of the world were getting next to themselves. They had been suckers for the ruling classes too long. They were beginning to say, "Get off my neck." The French revolution was revoluting. Heads were be- ing tossed about like medicine balls, only tfrey dripped more as the red corpuscles spurted. Jolly times, indeed. And in America millions of virgin acres were crying out for plows to scratch their backs. The under dogs of Europe heard that wail of the soil, stuck their possessions in red handkerchiefs and started for this country that was known as the land of the free, even if we did have millions of slaves. In 10 years, between 1850 and 1860, they flocked in. There were 23,000,000 souls including the blacks when this migration started. Nearly 3,000,000 Europeans steeraged in during the decade. The U. S. was growing in power, too. She became one of the powers of the world. Henry Clay, it is said, taking his last ride from Washington to Kentucky, stepped out of the stage coach and laid his ear on the ground. The driver said, "What's eating you, Henry? What you doing down there with your ear to the ground?" and Henry said, "I am listening to the tred of unnumbered Page 113 thousands of feet that are to come this way west- ward." He knew. This great flood of humans passed in review before Abe's optics and he was gauging it, getting the dope. The Germans took Illinois and Abe went to a night class to study German. All these immigrants who had almost bartered their souls to get enough dough to take the trip across the big drink wanted land, land, land. What was the government to do? Give this land away? That became the question. In 20 years the U. S. A. turned loose 269,500,000 acres of land, giving most of it away. It gave one railroad 2,500,000 acres. Yet, there was no homestead law. The people started the cry, "Vote yourself a farm." These years marked the passing of the feudal landlord racket. These years marked the dawn of freedom for white men. Not that they snatched real freedom at once, but America, where the land was fertile and where almost anyone who would get out and do the chores, could get land, be his own boss; dodge a feudal lord who was ready to put his heel on his heart. That fact did much to smash oppres- sion all over the cock-eyed world. With freedom like this for whites, how could slavery for blacks go on? Well, it didn't. Speed was coming, too. The "lightning wires" became facts. Telegraphy became a reality. Abe met a telegraph operator in Peoria and said, "Bud- dy, slip us the low down on this lightning communi- cation." The dot-dasher showed Abe the Morse alphabet. Page 114 ^1 CHAPTER THREE DOZEN The little squirt called "Giant" TEVE DOUGLAS during these years has bust out of his local breeches and grown into national clothes covered with fame, power and importance. Steve has become the big shot of the Democratic party, the political genius of the time and, of course, the hero of his home state, Illinois. He came nearer be- ing able to fill the boots of the mighty men who have passed — Clay, Calhoun and Webster — than any other gazabo in the country. He was a runt physically, stood only five feet two inches in his hose, but he had a great head with a shock of hair like the elder La Follette of recent years. He was the most daring political force since Andy Jackson kicked the bucket, and Andy was his hero. Douglas was known as a "whole hog Jackson" man. He was only 41 this year of which I speak, this year when he came back to Illinois from con- gress to make an address at the state fair in Spring- field. This year when Abe answered Douglas and the debates got started; the debates that showed the pop-eyed universe that Abe Lincoln was a great, sound thinker and an able, fearless statesman. Douglas was the mouthpiece for young America — so he said, at any rate — and he panned what he called "old fogyism" at every opportunity. He had the grand manner, the sweeping of his head and the clinching of mits that makes an orator. He was Page 115 not humble like Abe. Doug had played daddy to the Kansas-Nebraska bill, a bill that had brought all the old hate in the country to the boiling point again, a bill that was giving the slave drivers another break. And he was down in Illinois to defend this bill and put it over. He was as hot as a volcano in his talk and he made 'em like it. Abe answered Douglas, the bird they were call- ing the "Little Giant" and when Abe answered 'em they stayed answered. For three hours Abe talked, earnestly, seriously, with logic and common horse sense. "Nearly 80 years ago we began by declaring that all men are created equal; but now from that beginning we have run down to the other declara- tion that for some men to enslave others is a sacred right of self government. These principles cannot stand together. They are as opposite as God and Mammon. Whoever holds to the one must despise the other." So spoke Abraham in his final burst of logic. There were cheers, not so loud or so long as those that tickled the vanity of the little squirt, Doug, but quieter, more sincere applause. Two bozos, one a scholar, the other an illiterate hay- shaker, commented on this talk of Abe's. They show what an impression he made. The scholar said, "His manner was impassioned and he seemed transfigured; his listeners felt that he believed every word he said, and that like Martin Luther, he would go to the stake rather than abate one jot or tittle of it." Praise — and, it's hard to get more praise than that — but now hear how the sodbuster put it, "I Page 116 ain't keen fur them great orators. I want to hear jist a plain, common feller like the rest of us, thet I kin foller an' know where he's driving. Abe Link- ern fills the bill." When Abe made a talk he made it so beauti- fully, so scholarly, that a scholar felt it was almpst inspired, and yet he made it so simply, so clearly, so understandable, with so little flourish and hooey that the least educated bird in the audience could follow and understand and feel the power and strength of the argument. That was in a large measure Lincoln's genius. It was partly what made him the savior of the country when he was needed. Doug came to Abe and begged him to lay off. "I'm down here to do some high class spouting," he said. "But, boy, you gave me more jabs than a mil- lion New Jersey mosquitoes. I'll can the chatter if you will." Abe said, "O. K. with me, Steve. I didn't want to do any talking, but if you are going to lay that bum idea out down here, I'm going to knock it into an ash can." Folks began to say that Abe had driven the "Giant" into a hole. An election was about to break out and folks around Springfield wanted Abe to run. He wouldn't. He was through with politics, at least he thought he was. They begged him and he said, "Nothing stirring," but while he was away on a law case they elected him anyhow. He resigned. Later he wanted to be senator but he tossed his chances away in order to make sure a Dougles Demmy wouldn't get it and thereby add one more slave vote to the U. S. senate. Page 117 NOW COMES 37 The lost speech OLKS, get a load of this. It's all about the lost speech, the speech that gave Abe a running start for the prexy job, the speech that launched him smack dab into the toughest job any bird in the United States ever handled, bar none. In the year 1856 in the Missouri-Kansas mess 200 men, women and children were shot, stabbed or burned to death in fighting between free and slave state settlers and the guerillas that came in from Missouri to hog tie the freedom gents. Homes, crops, hotels, printing plants had been burned by the guerillas. The slave birds were going to drive every man who held for freedom right out of the territory. They meant to see to it that these terri- tories should be safe for slavery. In May of 1856 the first Illinois state conven- tion to organize the Republican party was called. It met in Bloomington. The Republican party had been launched some months before in Wisconsin, at a little meeting hall in Ripon. Some white men with souls in their bodies and brains in their domes had got together and said, "We have to have a new party to fight this slavery, to oppose the Demo- crats." The Whig party was all haywire. So Whigs and What Nots, Know Nothings and some Demo- crats who were against slavery, all kinds of men had rallied under the new party head. Just before that Page 118 first Illinois convention got under way, a gang of thugs who were all for slavery rode into the town of Lawrence, Kansas, shooting as they rode and they burned the Free State, a hotel, and wrecked two printing plants. Lawrence, Kansas, had been set- tled by men and women from New England who had gone out there expressly to get families that be- lieved in freedom into the new territory. That's the kind of stuff that was goin' on when the Republican convention met in Bloomington. No one knew what was coming out of that con- vention. Abe Lincoln went down to see. He knew we needed a new party, but he was a little afraid the radicals, the wild eyed reds, would cop the party and cause terrible trouble. As Abe and Henry C. Whit- ney walked to the Chicago and Alton depot to see who would be climbing off the steam cars to attend the convention, Abe said to Whitney, "I guess I'll stop in this jewelry store and get me a pair of cheat- ers. You know, Henry, I am 47 years old now and I guess I kinda need specks." The convention met in a hall over Humphrey's cheap store. It adopted a platform and razzed the tar out of the Democratic administration — saying that congress had the power to stop the extension of slavery and should use that power. The conven- tion nominated Col. Bill H. Bissel, who, as a member of congress, had clashed with Jeff Davis and when challenged to a duel had chosen muskets loaded with ball and buckshot. In other words, a guy with plenty of guts. After getting this off the chest they started the speeches, forecasting the life and work of the new party. Several orators broke out and then the cry, Page 119 "Abe Lincoln, Abe Lincoln, Abe Lincoln," sounded. Abe stood up in answer to the shouts; then there were more yells, "Take the platform, take the plat- form." Abe walked slowly up the aisle and mounted the platform. He was formulating his speech as he walked. He started quietly, "We are in trying times. Unless popular opinion makes itself felt very strongly, and a change is made in our present course, blood will flow on account of Nebraska and Kansas. Brothers' hands will be raised against brother." They all knew this. But Abe, he was just opening up. "We must not be led by excitement and passion to do that which our sober judgments would not approve in cooler moments." So far the report- ers got down what Abe had to say. Then Abe said, "We are collected here from all manner of different elements, yet we are agreed that slavery must be kept out of Kansas. We are in a fair way to see this land of boasted freedom converted into a land of slavery in fact." Joe Medill of the Chicago Trib and all the rest of the reporters were getting more than interested. Lincoln's manner was so earnest, so convincing, so entrancing that the reporters let their pencils fall from their hands. When this happened you may be sure that something red hot and almost divine is being pulled. It takes real, inspired talking to keep a reporter from jotting down notes, to keep a re- porter from sneering, scoffing and saying, "Bologny, big boy, bologny, applesauce." Report- ers as a class are not awed by greatness or fame or any such thing. They know how fleeting is fame. They want to report what a man says, so you can Page 120 be assured that what Lincoln was saying was hitting the hearts as well as the minds of these people. Medill admitted that he quit because he wanted to listen. He didn't want to miss a word by trying to keep up with his notes. And every other reporter present did the same thing. Bill Herndon, Abe's partner, who usually made notes of impromptu speeches forgot to write down a thing. The listen- ers moved up closer. They packed in tight about the platform not to miss a word. Only jots of what was said at that convention have come to us. After it was over, Whitney spent hours making notes, try- ing to remember, trying to reconstruct the speech. "As sure as God reigns and school children read, that black foul lie (slavery) can never be con- secrated into God's hallowed truth." There is one line that was saved. And the end of the speech was reconstructed: We will say to the Southern Dis- unionists, 'We won't go out of the Union and you shan't.'" The hall came near cracking under the strain of the applause that marked Abe's triumph, The delegates jumped up and down and split their lungs crying acclaim. They tossed their bonnets into the air. Abe was the boy they had been looking for. He was the Voice of the convention, he was IT. They wanted Abe to try and write it out, this greatest speech that had been made since Pat Hen- ry. But Abe said, "No." Why? Because it was packed with dynamite. It was loaded with passion. It could have been turned into a torch then and set the country on fire. He didn't want to start a fire. Page 121 Abe was ripe then for greatness, but he didn't stop growing. Several years work in big law cases followed. Interesting cases. Cases involving mil- lions. The McCormick reaper case, the railroad case, the steam boat case. And Abe was making money, but a smear of the lawyers of the country were razzing him for being Santa Claus. He took too many cases for almost nothing. Cases for poor people. He was more interested in justice than he was in jack. Abe saved the son of hjs old friend, Aunt Hannah Duff, from a necktie party in one of the cleverest stunts ever pulled in a court room. Abe literally laughed one case off. That's where we get that gag line, "laugh that off." No fooling, he got everybody including the judge laughing so hard they simply couldn't stick Abe's client. He got to know the very heart beat of humanity, the passions of killers, the kindness of the kind and the rotten meanness of the others. Page 122 WHAM! GOES NO. 38 The "House Divided" speech HE "Baby Party" was going to stick up Abe for the job of U. S. senator from Illinois. He knew it and he decided to write himself a speech. Usually Abe just got on his hind legs and talked his talks. His dome was so full of gray matter all packed with facts and figures and his heart was so loaded with justice and the idea of what was right that he didn't need to slap his dope on paper. But here was one he meant to have cold. He wrote it and showed it to Billy Herndon. Billy said, "Abe, pull that speech and it will make you president." Abe showed it to others. They said, "You big chump. That speech will land you square into the refuse dump. It's ahead of its time. It's like a razor to cut your own throat." But Abe only answered, "It's my sentiments and I'll stick." They nominated him and he read his speech. "A house divided against itself cannot stand. I believe this government cannot endure permanent- ly half slave and half free. I do not expect the Union to be dissolved — I do not expect the house to fall — but I do expect it will cease to be divided. It will become all one thing or all the other." There is the meat of the speech and the meat of Abe's life from then on. His business from that mo- ment forward was to see that the house did not fall, that the Union did not dissolve. And he saw to it, Page 123 and he also saw to it that slavery was stepped on and eradicated from this land. There was other T. N. T. in that speech, too. Abe practically charged the president and a flock of others with conspiracy in the slamming through the Dred Scott decision. The newspapers, especially the Democratic papers, went wild, calling Lincoln nasty names. Steve Douglas, the biggest pig in the puddle down at Washington, read that speech and read it over and over again. He said, "That lanky Abe is going to toss the monkey wrench into my machinery sure as shooting if I don't get in there and bust up his show for him. I've got to get into Illinois." And so Douglas came to Illinois and in every campaign speech he made he tried to give the lie to that "House Divided" talk. He tried to show that everything was hotsi totsi in the present arrange- ment and that the slavery issue was of no great im- portance. It was tough going, but Douglas was a talker from Hades and when he turned his music on, the whole nation listened. He was a tin god on wheels in those days and he was due to remain such a tin personage for two years more. The year '58 was a horrible year financially. A soup kitchen year. In '57 the banks went kaflooey, stocks did a nose dive, property values fell in tail spins. Panic gripped the dinner pail carriers. More than 40,000 men were walking the streets of New York looking for jobs or a chance to snatch a hunk of bread. Many of these thousands paraded with banners which read — "We Want Work" or "Hunger is a Sharp Thorn." Soap box spielers were telling the hungry boys Page 124 to make a raid on the subtreasury vaults in which there were some 20,000,000 smackers in gold. Squads of dough boys and devil dogs were guarding the dough piles from these restless and hungry birds. In Chicago there were 20,000 men without work. The Southern gentlemen were thumbing their noses at the North and saying, "See! Look at us down here. All our black boys get their hog and hominy regular. Field laborers don't have to form bread lines." They were trying to put over that old hooey, that slaves were better off than the white workmen of the North just because Mr. Slave got enough corn pone to fill his belly. And while these white working men were writhing under the tough hiding a panic can slip to a guy who hasn't got the old sheckles salted away, they were smuggling at least 10,000 new slaves into the country every year, fresh captured black boys and girls from the wilds of Africa. It was a sweet picture, I don't think! Page 125 THIS CHAPTER IS NO. 39 The gong sounds OUG was fighting tooth, nail and adenoid to hold his job to be the leader of America. Abe was fight- ing just as hard to keep him out, for, in Doug's vic- tory, Abe saw chaos, and the prolongation of slavery. Let's leap a lot of hurdles and get the boys ripping into each other in the battle of the age, the Lincoln-Douglas debates, perhaps the most cele- brated chatter fights of history. The first round was pulled in the public square at Ottawa and 12,000 persons were there to catch it. Shorthand had just been born, the telegraph was new, and fast printing presses had recently been added to the inventions of the time. The news rags were in a sweat to get every word of that battle of the mental giants and the whole country was hot to read about it. The old hay maker shot his blistering rays down on the as- sembled multitude that stood in the unshaded square to get an ear full this afternoon of August 21, of the year 1858, and the multitude took the pun- ishment for three long hours and howled for more. Abe led with the charge that Doug's work on the Missouri Compromise repeal opened the way for the advance of slavery and then slamming over an- other fast one to the jaw he said, "Slavery is rip- ping the country wide open." Doug was punch drunk, but he came back with the charge that Abe Page 126 was full of barb wire, that he was fomenting war and tickling Mars under the chin. Doug tried to make the world believe that he, the runt with the big brain, was the only hope the country had for peace and prosperity. When the first of this series was over, the Democrats hoisted Doug to their shoulders and car- ried him off the field and the Republicans pulled the same undignified exit for Abe. All the newspapers carried long stories about the battle. This debate and the six that followed it made Lincoln a national figure. He had been only a country lawyer and politician, known only in Illinois — but the debates, the press, shorthand and the telegraph made him a great national figure over night. But Abe got more ink calling him naughty names than he got in praise. Let's take a look at some of the reports of that speech. Let's see what dumbbells some of the reporters were. The reporter for the Philadelphia Press was not very strong for Lincoln and he let his prejudice throw sand in his eyes. He let his feelings turn him sour and he ground out a story that makes him look pretty bad today. He said, "Lincoln — poor fellow! He was writhing in the powerful grasp of an intel- lectual giant. His speech amounted to nothing. It was made up with such expressions as 'I think it is so; I maybe mistaken; I guess it was done, etc., etc.' There were no straightforward assertions and logi- cal conclusions such as fall from the lips of Doug- las. He spent over half of his hour reading from some old speech that he had previously made on abolitionism. As he continued reading, there were Page 127 numerous voices exclaiming, "What book is that you are reading from" This dim wit of a reporter didn't know that he was reading from that "House Divided" speech that Lincoln pulled when he accepted the nomination for candidate for senator. He didn't know that it was to become one of the most famous speeches in his- tory, that it was to be quoted millions of times; he didn't know that Abe was reading from a master- piece. But such is prejudice. This addlepate re- porter ended up his yarn saying, "Lincoln is the worst used up man in the United States. He has six appointments to meet Judge Douglas yet. I don't believe he will fill them all." Oh, oh, did that feature hound have to eat his words? Did he ever prove that he was a first class ass? I'll tell the world he did. Abe filled those en- gagements and he talked Douglas into a trap that whipped Doug for the presidency, peeled him off like a dirty shirt. The Chicago Times, that defunct sheet that smelled as if it were already dead, in reporting that debate, tried to make it appear that Abe took a ter- rible licking from the lashing tongue of the "Little Giant." It's headlines recorded, "Lincoln's Heart Fails Him"; "Lincoln Fails All Over"; "Douglas Skins the Living Dog"; "The Lion Frightens the Canine." Papers are fairer now than they were in those days. Papers, no matter what their political faith or feelings, now try to give the exact and correct news always. What they say in their editorials, that's something else again. They take sides and Page 128 say what they like, almost. But in those days they stuck such things in the news columns. Lincoln did not fail at all that day. Lincoln made a tremendous hit with the people, but the Times tried to kid the world and make it look like Abe was a flop. Now, a paper would tell the reaction of the people honestly, no matter how the paper felt about it. At Jeast the paper would try to do it accurately. But we can't end this on the sour notes. Here is a little touch of what a reporter who was trying to be fair said. The reporter for the New York Eve- ning Post wrote, "In repose, I must confess that Long Abe's appearance is not comely. But stir him and the fire of genius plays on every feature. His eye glows and sparkles. Every lineament, now so ill formed, grows brilliant and expressive, and you have before you a man of rare power and of strong magnetic influence. He takes the people every time, and there is no getting away from his sturdy good sense, his unaffected sincerity and the unceas- ing play of his good humor which accompanies his close logic and smooths the way to conviction. Lis- tening to him on Saturday, calmly and unprejudiced, I was convinced that he has no superior as a stump speaker. He is clear, concise and logical ; his langu- age is eloquent and at perfect command. He is alto- gether a more fluent speaker than Douglas, and in all the arts of debate fully his equal/* Can you figure how two reporters could get such widely different stories from the same set of circumstances, from the same speech? Page 129 CHAPTER TWO SCORE Abe ruins the "Runt" N THIS corner, ladies and gentlemen, we have long boy Abe; in this corner, Doug, the half pint giant. The arena is at Freeport, Illinois and 15,000 people had ringside standing room. The whole mob stuck it out despite the cold and rain. They were packed so close about the platform that the speakers had to fight their way through. When Abe got the stand, he yanked off his duster and said, "Hold this while I stone Stephen." It got a laugh. Naturally. Abe was always good for a laugh. That is one of the things that burned the Democrats up. Abe, serious as he was, could al- ways get a laugh to get the people in a receptive mood for his oratorical obligatto. Abe was looking further ahead than the rest of the politicians. He had his neck way out and his eyes had their long dis- tance focus on. He meant to whip Doug for the senate at the coming election if he could, but he meant to pulverize him so that he couldn't grab off the big job no matter what the outcome of the sena- torial race might be. Abe decided to deliver a blow to the solar plexis by asking Doug to answer one question. This question was, "Can the people of a United States territory, in any lawful way, against the wish of any citizen of the United States, exclude slavery from its limits prior to the formation of a state constitution? Page 130 Abe's political advisers had said, "Abe, don't be a fool. You're tossing your chances to be elected senator into the garbage can with that question." Abe had said to them, "Now, boys, get in on this. I am gunning for bigger game." "What's that bologny mean?" they asked him. "Blow the cobwebs out of your brain, they're collecting dust," Abe said. "If Douglas answers that question, 'Yes,' and he has to do it to keep his votes here in Illinois, he is going to rip his pants with the whole South. He'll never be president if he says they can exclude slavery from a territory, and he knows darned well that they can't under the law he railroaded through. Playing to the South he got it fixed so they can't exclude slavery legally from a territory, and he knows it, but the law is ambiguous and he'll find a way to straddle it, and he'll say they can. All right. That'll give him a break here in Illinois, but it will break him absolutely in the South, and there you are, boys. With the South and North Democrats busted up, it'll mean three parties in the field and it will mean that the Republican candidate for president, the candidate who will be absolutely opposed to the extension of slavery, can go in, hands down. Does that clear your noodles for you? The battle of 1860 is worth a hundred of this." Abe hadn't pictured himself as the candidate for president, either. He was knocking Doug out then at the risk of shattering his own chinaware forever. This is evident from his talks later when he said, "I never figured I was fit for the presi- dency." Humble Abe, Honest Abe was taking the chance of losing out in this race because he thought it was the best thing for the country. Because he Page 131 honestly believed what he said, because he honestly wanted to see slavery put on the skids and slid into oblivion. But these advisers still said, "Abe, you're mak- ing a fool of yourself. Doug will answer as you say and with this added to his already large following it will mean that he'll knock you for a loop in this senate race." "Let him knock," Abe said, "I'm going to spring that one on him, and you mark my words, it'll do what I tell you." That boy, Abe, was the smartest politician then playing politics or pinochle. Just exactly what he doped out came true. Dong, that's the bell. Doug took the floor and asked Abe a series of questions. Abe answered them and made a hit with his comebacks. Then Abe led off with this ques- tion we have just given the double O. Doug start- ed squirming and dodging. He smelled the rodent. He began to see that he was just about due to kiss the canvas if he answered that question. Either way he got himself in a political jam. But Doug was out for the senate job and he knew he had to hold Illinois or he was a goner for sure. "So," said he to himself, said he, "I'll have to say 'yes/ or bite the dust here and now." It brought the sweat out on his brow. The sweat was boiling some of the booze out, too. But after ducking and dodging and trying to make a few holes for an out he said, "Yes, terri- tories can exclude slavery." Oh! Oh! That did it. He rubbed his nose in the resin, then and there. When the news got to the South, the whole solid flock of Cotton States said, Page 132 "You're out, boy, you're out. Here we've been kinda favoring you for president with the understanding that you were really for slavery and for its exten- sion, but no more." Southern planters had ruined their soil by cultivating nothing but cotton. They didn't want to spread the potash, etc., to bring it back. They wanted these western territories to be opened up as slave land so they could grab off mil- lions of acres of cheap dirt, drag their niggers with 'em and start planting on a big scale again. Now Doug was trying to face both ways, be against slavery in the north and for it in the south. It took some facing. That second debate put Doug on the bum. He saw that he was up against a bruiser who could take punishment and still come up grinning ; he saw that Abe was a glutton for work and that his voice was getting stronger. Imagine talking outdoors to a mob of 20,000 people without radio amplifiers to help. It was a task that put a strain on the sturdiest of tonsils, but Abe could do it. He could throw his voice like a cowboy throws a heifer. Doug, with all his heavy lung power, was not equal to the chore after the first two debates. Abe was getting in the punches where they hurt and was tiring the "Little Giant" right down. Abe was a giant killer if ever there was such a character. Doug got nasty in his talks finally and said that Lincoln had to be carried off the platform at Otta- wa. He repeated this several times, the same as accusing Abe of being soused, full of giggle soup, and Abe never swallowed a slug of happy juice in his Page 133 life, while, as a matter of course, Doug got three sheets in the freeze frequently. Lincoln didn't care for that crack so much. He answered it by saying, "I don't want to quarrel with Steve. I don't want to call him a liar. But when I come square up to him, I don't know what else to call him." And Abe got in a nasty dig of his own after being harrassed by Doug's dirty allusions. He said, "I flatter myself that thus far my wife has not found it necessary to follow me around from place to place to keep me from getting drunk." It was fairly well known that Mrs. Douglas had been forced to do just that. When Douglas tried to make Lincoln's anti- slavery stand look like a stand for equality of the races, charging that Lincoln would probably like a black mamma, Lincoln laughed that off by saying, "Doug uses a spacious and fantastic arrangement of words by which a man can prove a horse-chestnut to be a chestnut-horse." At Galesburg 20,000 people stood in a freezing, cold rain and heard the debate that lasted for more than three hours. The night before, in a jam that came out to welcome him, a man held a lantern up to Abe's face, and Abe laughed and said, "My friend, the less you see of me the more you'll like me." Abe didn't kid himself that he was a handsome sheik. He knew he had a lantern jaw and a long, lined face, but it didn't bother him. There was nothing of the drug store cowperson in him. Doug slicked himself up and took great pride in his black, wavy hair and in his neat pantaloons. Abe took his pride in being right. Page 134 \ THIS ADDS UP TO 41 The country calls for Abe BE knew his artichokes. He knew he was whipped for the senate, but he felt pretty sure he had splashed Doug for the presidency in 1860. He was right as a rabbit. The trimming Abe took hurt him a littlf . He was down in the mouth for a moment, but in leaving his office after getting the dope on his whipping, he slipped, came near crashing on the sidewalk. But he was agile and he saved himself. "Just a slip and not a fall," he said, and the idea cheered him. He could take that both ways. Abe was glad he had been in the battle. It had taken every dime he had to make the race, but he didn't give a rap about that. His practice was wait- ing for him. He wrote, "Another explosion will come soon. Doug managed to be supported as the best instrument to break down slavery and also as the best instrument to uphold slavery. No ingenu- ity can keep this deception up a great while." Nope, Abe wasn't broken hearted, even though he figured it meant that he was through with poli- tics. "Though I now sink out of view and shall be forgotten, I believe I have made some marks which will tell for the cause of civil liberty long after I am gone." "Though I now sink out of view." Ah, Abe, that's applesauce. You're just coming Page 135 into national view as the biggest personality in the country, yes, in the world. "And shall be forgotten." Horseradish, Abe, horseradish. You'll never be forgotten. And Abe wrote, "I shall fight in the ranks at the next election." But he was wrong here. It was not in the ranks, but as the general that he next fought. The truth that Abe had hammered into the country during his debates had inflamed the whole population one way or another. Abe's name was on every tongue. They were saying, "I wonder what kind of a bozo he is?" The world wanted to know more about Abraham Lincoln. One evening as he was leaving the court house in Bloomington, Illinois a gent by the name of Jesse Fell fell in alongside of him and said, "Abe, put on the brakes. I want to have a little gab fest with you." Abe looked down and recognized this short feller as the wealthy Fell who was a realtor and a railroad tie magnate. Fell owned thousands of acres of Illinois land and he was a strong Republican and booster for Abe. Fell made his dough buying and selling sections of terra firma and also peddling ties to the baby railroads. "Skate along with me up to my brother's office," Jesse said, and when they got there, Jesse sprung it on Abe like this, "Listen, big boy, I've been seeing America first — I've just come back from a trip to the east. I was in New England and Pennsylvania and all over. And, Abe, you can split my logs if I didn't find that they are all talking about you. They are all saying, 'That long sucker out there knows his onions and his bunions.' And, Abe, they all asked Page 136 me, 'Who is this talking fool who made Douglas look like a dirty deuce in a greasy pack?' Well, boy, I told 'em. "Well, Abe, seeing as how they are thinking about you, I says to myself, 'There is the guy for president of these United States/ That's what I said and then I doped it out this way. What we need is publicity. We want to tell these folks who are asking these questions who you are, Abe. As well as I know you, Abe, I know nothing about your early life, your education, your people. That's the stuff they want to know. "Now, I've got a friend in Pennsylvania, a judge, and he wants a good, bang up story of your youth, your early experiences, your family and all that sort of stuff. I've told him I'll slip him the dope and he'll write a story for his paper and for all the papers in the east. It is a swell chance to get some free press agent work done and it'll mean that you become the next president of the United States. Now, Abe, hand me the low down on yourself?" You would think that that line of chatter would have puffed Abe up and that he would have leaped at the opportunity, wouldn't you? But not Abe. He said, "Oh, Fell, what's the use of talking of me for the presidency while we have such men as Seward and Chase who are so intimately hooked up with the Republican party. Everybody knows them. No one knows me but some folks here in Illinois. Besides it is a matter of justice due to these men who have carried the party to the place it now holds in the east. They are entitled to a shot at the presidency. I really think so." "Don't be an eggnog," Fell said. "Why, big Page 137 boy, Seward and Chase haven't got a Chinaman's chance. I'll tell you why. They are in bad with the world for being too radical. They are not liked gen- erally because they have said such revolutionary things, while you have said nothing but sane and sensible common horse sense things. You've got it on 'em like a blanket if you'll listen to me. "What the Republican party wants in 1860 is a man of popular origin, of acknowledged ability, committed against slavery, and boy, if you don't fill the bill I'll eat my undershirt." "Tie it out in the pasture, Fell," Abe said. Well, maybe not just that way, but that's what he meant. "I'm telling you, Abe, you are passing up a swell bet," Fell said. "I know my home state of Pennsyl- vania will go for you. They won't sail for Cameron (Pa. R.), but boy, they'll go for you like a ton of brick hitting the skids. "Come on, now, wise me up on your babyhood and all that sort of thing." Then Abe said, "Fell, I'm flattered. There's no use kidding about it. I admit that I am ambitious, I would like to be president, but it's not in the book. No one else in this world thinks I am presidential lumber except maybe you and Billy Herndon and my wife. She has been getting me elected president now for many years, but you know what that stuff is. No one is interested in my humble, early life, so we'll just forget it, Fell, old friend, just forget it." And Abe got up and threw the heavy knitted shawl about his shoulders and walked out. But Fell came tagging at his heels and said, "You haven't heard the last of that, Abe. We'll talk about it some more." Page 138 Abe couldn't help but hear the calls now. Many of the Republican papers of the country were cry- ing for Abe to toss his kelly into the ring. Republi- can clubs were howling for Abe to come and talk to them. He got invited from all over the country, but Abe couldn't attend. If fish were selling for 10 cents a whale he couldn't have bought a herring. He was that broke and he had to stick at his prac- tice to get some groceries in the pantry. To the editors who kept saying, "We're root- ing for you for president," Abe wrote, "Keep this talk out of the papers. Seriously, I do not think I am fit for the presidency." And that wasn't sauce from the baldwin either. Abe wasn't after the job, much as Molly wanted him to be president. Not yet he wasn't, but as the music of the independent Republicans got stronger and stronger and demand for Abe got hotter and hotter, I guess he started thinking, "Well, why not?" And they got hotter, too. Long John Wentworth of the Chicago Democrat which was a Republican paper said, "Abe, what you need is somebody to run you." Lincoln laughed and said, "Johnnie, only events can make a president." Abe didn't know those events had already gone into a huddle and decided to hand him the ball. And while this agitation was seething and the slavery question was rapidly pushing us into a national merry-go-round for a dizzy ride with death, Lincoln reached the age of half a century. I guess Abe was saying to himself every time he pulled a bright crack that got a lot of guffaws, "Be your age, Abe; be your age." Page 139 THE SCORE IS NOW 42 The "Rail Splitter" candidate HOSE events that Abe cracked about were busy making it imperative that Abe give a listen to the call. John Brown's body lies a moaning in the grave. Johnnie was one of the events. Johnnie, the aire- dale fanatic with the zeal of a religious crusader, while only a kid had seen a slave boy beaten by an overseer. He had taken a vow then and there that he would bust slavery for good or boot the pail in the attempt, and from that moment until they sprung the trap and left him hanging, he had devoted his life to that one grand purpose. Johnnie came from the finest stock this land had to boast about, but he was always as poor as the church rodent, because he not only raised cain with slavery all his life, he also raised a young army of kids, 20 in all. And every one of them were zealots in the cause of freedom like their old man. Two of his boys died in that Harpers Ferry affair that caused the country to blaze. On the night of Sunday, October 16, 1859 John- nie led his band there to cop the government ar- senal, take a hunk of the South, arouse the slaves, ring the gong for freedom. The gang took the arsenal, too, but Col. Robert E. Lee moved in an.d took it back after killing the whole gang, except Johnnie. The bullets miraculously missed him. When Bob Lee got his dukes on the old bozo with Page 140 the flowing white beard he said, "Who sent you?" and Johnnie said, "It was my own idea, or that of my Maker, or that of the devil, whichever you please." "What was your game?" "I came to free the slaves." Virginia gave Johnnie a fair trial on the charges of murder, treason and inciting slaves to re- bellion, and sentenced him to swing until dead. Brave old Johnnie faced death like a Trojan. Just before they waltzed Johnnie out to the trap he slipped a piece of paper to a fellow prisoner. On it was written, "I, John Brown, am now quite cer- tain that the crimes of this guilty land will never be purged away but with blood. I had, as I now think, vainly flattered myself that without much blood- shed it might be done." John felt that his death was a blessing and would hasten the complete annihilation of slavery and he was ready to die in that cause. Die he did. Bravely, and what he predicted came true. Emerson, Thoreau, Victor Hugo and other great writers of the time compared him to Christ, to Socrates, the great martyrs who had met death finely. Wendall Phillips said, "The lesson of the hour is insurrection." Steve Douglas shouted that the Republican politicians had incited John Brown to his mad act, and quoted Abe's "House Divided" speech to show that there were inciting remarks in it. He also quot- ed Seward's "Irrepressible Conflict" speech to show that it was incendiary. Doug was trying to use the Harper's Ferry act to wreck the Republicans. But Lincoln warned against passion, warned Page 141 against such foolhardy stunts as Johnnie had tried to pull. At last Abe gave in and accepted the job of dark horse in the race for president. He was invited to speak in New York at the Cooper Institute and he made a speech that will live forever. It rang 'round the country and Abe was well on the way to the job. On May 9 the Illinois Republican state conven- tion went into session and as the meeting opened, in walked John Hanks with two fence rails across his shoulder. A banner on the rails proclaimed, "Abraham Lincoln, the rail candidate for president, I860" and there was an inscription beneath the big type reading, "Two rails from a lot of 3,000 made in 1830 by Thomas Hanks and Abe Lincoln, whose father was the first pioneer of Macon county." As John marched in carrying these rails the delegates to the state convention shouted, "Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln — Speech — Speech." A committee grabbed Abe and danced him to the platform. He thanked them. His face was sober, no laughs there then. And then the convention let out a shout — "Three Times Three for Honest Abe, Our Next President" — and after the cheers had burst and died down John Hanks came to the plat- form with more rails, shouting "Identify your work." Abe said, "I cannot say that I split these rails," and then he turned to the committee and said, "Where did you get these rails?" A spokesman cracked the silence, "At a farm you improved down on the Sangamon." Abe said, "Well, that was a long time ago. It is possible I may have split the rails, but I cannot identify them." But the convention Page 142 kept on shouting, "Identify your work, identify your work." Then Abe began to grin. He saw it was a plan to stage a demonstration for him and he didn't want to throw any cold water on the fun. He asked, "What kind of timber are they?" "Honey locust and black walnut," they said. "Well, that is lasting timber," and he gave the rails a close up and down and said, "It may be that I split these rails and again he gave the rails the double O. "Well, boys, I can only say that I have split a great many better looking ones." And in this manner was the rail splitting candidate given a moniker that has stuck. The convention then got down to business and picked Abe as their candidate for nomination. Seven out of the 22 delegates were in favor of Seward of New York for the Republican nomination, but the convention instructed its delegates to vote unani- mously for Abe. Illinois had picked its candidate for president on the Republican ticket. It was May 9 and on May 16 the national Republican convention was to go into its great cluster at Chicago and pick a candidate. Men who favored Lincoln for president had de- manded that the convention be held in Chicago. They had said, "Listen to us or lose the middle west. This vast, new territory is getting stronger than a bull elephant and it won't be long now, no, it won't be long until we are the strongest part of the Union." So they talked to the national committee and Chicago was selected. Page 143 WE'LL CALL IT 43 BECAUSE IT IS The dark horse wins HERE was much noise and making merry in Chi- cago. The biggest lumber structure since the wooden horse had been erected to house the howl- ing delegates to the G. O. P. convention. Fair dames squealed with delight at the bunting and thousands of pigs squealed with pain, for the blow-hard metropolis, even then in its tender years, was be- coming the pork packing center of the world. Pork barrels were to be seen here and there. Pork barrels may still be sniffed when politicians get together. Chi named the convention hall the Wigwam and here in 1860 Abraham Lincoln, the dark pacer, was nominated to head the ticket of the G. O. P. It was a grand party then, but the O was a little misplaced, for, as you know, the party was still wearing a tri- angle as an emblem of babyhood. Plenty politics was played at this mammoth huddle, plenty of embarrassing promises were made, but Honest Abe had made it plain to his backers that he wasn't putting out. He said, "Make no promises for me." A few were made, anyhow, but you can't blame Abraham for them. Seward, the favorite, came near copping early in the game, but the cards were not stacked that way and it's a lucky thing for the Red, White and Blue that it was as it was. Abe didn't show up at the shindig and when he ankled down the main stem of Springfield and Page 144 heard that the convention was going hot for Seward, Abe heaved himself a sigh of relief. "I reckon I can go back to my office and practice some law," he said. Meaning for good. But on Friday, when they put Abe across the line, a winner, he got a big belt out of it. He took it calmly, though, and said, "I be- lieve I'll slip up to Eighth st. There is a little woman down at our house who would like to hear the news." Well, well, well. Molly wasn't such a crack-pot after all when she said Abraham Lincoln was going to be president of the United States. Molly knew more about Abe's weight and worth than the cross- roads wiseacres. When Abe slipped her the tidings, she said, "I told you so," as wives will do now and then in the best regulated domiciles. The news brought out all the empty barrels and combustible material in Sangamon county and that night the heavens blazed with the happy fire of suc- cess for a home boy. A brass band blared up to put on a serenade for the victor. Abe came out on the front porch and said, "Howdy, boys," and they yelled, "Speech, speech." So Abe said, "Well, boys, the honor of the nomination is not for me personally at all. It's just for the representative of a great cause. That's all." When Judge David Davis, Abe's manager, was asked how much it cost to put that nomination over, the judge said, "Seven hundred smackers including flowers, telegrams, the headquarters in Chi, rail- road fare of delegates, and incidentals." Try and do it now for $700.00. Try and do it. And who was to be Abe's opponent in the big race for the presidency? None other than our little, Page 145 hammered down, playmate, Steve Douglas himself, not a motion picture. The Democrats had convened and gone haywire over slavery. The convention had broken up in a row, and they had convened again, only to battle. Once more they split and Abe, watching it all by the papers, laughed up his sleeve and said, "I knew I would get Douglas back in those debates. The South will have none of him." The Northern Democrats pulled out and nomi- nated Doug anyhow, and the Southern planters dug a hole for John C. Breckenridge of Kentucky and planted him for the race. They might as well have thrown the dirt in then. He didn't have a ghost of a show for his money. That split in the Democratic party that Abe had managed by one deftly turned question at Freeport, Illinois, marked the end of a 30-year reign for the Democrats. The Republican campaign got away to a good start on a smart hunch from a fourth-estater who named a marching club of young voters the Wide Awake club. In almost no time similar clubs were organized in every jerk water hamlet in the north and all the big cities had several of them. The na- tional headquarters passed out thousands of oilskin capes and hats and torchlight parades blazed away everywhere. The campaign was running swiftly and smoothly. All the good anti-slavery boys opened up with oratory all over the lots. Everybody got aboard the wagon for the new party and its leader, Abe. He alone kept his trap shut. He had said his say before. They knew his stand against slavery and for the Union and he made only one talk before the elec- tion. That was in Springfield on August 14. They Page 146 came in baby buggies, on roller skates and mules, any way to get there. It was the biggest crowd the burg had ever welcomed. Abe was not accustomed to such worship as was being shown. Humble Abe wasn't out to reap glory. He said, "This is a fight for a cause and the cause will go on if I were to die tonight." The spotlight of the nation was on Abe. Such a harvest of biographies was never before seen and, incidentally, they are still being turned out. The country had a Lincoln complex. While the Re- publican papers were printing reams about his good- ness, smartness, genuiness, the Democratic papers were calling him "a big baboon, a third rate country lawyer." The pannings he got may have stung a little, even if they were not true, not merited, but the praise that was piled on him didn't turn his head or unbalance him in any way. Volk, the big hammer, chisel and marble artist, said, "Now that you are going to be president, I want to make a statue and I will do my best to do you justice." "I don't doubt it, big boy," Abe said, "I have come to the conclusion that you are an honest man." Volk had already made a bust of him. Volk wanted to get the hands holding a stick and Abe went out to the barn and found an old broomstick. He came into the house whittling it down, smoothing it up. The sittings started and as Abe's mug began to look like him, he burst out one day, "There's the animal himself." Abe was no God to himself, no matter how the politicians tried to give him the Godlike attributes. Page 147 COUNT IT 44 Elected and threatened ORNING of the election day Abe crawled out of the hay about 7 a. m., ate a light breakfast of pork side and hen fruit, coffee and toast and said, "How you guessing, Molly?" "I married you, didn't I?" was Molly's come- back. "And I said you would be president, didn't I? Well, that settles it. You're going to be and you had better be elected today, too, because you're get- ting old." Abe laughed at that and ankled down to the principle drag to get the dope. When it began to look like it was in the bag for him, he raced back home, calling out, "Molly, we're elected." Note that he didn't say "I am elected." He dragged Molly in and made her full partner to the job. She couldn't bear the tremendous burdens of the task, but she was a partner to Abe just the same, even if she did fly off the handle now and then. The final count showed that the Lincoln guess- ers were bright lads and thoroughly conversant with their onions. It gave Abe 1,856,452 votes, a majority of nearly half a million over Douglas, his nearest competitor. But a few votes in different places would have gummed the works and thrown the elec- tion into the body of big law makers and graft in- vestigators sometimes known as congress. This might have been fatal. It probably would have Page 148 meant that the South could get its axe ground and a man who favored slavery might have been picked. It was a good win for Abe. But not a crushing one. Fifteen states didn't give him a single electoral vote, but the big places, New York and Pennsylvania and Illinois crashed through and saved the day for Abraham. The balloters elected more Demmys than Re- publicans to congress so Abe was going to meet a hostile gang wh$n he took over the seat of govern- ment. Almost as soon as Abe was elected the south got going. The whole south had done everything in its power to stop him, and having failed in that, got peevish, nasty about it. South Carolina was the first to pout and play the baby act. This state voted to raise and equip 10,000 soldiers and lay out 500,000 smackers for shooting hardware. South Carolina! declared itself a sovereign state and seceded from the Union on December 20. It had its own flag, as though it was going off and play nation all by it- self. It grabbed the Federal forts and post office and custom houses and said, "These are mine now. I won't play with you any more." Before Christmas of 1860 had arrived it began to look as if there was no Santa Claus. All the Cot- ton States were going to make merry with the con- stitution and tell the government to go choke a calf. By New Year's day of '61, the talk of forming a Southern Confederacy was so insistent that the world knew Hades was going to be popping soon. Bob Tooms, a big shot politician from the South, was shouting, "It is admitted that you seek to out- law $4,000,000 worth of property of our people in the Page 149 territories. Is not that a cause for war?" Jeff Davis, the boy who was soon to be elected as president of the Southern Confederacy, was not sure it was a case for secession and war. Hot headed as he was, he was not yet ready to start a fight. The guys who were singing for secession the loudest were the slave breeders and peddlers, the ones who ran the slave livery stables. A Southern planter was yapping loud, too, saying, "These durned fools of the North are just going to make niggers higher, that's all. Why, I have to pay from 1,000 to 2,000 bucks a head for niggers as it is now and they'll be higher, when, if rights were right, I could go over to Africa and get better niggers for $50.00 a head. It's a shame." In that cry of the planter you can see the cruelty of the whole slave system, and see what Abe hated with all his soul. Six other Cotton States pulled out saying, "We have the right to self government and self determi- nation." These states picked a number of bozos to represent them and they went into a huddle at Montgomery, Ala., February 14, 1861. They im- mediately started a brand new government saying, "Now, while each state has a perfect right to be its own nation, there is strength in coagulation. Let's get together." They picked the name, Confederate States of America as a first class label and elected Jeff Davis, the fire eater of Mississippi, as president. Then they elected the soft spoken gentleman, Alexander Stephens of Georgia, as vice president. Alex had cautioned against the break, had said that the elec- tion of Abe need not mean war; that Abe was honest and just and that the war shouters of the South Page 150 were making chumps of themselves by pulling out ; but Alex was a states right man and a loyal South- erner, and he took the job. President Buchanan broke down and wept like a child. He called a na- tional fast day and he played sob sister in private, moaning that he was the last president of the United States of America. He took it on the wet side, so to speak, instead of getting in there and telling these states that he was sorry to inconveni- ence them, but they were acting like spoiled babies and would have to be spanked and made to go to bed without any supper, he wept a bucket full of tears and didn't know what to do. Zach Chandler of Detroit, a department store owner and congressman, wrote to the governor of the now automotive state and said "a little blood- letting" was wanted. And the same emotion pre- vailed in the South. Lincoln being elected was thought to be the cause of all this unhappy state of affairs by many cranks who started flooding Abe's home and office with threatening letters. They called him a hairy ape, a negro, a half wit, an idiot; they said he should be flogged and tortured and torn into bits. They drew pictures of gallows and daggers and sent them to him. Many of these letters, most of them, came from the North. The North was all bothered be- cause it looked like the going was going to be bad for some time to come. Northern governors were saying, "Put the rebels down. We'll send troops and spend money." It was an awful time, a dangerous time. The United States of America was headed for the ash can. It needed a man to save the situation. Page 151 Abe Lincoln was that man. He didn't fear the threats. He refused to have shadows trailing him, sleuths on his track to save his life. He went about as usual, waiting for March and inauguration. He was hounded to death by office seekers. He was troubled in his mind, too. How to save the Union. That is what had him studying day and night. As the day for the big installation drew near the threatening letters got more violent so Abe said to Tom Mather, adjutant general of Illinois, "Tom, take a slide down to Washington and see Gen. Win- field Scott, the old pathfinder and Mexican battler." The general was head of the army. Abe said, "Look the old boy in the optics and see for yourself how he stacks up on loyalty." Scott was a Virginian and Virginia had votes enough for the Union on the North. "See what the old gentleman has to say and note it carefully." There was no telling in those days. Southern officers were resigning from the army fast and there was talk of taking Washington so that Abe could not be inaugurated. The Illinois general went down and he found Gen. Scott flat on his back in a sick bed. He was raised on pillows and said, "You may present my compliments to Mr. Lincoln and tell him I expect him to come to Wash- ington as soon as he is ready." And the conqueror of Vera Cruz wheezed on, "And you can tell Abe that when he gets here I shall consider myself re- sponsible for his safety. If necessary I'll plant can- nons at both ends of Pensylvania av. and if any so and so show their hands or even venture to raise a finger, I'll blow them to Hell." Page 152 CHAPTER 45 Talks cold turkey; takes oath BE and his whole family moved to Washington. There was a big whoopee made in his honor all along the way. Pinkerton (the eye) busted up a plot to kidnap Lincoln and another to blow his train into smithereens, and Abe skidded into the capitol. He put one over on Seward when that guy got to feeling his oats too much after being asked in as secretary of state. Abe convinced Seward that he ought to accept and accept he did. Let's get a motion picture of the inauguration. Came the dawn. The senate was still in ses- sion. It had met at 7 p. m. the night before and the big voice and spiel men were still at it. The streets of Washington were resounding to the tune of marching men, thousands of soldiers lined the cob- blestone boulevards, but they were not the only ones doing a hot foot up and down the pavements. No, thousands and thousands of men with a sprinkling of skirts were wearing down the stones. These were the folks who had got into Washington the night before to be present at the first inauguration of a Republican president this country had ever seen. These bimboes had got into a town already packed to the sideboards and there wasn't a flop to be had. They walked the streets awaiting the time when old, honest Abe, the rail splitter, would waltz out on the portico of the capitol and take the oath. Page 153 Abe was up with the dawn — he never was one to lie abed when things were doing and he was hard at work in his room in Willard's hotel — he was dic- tating letters and getting things in shape to go take the oath. Abe looked out of the window and saw the marching crowd, the flash of bayonets and heard the tramp, tramp of soldiers. Abe kept right on working, building his political fences, getting set to take over his job, until the hour of noon slipped upon him and with it came Jimmy Buchanan to escort his successor to the capitol. Abe walked down to the old fashioned state surrey and he climbed aboard and Jimmy got in beside him. A guard of soldiers formed around the wagon and they started the historic ride. At every corner along the avenue were mounted orderlies, and on the roof tops of the flat buildings they passed were squads of sharp shooters. When the hack drew up to the capi- tol he found a board tunnel carefully guarded by soldiers and through this tunnel he entered the building. Gen. Scott was taking no chances. He was all loaded and primed for any eventuality. Inside the capitol were armed guards in every wing and when at last Abe stepped out on that platform over the portico to make his inaugural address there were 60 riflemen under the floor and the general, himself, having arisen from a sick bed, was at the head of a flying squad of light artillery. This great display of preparedness hit the crowd in different ways. Some said the new admin- istration was scared as a pink rabbit. Others thought it was smart show to let pineapple tossers know there was some strength in the land. Page 154 Abe passed into the senate chamber. Those who saw the pair walk in together say that the con- trast was startling. Jimmy Buchanan, withered and bowed with age and worried about the affairs of the government and Abe, tall and strong and tower- ing. They said it made Jimmy look like half a man. After a few minutes delay the justices of the supreme court got into their trick suits and led the way to the speakers' platform. Abe walked to the front of the platform. He carried a cane and a little role, the manuscript of his inaugural address. He had his eight-quart silk topper on his domb and after getting out in front he lifted the lid and bowed and then looked around for a place to stack the chapeau. Steve Douglas, the boy whose goose Abe had cooked two years before and thoroughly an- nihilated in the election, was sitting right behind him and he saw that the president was in need of a corner to ditch the skypiece, so Doug stepped for- ward, quickly took the hat and moved back into his seat holding Abe's bonnet. Doug, the "Little Giant," who had helped make Lincoln great by op- posing him, leaned over and whispered to Mrs. Brown, "If I can't be president, I, at least, can hold his hat." Doug made a hit with the gesture. The address that Abe gave had been written for six weeks. He left no doubt in the mind of anyone that he wasn't going to stand for any shenanigans as Buchanan had. He talked cold turkey to the South, not in a threatening way, no, instead he was kindly and earnestly urging the South to snap out of it and show some gumption, to get back on the governmental band wagon and quit posing as a Page 155 separate nation. Abe told the South that he had no intention of interfering with its property — but he also made it clear that these states didn't have a right to make monkeyshines with the government. Here are some of his exact words : "To the extent of my ability, I shall take care, as the constitution itself expressly enjoins upon me, that the laws of the Union be faithfully executed in all the states — (He said all and when he said all he didn't mean some). Doing this I deem it to be only a simple duty on my part ... I trust this will not be regarded as a menace, but only as the declared purpose of the Union that it will constitutionally defend and maintain itself. "In doing this there needs to be no bloodshed or vio- lence; and there shall be none, unless it be forced upon the national authority. The power confided to me will be used to hold, OCCUPY and POSSESS the property and places belonging to the govern- ment, and to collect the duties and imposts, but beyond what may be necessary for these objects, there will be no invasion, no using of force against or among the people anywhere." This is a paragraph that Seward thought was like a match to the fuse of that national load of TNT Abe was sitting on. Seward wanted to cut that paragraph out of the inaugural address, but Abe said, "Be yourself, Seward. We can't kid with them or try to kid 'em in this crisis — I mean to hold and possess the federal property in the south and that's not bunkum either. Why duck the issue?" Page 156 ABE 15 MADE PREXY HE TAKES THE OATH And going on with his speech he appealed to the South to come back and play ball on the home lot. He said: "Will you hazard so desperate a step — as the de- struction of the national fabric with all its benefits, its memories and its hopes — while there is any possibility that any portion of the ills you fly from have no real existence? Will you, while the cer- tain ills you fly to are greater than all the real ones you fly from — will you risk the commission of so fearful a mistake? Physically speaking, we cannot separate. We can- not remove our respective sections from each other, nor build an impassible wall between them. In YOUR hands, my dissatisfied countrymen, and not in mine is the momentous issue of Civil War. The government will not assail you. You can have no conflict without yourselves being the aggressors. You have no oath registered in heaven to destroy the government, while I shall have the most solemn one to preserve and defend it." Right there Abe meant to close his address and take that most solemn oath, but Seward had ob- jected. Seward had a notion that he was president and would have to do all the work. Seward was all wet in this and he learned it, too, but not until he had pulled a flock of bone- head plays that Abe killed. Abe was willing to listen to Seward then. Seward had wanted to hand the South a large box of taffy and he stuck in some flowery words for a closing number. Abe felt willing to be gentle with the south and use honeyed phrases, but he rejected Seward's words and used his own, making the idea in them fit with his own notions. Page 157 So he closed using these words now famous in history: "I am loath to close, we are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature." Then he took the oath. The New York Tribune said of that speech, in effect, "The talk was the berries. There is no wishy washy tripe in it. He who runs may read. It will carry the glad tidings, good or not, as the case may be, that the federal government of the U. S. A. is still in existence with a MAN at the head of it." grease Other papers rapped it hard, put Abe in the Page 158 COMES 46 Fort Suntipter— the lid blows off w HEN Abe kissed the Book taking the oath to pre- serve the Union he enthroned immediately on a vol- cano already rumbling. The blow came pronto. On March 5, just one day after the ceremony, he re- ceived a letter from Maj. Bob Anderson, in com- mand of Fort Sumpter, telling him he needed 20,000 men on the double to hold the harbor. The U. S. was fresh out of 20,000 soldiers. In the whole land there were only 16,000 and they cov- ered plenty territory. Maj. Bob was in one bad spot, in the Charleston harbor, surrounded by hot headed rebels who wouldn't permit a Union boat to dock near the fort. His doughboys' tummys were firmly convinced their throats were cut. They hadn't got their molars into a square feed for weeks. Jimmy Buchanan had gummed the detail and Bob was desperate. He wanted food and had to have men or lose the fort. Whichever way Abe decided he was going to get into it up to his neck. He was not one to make snap decisions either, so he stalled for a time. Gen. Scott, chief of the army, said, "Better pull Bob and his men out of there." But Abe didn't want to do that. He had said he would "hold and possess all U. S. property" and he meant to do it if he could. He called a cabinet meeting and he didn't shut an eye all night before the huddle. Page 159 The time had come when it was up to him, abso- lutely up to him. His decision was the one that would count and what he might do the next day might either bring a war down on the ears of the nation, or might save it from one. He had to do some tall thinking and the more he thought, the more certain he was that war could not be avoided, the more certain he was that the time had come when he had to be firm as a hunk of granite. The time had come when he would have to order that troops get into Fort Sumpter. When the cabinet met he put it to them in such a way that they all agreed with him except Seward and Smith. Seward still thought that Abe was just a yokel who needed to be kidded and kept in line while he, Seward, saved the country. And that day Abe ordered that relief be sent to Fort Sumpter and two days later he ordered relief for Fort Pickens (Fla.). With the last order he sent a mouth to ear message to Gen. Scott saying, "This thing has got to be done — don't fail." Seward got a streak of saffron up his back and it turned to brass. Why that guy had more brass than a governor's cuspidor, no fooling. He had the nerve to say to Abe in a letter, "We have no policy. We must change the question before the people. We should start a war against Spain and France." Can you tie that? We hadn't lost anything in Europe, they didn't even owe us anything then, and there was only one question before the American people. Seward was hollering up a rain spout. But Abe put him in his place, gently but firmly, and we must note that Seward finally snapped out of it and realized that Abe knew his oil and he acknowledged his master. He said, "Executive force and vigor are Page 160 rare qualities. The president is the best of us," meaning the whole cabinet. On April 9 of '61 the expedition ordered by Abe sailed from New York to relieve Fort Sumpter. The day before the governor of South Carolina had re- ceived notification from Abe that he would try to get groceries into the boys holding the fort. The South was watching Abe's every move to see just how much of that "hold-possess" stuff he meant, and so when he informed the governor that he was going to nourish the bucks, an order to capture the fort was given. The bombardment of the fort began at 4:30 a. m. on the morning of April 12. All that day rumors and private telegrams came to Abe, telling of the attack and Maj. Anderson's heroic defense. At dusk there was no doubt. Night was falling and so was the fort. It had come — the South was the ag- gressor. It meant war, nothing else. The South had cracked the volcano by deliberately knocking off a small force of hungry men. Northerners and Southerners in congress and in private life started pouring into the White House as the news of the bombardment spread and for everyone Abe had this question — "Will your state support me with mili- tary power?" The way that bombardment presented itself to Abe is set forth clearly in his message to congress, when he could corral 'em. "The assault upon and the reduction of Fort Sumpter was in no sense a matter of self defense on the part of the assailants. They well knew that the garrison in the fort could by no possibility commit aggression upon them. They knew — they were expressly notified — that the giving of bread to the few brave and hungry Page 161 men of the garrison was all which would on that occasion be attempted. They knew this govern- ment desired to keep the garrison in the fort, not to assault them, but merely to maintain visible pos- session and thus to preserve the Union from im- mediate and actual dissolution, trusting as herein- before stated, to time, discussion, and the ballot box for final adjustment; and they assailed and reduced the fort for precisely the reverse object — to drive out the visible authority of the Federal Union and thus force it to immediate dissolution. "And this issue embraces more than the fate of these United States. It presents to the whole fam- ily of man the question whether a constitutional re- public or democracy — a government of the people by the same people — can or cannot maintain its ter- ritorial integrity against its own domestic foes." So viewing the issue, no choice was left but to call out the war power of the government; and so resist force employed for its destruction by force for its preservation. On April 15 he asked for 75,000 soldiers and the North like a man said, "Here we come. Look out, South." State after state started raising its quota. The North was getting ready. Page 162 CHAPTER 47 The Union takes it on the nose HE North resounded to the tread of marching men. States poured out doughboys. In the first burst of enthusiasm it was a pipe to get men. Kids of 12 ran away to join. Birds who were suspected of being Southern sympathizers were hooted off the streets of the North. The fall of Fort Sumpter had made a living Union of the North. The North was glad the tension was over, glad that war had come. Too many years they had been on the brink, poised for a nose dive. Hatred needed a bath of blood and it was going to get it. For too many years the North and South had been ready to rip the hearts out of each other, and compromise after compromise had held the struggle in check. Now it had come and the North and South both seemed glad. The South coagulated tightly, too. Now it was all for the Confederacy. Both Carolinas, Virginia, Tennessee, Kentucky and Missouri refused Abe's calls for troops. In Virginia a convention was in session. When the fort fell, the lawmakers voted to pull out of the Union on the dot. The vote came on April 17 and the next day the government arsenal at Harpers Ferry was seized by Virginia militia, and the Southern Confederacy at Montgomery, Alabama was wired, "Virginia is in." The lines of hostility had reached to the very borders of the nation's big Page 163 law and executive offices, Washington itself. The bluffs across the Potomac, now getting a new dress of spring green, the bluffs on which Abe rested his optics every morning looking out from the White House window — no longer belonged to the Union. They were in the hands of the enemy. With the news that Virginia had given the Union a kick in the pants, rumors that the South was to seize Washington itself filled the capital. There were just 2,500 armed men in Washington. Regi- ments were on their way from Pennsylvania and Massachusetts, but nobody knew when they would get there. Women and children were shipped out of Washington, sent further away from the line of hostilities, and an effort to defend the city was made. When the women were grabbing their bags to beat it, they came to Mrs. Lincoln and said, "Molly, old girl, you'd better take the boys and shag out of town. There's going to be some shooting. You'd better take it on the lam to the North." Molly said, "How do you get that way? What do you take me for, a cry baby? I am as safe as Abe and I shall not leave him." And Molly wouldn't leave, either. Washhouse rumors had it that Jeff Davis with 15,000 men was marching on Washington. Northern troops were due, but slow getting there. One regi- ment got in after a brawl in coming through Balti- more. Marylanders told Abe he couldn't bring troops through their state. He told them to g/o sit on tacks. The Union had to be protected. Bridges were cut and telegraph wires torn down. Tough times these. Page 164 But eventually the troops got in, building their own bridges as they marched. "Atta boy, atta boy," Abe cried as the men, tired, dirty and fagged out, ankled into Pennsylvania ave. It soon became apparent that this was no push- over. The South was raising a great army. The North would need a greater one. Abe increased the regular army and called for three year enlistments. So fast did the young bloods leap to the colors that by July 1 there were 310,000 men under the com- mand of the secretary of war, so many that they didn't know how to feed 'em and get 'em hob nail shoes and arms. Rifles, rifles — there were no rifles to speak of. The South had copped a flock and the South was buying more in Europe, but the North wasn't get- ting the small bores fast enough. The manufacturers started the old profiteering game — the old army game — and were actually selling arms to the South. There was something very putrid in Denmark, as the crack goes. Washington was one big camp. And it wasn't long until the rookies knew they had one real friend in the world — Abe Lincoln. He won the name, "Father of the army." The enlisted men loved him. The Federal troops made a couple of sallies into the enemy camp and smacked 'em for a loss. The North went wild and hollered, "On to Richmond." But the Union generals refused to start driving yet. They cried the blues about their army> saying it was of a rare green shade and needed seasoning. Abe said, "Well, I reckon the Southern troops aren't sugar cured yet, either." But he listened to the gen- erals and let 'em have their way. Page 165 Those insignificant victories were just about all the Union managed to cop for a deuce of a long time. The first big battle of the war, the battle of Bull Run, July 21, saw a big Union army knocked for a row of Chinese pagodas. An alibi artist tried to ex- plain the whipping to Abe, but he said, "I don't want post mortems. I want action. I want to win this war as fast and with as little bloodshed as possible." So he went into executive session with himself to dope out a plan. Congress, scared to a pickle shade at the un- expected wallop, voted men and money as fast as Abe asked for them. Abe's most serious problem at the moment was to regain the confidence of the Union. Popular opinion is always a fickle thing — ready to do a hero worship act for a winner and ready to boo and hiss a loser. To help recapture the confidence Abe called in George B. McClellan and said, "Georgie, you are the boy to take hold of this man's army, whip the rook- ies into shape." It looked like a smart move on Abe's part. Mac was a Pointer and a popular bird for some military stuff he had pulled in West Virginia. He was the hero of the day. But if you ask me, Mac turned out to be a gold brick. Abe had the toughest luck with generals early in the war that any commander-in- chief ever had to put up with. Johnnie C. Fremont, the first Republican candi- date for president, a regular army general, a path- finder of old, a brave geezer, was put in as big shot of the western army and he also turned sour, went haywire and otherwise got monkey wrenches into the machinery. Johnnie suffered from the Napoleon Page 166 complex, thought he was bigger than the world, and Abe had to cut him down to a walk before it had got too bad. And things kept getting no better fast with the Army of the Potomac, too. McClellan's dome suf- fered from a severe case of swelling. His bonnet wouldn't fit. He started knocking Abe at every turn, refused to take the commander-in-chief into the know, and whenever Abe offered a little sug- gestion he said, "Rotten. You don't know anything about running an army." The news hounds got hep to this and said, "Abe, you ought to trim that boy down to his natural size." But Abe only answered, "It does look like he's putting on the altitudinous millinery, but it's a battle I want from him — success, not deference." But what he got was neither. The people who had ballyhooed for Mac as the salvation of the army got fed up on his stalling and started putting him on the pan. He figured he would pull a grandstand play and regain the applause, but what he did actu- ally was to pull an ivory and get in worse. The Rebs had been advancing further along the front, bring- ing up gats and go-getters while Mac whistled. At last he ordered Gen. Stone to pull a raid on Lees- burg on the Virginia side of the Potomac. The bat- tle is known as the flop at Puffs Ball and it was a riot. Half of congress went out to see the big Union gang mop up on the smaller Reb detachment. When the boys in Gray started taking the boys in Blue, the congressmen almost died of heart failure and they broke many legs in tearing for the rear. Abe, of course, had to suffer the criticism for this de- feat, too. Page 167 THIS BRINGS US TO 48 Gloona and despair OST battles were not the only bad breaks the Union got. The government was taking an awful trimming from the manufacturers of shoes, blankets, canned willy, etc. Cameron, Abe's secretary of war, was practically charged with getting his out of the game of gyp the government, but Abe didn't believe that Cammy was guilty. However, he saw that he was a dud as a secretary if he couldn't handle his end better than that; therefore Abe looked for a way out. He didn't want to slip him the glistening tinware and make the country believe absolutely that Cam- my was crooked, but he wanted him out, so when Cameron, feeling blue, said to Abe, "This is a tough job; I wish I were not in it," Abe said, "Boy, that's fixed for you. You are no longer secretary of war. No, sir, instead you are ambassador to Russia." The job then was to pick a bird for the job who would not let anything be put over on him, a smart operator who could make the manufacturers come clean, a man who could direct organization. Who would he pick? The country held its breath won- dering. When Abe picked him he stuck one more feather in his cap and got a gold star for being a big- ger, better man than most humans. The choice showed Abe was thinking of the cause and not of himself. Why? Because he picked a bird who had Page 168 been panning him for years, a man who had said every mean thing he could think of against Lincoln. And Abe picked him because he had brains enough to fill the job and was the best man in the country for it, and for no other reason. He picked Edwin M. Stanton, a lawyer, a big time barrister, a genius at law, but a guy with an ingrowing disposition, snooty and sarcastic, but, nevertheless, a man who was there when it came to doing his duty. And even after he was in the cabinet for a time he kept passing Abe the razz. Here is what one gazabo wrote of Stanton: "The most disagreeable thing about him was the extreme virulence with which he abused the president, the administration, and the Republican party. He never spoke of the president in any other way than the 'original goril- la,' and often said that Du Challu was a fool to go all the way to Africa in search of what he could so easily have found at Springfield, Illinois. Nothing could have been more bitter than his words and manner always when speaking of the administra- tion and the Republican party." Still McClellan got nowhere with his army and the country was getting more disgusted and Abe was getting more worried. At last he decided Mac had to put over a big push and issued orders that Mac concentrate the army and capture Manassas Junction. Mac didn't even budge then. And while Abe was being kept in a terrible stew over the na- tional situation, another sorrow hit him that nearly knocked him for a complete fade out. It was the saddest thing that had happened so far in his life that had been filled with sorrow. It was a worse Page 169 blow, I guess, than the death of Ann Rutledge. Willie Lincoln, his beloved Willie, took sick. Abe shared with the nurse the nightly vigils at the bedside. Abe spent hours and hours with him and when he passed on into the big beyond Abe was almost prostrate with grief. Many feared that it would result in a complete break down of Abe's great physical strength, but he tried to stick at his job, the biggest and toughest in the world at the moment. Two days after the funeral he held a cabinet meeting and talked with reporters. Abe had always been familiar with the Bible, never denied a Supreme Being ; all his most serious utterances were touched by a belief in God, but he had never been religious. He had never joined a church. He had been satisfied to rely on his own mind and heart for help in all emergencies and situ- ations. After the death of his son, it seems he strove very hard to find relief in Christianity. He felt that he could not support himself without help from God. From this time on he was seen more fre- quently with a Bible in his hand and it was known that he prayed often. From the time he had tossed his hat in the ring he had been thinking of emancipation of the blacks, trying to solve the problem without confiscating property, without endangering the Union. Now he thought he had hit on the right scheme — compen- sated emancipation. He wanted congress to buy the slaves in the border states that were still sticking with the Union and put up jack to send them to Haiti or provide a colony for them. The plan made the anti-slavery factions of the north happy, but the border states wouldn't sail for it. This, however, Page 170 was the first break from the government at freeing the slaves, and congress immediately wiped out slavery in Washington, D. C. Gen. Dave Hunter, who was in command of the department of the South, got hot hands, couldn't wait, and declared all the slaves in Georgia, Florida and South Carolina to be free. This riled Abe for he was trying to do it legally; pay for the slaves; and his first object now was to save the Union. Smashing slavery he knew would come when the Union was preserved. So Abe shoved Dave's fast order in the ash can and thereby collected some more hard knocks from the galoots of the North who didn't see that Abe was working it out right. What they wanted was speed and not so much direction. Abe didn't crack under the razz, however, cruel as it was. His only answer was, "I am trying to do what is right and best and with God's help I'll do just that." While Republicans were heaping bitter words on Abe's head, McClellan started his long put off move on Richmond; and if he had hit like a half- back and done something, everything would have been hotsi totsi, but Mac flivved again. He wasn't good enough for Bobbie Lee and Stonewall Jackson. Not half good enough. They took his measure and popped him. The details of this terrible lacing are tpo gruesome to tell about. What is more terrible than brother tearing the heart out of brother? By fast marching, Stonewall bowled over three divisions of McClellan's boys in the Shenandoah valley; then he dashed toward Washington, throw- ing a swell scare into the politicians. After giving Washington the creeps, Stony turned and raced for Page 171 Richmond to reinforce Bob Lee, the greatest of all Confederate generals — one of the great generals of all time. McClellan pushed on and had a go at Richmond in what is called the "Seven Days" battle. More than 16,000 Union men were butchered before the last engagement of the campaign ended in defeat on July 1, and Richmond was further than ever from being taken. Mac started crying the blues and offer- ing alibis in a bitter message to Abe. He said, "The government has not sustained the army. I tell you plainly that I owe no thanks to you or to any per- son in Washington if I save the army now." With things in such a miserable shape, Abe was driving on, working day and night. A friend asked, "Abe, do you never despair of saving our country?" and Abe answered, "I am as nearly inconsolable as I can be and still live, but there's nothing to do but keep fighting. We are right. We must win." The country was broken hearted and in despair. The war department had felt certain when Mac stated in April that he could take this big army and mop up on the South. There was nothing to do but cry for help from the country, get more men, more gats and keep try- ing. Abe issued a call for 300,000 more men, but this time the north didn't start pouring the men in. They called the army "McClellan's trap." Mac hadn't won a fight that amounted to a row of Mexican jumping beans. The North felt like sending 300,000 more men into such a trap was just a waste of good men, but even so, they started raising them. Not, how- ever, with the old pepper shown when the first call went out. Page 172 THE DIVISION IS 49 Off conic the ankle irons— Grant HAT the time was about ripe to free the slaves was Abe's conclusion. All by himself he worked out an emancipation proclamation, then studied it day and night without letting anyone in on the idea. When he figured he had it pat, he sprung it on his cabinet. To his cabinet he said, "I'm going to free the slaves," and he read his paper. The meeting was on July 22 in the year '62. The verdict was that "On January 1, 1863, any person held as a slave in a state where the constitutional authority of the Federal government is being violated is thenceforward free." The proclamation didn't aim at the border states that were serving the Union. Abe meant to pay the slave holders in these territories. The cabinet was knocked off its pins. It hadn't expected anything so sweeping. But Seward stuck in a bright idea. He said, "Abe, that is the right dope, but this is a bum time to put it on the spot. It'll look like a cry from a whipped Union, a cry to Ethiopia for help. What we should do is have the proclamation look like an order from a strong gov- ernment." Abe scratched his head and thought, "Seward, at last you've used the bean." Then he said, "Secre- tary, you hit the ten-penny on the head with that blow and you win. I'll wait." While the papers of the North cursed and swore Page 173 at Abe for not freeing the slaves, he carried that proclamation in his jeans waiting for a victory so that he could issue it. Horace Greeley, the wet smack editor of New York, was especially virulent against Abraham. Preachers came in herds to de- mand a proclamation, but Abe would not give in. He knew in his heart he was going to free the slaves when he thought it best for the Union, and not a minute before. While he waited and prayed for a victory, Mac took it on the button again in the battle of Bull Run. It began to look like soft picking to Bobby Lee and he moved nearer Washington. Then McClellan at last mustered some real courage, and when Lee slid up Antietam creek he put over a half hearted win against him with the aid of several sterling generals and the north took a little heart once more. The victory was half baked. Mac didn't follow it up and wash out the Confeder- ate army as he might have done; but it was a change, anyway, and Abe said to his cabinet, "The time has come. I wish it were better. When the Rebs were at Fredericks I determind to issue this proclamation as soon as we shagged them out of Maryland. I said nothing to anyone, but I made that promise to myself (here he hesitated a little) and to my Maker. Now I am going to fulfill that promise. I am not asking your advice on the matter. I know there are plenty of folks who can do things better than I can, but there is no way I can stick anybody else in my shoes. I am here; I must do the best I can and bear the responsibility of taking the course which I feel I ought to take." Page 174 The emancipation proclamation appeared in the news sheets the next day. There was plenty rejoicing in the North, but some birds doubted that Abe would go through with the proclamation. They didn't know Abe, that's all. On New Year's Day he slapped his John Henry on it and it became a law. Abe had at last decreed what he wanted to de- cree; had done what he had longed to do since the time, when as a boy of 19 he had taken a flat boat loaded with pork and potatoes down the river to New Orleans, where he had seen the slave markets, the slave barges loaded with black cargo; seen tiny pickaninnies snatched from their screaming mothers to be sold apart. McClellan muffed another opportunity and Abe at last decided he would have to give him his walk- ing papers. But he had no general who had showed anything much. Burnsides was finally picked and he promptly stepped into a trap Bob Lee laid for him at Fredericks and lost ten for one. The slaugh- ter, as the Union men charged up the heights, was terrific. Abe broke down and cried like a baby when he got the story of that butchery. Abe had told Burnie that his plans looked like suicide, but the general was in command and Abe let him try the stunt that he had said would put a terrific crimp in the South. Instead it nearly wrecked the North. The country mourned, and so did Abraham. Every death was like another red hot iron searing his heart. The great sympathetic Abraham was bowed down so low with the appalling news that it looked for a few hours as if he wouldn't snap out of it. Abe's faith in Burnside went glimmering. Burnie Page 175 was just one more flop and Abe ordered Burnie to lay off of the next stunt he had planned. Abe was afraid it would end like this one had. And then Gen. Halleck showed the white feather. Abe asked him to take over the job of general-in-chief and give his opinion on Burnie's new plan. But Halleck said, "Nothing doing. I don't want the job and I don't want to advise on this situation." Abe next tried Hooker, a five-minute egg, but a man with heart and courage, and loyal as the day is long. But Hook, too, went haywire and lost an appalling number of men in the battle of the Wilder- ness. Lee and Jackson were too clever for him. This was one of the bloodiest battles of the war and probably would have resulted in complete extinc- tion of the Army of the Potomac, but a sad thing happened for the South. Stonewall Jackson was ac- cidentally shot and killed by his own men. Without Stoney to lay the plans, Hooks managed to escape with the remnants of his doughboys. Hook had started out with 125,000 men and lost 17,000 in killed and wounded and got no place; but the death of Stoney was a big break for the Union. Hook was out and Abe was desperate. He had to have a gen- eral and have one quick. The Rebels were on his heels. Abe slammed Meade into the job and on the first day of July 1863, Meade and Lee crashed to- gether in the biggest battle of the war — Gettysburg. It was the turning point in the war. The Union army knocked the Rebels for several loops and cap- tured many prisoners. The loss was 23,000 men in doing it, though. It came in time for the North to celebrate the Fourth of July and it wasn't the only cause for celebration. Gen. Ulysses S. Grant had Page 176 just taken Vicksburg and he wasted no men and no words in taking it. "Unconditional surrender is all I want out of you," he had said. And so his initials stood for a lot of things — U. S. (Unconditional Sur- render) (United States) and most of all, his middle name was sockem. This battle had made the "Father of Waters" wide open for the Union. And the victory split the Confederacy in twain. Abe had been tuning in on the Gettysburg affair and he was all hyped up. He was on the sidelines rooting, "Get 'em, Meade, get 'em. Go on now and finish the war," but Meade fell down on his nose, too. He didn't follow up and put the winning smash across at all. This failure disgusted Abe plenty. He still needed a finisher. Abe had been getting the dope on U. S. Grant, too, and he said to himself, "Now, there is a boy who got in there with- out urging, and when he gets in he mops up. He is the guy I need to end this horrible fraternal war." But do you think the country raised shouts of joy when Abe called Uly in? Not by a jug full. Big men, generals, church societies and luncheon clubs started crabbing the act. They all howled Uly down, saying "Why, it is reported that he drinks." When they came to Abe with that charge, say- ing, "Grant drinks liquor. He will never do," Abe answered, "Is that so? Well, well. Can you tell me what kind of liquor he drinks? I would like to get a barrel for each one of my other generals. No, good people, I can't spare that man. He fights." Abe forced congress to raise the rank of U. S. to lieutenant general and Abe said to him, "Your job now is to run the whole shooting works, take Richmond and end this war." Page 177 Uly said, "Give me the men and I'll do it." Then Grant went to his new post, stuck a big black cigar in his map, scratched a match on his breeches and turned on the think juice. "Bagging Richmond is a swell play. It's like rolling eleven a couple of times. Richmond is the head of the rebellion. Cut off the head of a snake and it's dead, but it still wiggles. Now, me, I'm for fixing this Confederacy so there isn't a wiggle in it. The thing to do is pluck out the heart as well. Now, what is the heart? — Atlanta, Georgia. With that boy, Sherman down in my old job we can give At- lanta the squeeze at the same time we are putting Richmond in the bag, and then Sherman can hot foot it across country from Atlanta to Richmond and stretch out the snake so it'll never squirm an- other squirm." Uly was planning to end the conflict instead of letting it drag. It would cost men's lives, thousands of lives, and he knew it, but Uly was one of these tough birds who said, "Spend 'em now and end it. It'll beat the losing of 'em in driblets from now on until Heavens only knows when." Uly had more than a million men, 4,000 big guns, and 600 battleships. He pulled his whiskers and looked at all this in his mind's eye and it looked pretty good. But then he contemplated the vast distances. Those million soldiers were scattered all along the long line. Up to that minute in history it was probably the longest battle line the world had ever seen. Uly said to himself, "We have to close that in, squeeze 'em." So he prepared to put the South in a wine press, squeeze all the juice out of it. The real squeeze play didn't start until May, 1864. Page 178 HALF A CENTURY Sherman, Farragut and Providence HILE Grant was making his plans and reorganizing the army, a presidential year slipped upon the coun- try. Would Abraham be put back in there. The draft had made a million men sore at him. The North was seething with anger because Abe hadn't said "presto chango" and tucked the war in his pocket, turning all the slaves free at one fell swoop and called it a day. Horace Greeley was determined that Abe be shoved in the dust. Early in '63 Horace had started out to get Abe. He had framed a gang of Republi- cans to have Abe ousted before he finished his first term and then run Gen. Rosencrans for the big job. Rosy was on the square, however. He told the dele- gation that tried to rib him into the deal to take a ride on a galloping goose. He said, "Do I look like a guy who would throw the president down? No, sir, not on your old daguerreotype. My job is here in the field. The country gave me my military edu- cation and it has a right to my military services." (He was going big in the field, too.) Rosy ended his speech by saying, "You can tell that big shot, Horace, that he is full of canal juice and all wet in his estimate of Abe Lincoln. Time will prove what I say. Time will show that Abe was the greatest man of the age. Put that in your harmonica and play it." Page 179 I guess Rosy had been dropped on his head as an infant. Abe knew the radicals who were laying for him to sock him with a sandbag and so a flock of his friends loyal to him rallied around and said, "Abe, do something to kid these radicals back into the party. We need them on our side or we're sunk." "Never," said Abraham. "Never, I am doing just exactly what I think is right and that is what I am going to do no matter what transpires — comes trouble for me — too bad — comes the tinware — too bad. But I can only do what I think is right. If I lose all my friends it will hurt me. Yes, it will hurt. But if I lose my own friendship, that will kill me. I have to do what I think is right." Copperheads tried all sorts of stunts to get Abe whipped. But Abe stuck by his guns, did just what he thought was right and he had a great backing in the rank and file of the army. These bucks loved Abe, most of them, at any rate. They knew his great heart. They knew how many men he had saved from swinging because they had buck fever in the face of the enemy. They knew how he felt — each soldier in the great army was a son to him. Let's have a short peek at the sort of thing that made the soldiers love him. Ida Tarbell tells 'em in her book. A Pittsburgh boy had been ill with a fever for a long time. He had enlisted at 17 and after getting over the fever was almost dying of homesickness. Abe knew what a feeling like that was. The boy couldn't get a furlough, but he slipped into the White House one day and saw Abe. He told him how he felt and Abe grabbed a card and wrote an Page 180 order to the secretary of war. The boy got his fur- lough. Many soldiers waylaid Abe as he was pass- ing between the White House and the war depart- ment. One day a negro boy stopped him and poured out a pitiful story. One leg had been shot off and the negro was hungry, starving. Abe wrote him a check for five bucks. It read, "Pay to colored man with one leg $5.00," and the negro cashed it. Here is an incident that has a hot human appeal. A gent named Swan tells it. He said that he was with an- other bimbo and they were beating it for the war de- partment one day when they lamped Abe walking just ahead of them. They also saw a buck private coming toward him, cussing at the top of his lungs. He was red hot and just ready to burst into flames. He was calling the government everything mean he could reel off the tongue, and as for Abraham Linc- oln, he was the lowest skunk in existence. The names he called Abe would burn out the transmit- ter. Abe heard it all and stopped the buck — "What's the matter, boy?" he asked. "You seem to be a lit- tle displeased." "Displeased, why, blankety- blank,'* ! ! ! etc.," the buck said, "I've been discharged and I can't get my pay." "Well, now, that's too bad," Abe said, "Have you got your papers with you?" "Sure, blank, blank, Abe Lincoln, the old blank, blank." "Well, let me take a peek at your papers," Abe said, "I used to practice law in a small way and may- be I can help you some." The soldier passed over the papers. Abe took a look at them, saw they were in order and wrote a line on the back of one of them, then said, "Now, you take these to Mr. Potts, chief Page 181 clerk of the war department and he will doubtless attend to the matter at once." Whereupon Abe walked on to the war department. Now, Sw^n and his friend had ducked behind some shrubbery to see and hear all this, and as soon as Abe got away they stepped out and called to the buck. He came to them and Swan asked, "Do you know who you were talking to just now?" The buck answered, "Some ugly old man who said he was a lawyer." Swan asked to look at the papers and he saw this line scribbled on one: "Mr. Potts, attend to this man's case at once and see that he gets his pay. A. L." Swan said, "Come with me, we'll see if Potts knows who this A. L. is." Potts broke his neck in getting the paper work done and giving the buck his pay, and then they told him that the ugly old man who said he was a lawyer was none other than the president of the U. S. A. The private couldn't make up his mind whether he was sorry or glad that he cussed Abe Lincoln to his face. In his personal relations with the bucks and rooks, top kicks and generals, the thing that caused greatest sorrow to Abe excepting only the load of men killed in battle, was the necessity of punishing soldiers. You can't get a gang of more than a million together in war time and have them all pure and holy. Nor can you have them all brave and loyal. Plenty of Union soldiers went A. W. O. L.; plenty went over the hill ; plenty deserted in the face of the enemy; some actually went over to the enemy and peddled news. The only thing to do to a de- serter in the face of the enemy is bump him off when you get him, and the Union generals were not slow Page 182 in giving the sentence to fill those deserting babies with a couple rounds of bullets, nor were they loath to give 'em eight feet of hemp. Oh, how Abe hated to permit an execution. He saved hundreds of bucks from paying the penalty. Actually hundreds he kept from dancing on the air or from tasting the lead of a firing squad. Whenever Abe could find any cause for clemency he stopped the executions ; and no mat- ter what else he was doing, he would take time to examine the merits of a case where a youth was about to get the rope. Abe saw reason for clemency that the tough cookies in the field couldn't see. Abe knew about the copperheads, a snaky or- ganization that was boring in from underneath, a mob of Northerners who were presumably loyal but who were trying to stop the war by making men re- fuse to fight; by getting youths who were lonesome and homesick to desert; and when one of these young men had been got to by a serpent and made to desert, Abe would save his neck. Once he said, "Must I shoot a simple minded soldier boy who de- serts, while I must not touch a hair of a wily agi- tator who induces him to desert? Not so as you can tell it. I think that in such a case to silence the agi- tator and save the boy is not only constitutional but withal a great mercy." Mercy, mercy, justice ! The hundreds he saved from execution are told about in telegrams on file at the war department. Scores of telegrams written in Abe's own handwrit- ing asking about cases or suspending execution alto- gether are there, and many times Abe made his gen- erals boil up and run over because he stuck his nose in to save these deserters. These telegrams show so Page 183 that all the world can see the great heart of Abra- ham and his willingness to take pains and time and trouble to prevent an injustice or soothe a sorrow. Once when he had pardoned a kid for beating it in the face of the enemy, Abe said, "Cowardice — yes. But I never felt sure but I might drop my gun and run away if I found myself in line of battle." Abe didn't pretend. Brave! Why that boy, Abe, had more moral bravery, more real inside fortitude than any great man I know who ever pranced up and down the pages of history, or is now pounding the pavements of life. But Abe said frankly that he didn't know but what he might drop his gat and ske- dadle. Did you ever notice this? Most of the heroes, the real, big heroes, have their congressional medals for bravery hidden in trunks. They say when you get to 'em — "Scared? I was scared to death." But, of course, their virtue was that they whipped the fear. The Republican nomination took place after U. S. Grant got going. He marched a few parasangs into the enemy country, smacked Bobbie Lee a few resounding whacks and the North was getting op- timistic again. Abe went over like a shot. Then Grant struck Petersburg. He saw it would take a long siege and a lot of men to take this town and he figured he had to take it to get Richmond. His losses had been heavy, but he had kept going. A new draft again got the North sore at Abe. It would take a whole volume alone to tell all that hap- pened, the politics and Abe's smart moves. But in the worst of it he pulled a line that did more than all the yapping of the soreheads. He said, "It ain't bright to swap horses in the middle of a stream." McClellan, the general who had gummed the Page 184 works so long early in the war, was nominated by the Democrats. They built a rotten platform of peace at any price but Mac, despite his bum plans, was no coward and he was decidedly for the Union. He might have won at that if Providence hadn't moved into the game and helped Sherman, a fight- ing fool, an old war horse of the highest rank, to smear Atlanta. Grant's plan was working. Sherman was doing his stuff. Sherman had done the impossible. He had trav- eled 300 miles from his base of supplies, had driven a big Rebel army before him, whipping it at almost every turn — had kept his lines open for that great stretch and had knocked off Atlanta, the second most important city, as far as the South was con- cerned. It was a terrific blow to the South in this fraternal war. It was the beginning of the end. Sherman had pulled a stunt that stands alone in the annals of history. Providence didn't stop with Sherman. It kissed Farragut and he came through with a win, smack- ing Mobile by the river route. The gobs had won a sweeping victory, too. When Seward got the wires telling of the wins he tossed his customary dignity into the air with his hat and ran shouting, "Atta boy, Sherman, atta boy, Farragut," to Abe when he said, "Sherman and Farragut have got a strangle hold on the South that will save the day for your administration. The elec- tion is in the sack now, Abe." And it was. Page 185 CHAPTER 51 "With Malice Toward None" OON after he was nominated, Abe made the greatest speech in the English language. School boys learn it by heart and they should. Everyone should. It is a short speech but powerful, calm and kind. The speech that Lincoln gave in dedicating the cemetery on the battle ground of Gettysburg should have calmed all passion, wiped out all hatred, but, of course, it didn't. Hatred smouldered and flared up during that campaign and many threats to murder Abe were heard. Cranks and copperheads, Southern sympa- thizers and vicious enemies muttered as the bally- hoo went on. Nevertheless Abe won in a walkaway. He skinned McClellan to a standstill. It was a happy hour for Abe for the ambition of his life was near to realization. He felt it in his bones. He knew the Union would be preserved, the slaves freed. Union victories continued. Sherman made his monumental march to the briny deep, taking Savannah just before Christmas. He wired the news to Abe as a gift from Santa Claus. The Rock of Chickamauga, old Gen. Thomas, came through with a victory at Nashville at the same time. Things were moving swiftly. To make that victory a real victory for humanity, Abe knew that an amendment to the constitution forever blot- Page 186 ting out slavery must be passed. Slavery had to be killed as dead as a pickled herring. Abe rode congress like a cowperson rides a Montana mustang until on Jan. 31, the last day of the eventful year of 1864, it was passed and Abe was happy. "That will finish the job," he said, and tossed his elongated skypiece into the atmosphere, metaphorically at least. A gang of serenaders rallied around the White House steps that night after the news of the passage had spread — and Abe came out and talked. "It is a happy day, congress has done its duty. This evil, slavery, is the root of the war, the root of hatred, and it just simply had to be rooted out and con- sumed." Another thing that held Abe's attention after his election was reconstruction. Big hearted Abraham wanted to see all the states back in the Union as speedily as possible, and he wanted them to come back without pain. Revenge? Never! There was not a single thought of vengeance in his heart. This wasn't true to many of the North. Hatred still burned in the gizzards of beaucoup babies who wanted the South to suffer. But not so Abe, and he didn't want the leaders in the rebellion punished, either. Getting them all back on the home lot as friends was what Abe wanted and his heart almost burst thinking up ways and means to get 'em in. This was before the war was over, mind you. In his annual message to congress he asked for a measure of reconstruction, one passing out absolute pardons even to leaders in the rebellion if they would kiss the Holy Book and swear to support the constitution. It also promised Page 187 protection to whole states that would establish a constitution and come back home. Clear sighted Abraham was planning to save the wreck of the South as well as save the North all he could. Far sighted Abe saw there was going to be Hades pop- ping after the war if smart measures were not taken early. If he hadn't been bumped off by a foul assassin, our reconstruction period would have had a much cleaner history. Kind, inspired Lincoln stood on the portico to take his second oath as president of the United States and this great declaration rang out: "With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widows and his orphans, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations." That most quoted of all Lincoln's utterances reveals the soul of a towering figure, towering above mere men as a mountain above a mole hill, but a meek, humble and unassuming mountain. Every act of his was in complete harmony with those words. Some weeks after taking the oath Abe said, "I'll also take a little vacation." He went to Grant's head- quarters to have a look at the army, get close to the men he loved. And on that day Bob Lee started his final push, his last effort to slam over a win. It was the beginning of his swan song, but he held on for a long time just the same. Abe was at headquarters when it started. Sherman had marched north from the sea and was moving in to help Grant take Richmond. Bat- Page 188 ties raged all over the place, but we can't prolong this brief jazzistory to tell of them. Phil Sheridan, on his hayburner, pulled some fast ones for the Union — got away with famous plays and added luster to a name that was already shining from his work in the Shennandoah valley. Abe sighed and shuddered as the blood flowed, but he said to himself, "It won't be long now," and he was right. Grant took Richmond. And how. It still echoes in the slang of the day. "Like Grant took Richmond" is a gag line with gusto in it. The grand assault on Bobbie Lee's works started on Sunday, April 2, and it was just one week later, Sunday, April 9, that Bobbie came through with his meat ax and signed the surrender orders. When the boys in blue heard that Lee had surren- dered they let out a shout that could have been heard in Africa ; they kept the whoopee up for hours. Abe went into Richmond. Black boys fell at his feet and shouted, "Bless de Lord, dis am de Mes- siah." Abe stayed in the fallen capital for two days, doping out ways of dealing with the geezers who started the rebellion. "We must be liberal," he kept telling the birds who flocked around him to urge punishment. No bitterness was in Abraham's soul. He made a firm determination to deal with all questions by the rule, "Be merciful." On the second day Abe got word that Seward had been thrown from a carriage and injured, and Abe decided it was time to rush back to his job. He just got to Washington when the news that Lee had kicked in reached him. The war was over. Abe at once ordered the draft shut off. Page 189 THE LAST CHAPTER 52 "Now he belongs to the ages" PRIL 14, 1865 was the happiest day in Abe's life. The war was over. Everything was working out fine. The cabinet was showing gumption. Slavery was certainly doomed and reconstruction was on its way. U. S. Grant and his wife were in Washington, guests of Abe and Molly. Uly wasn't there to dope out more war medicine, but to talk about smoothing things out, easing the bucks back home. On the afternoon of that day, Abe and Molly got behind their favorite oats eater and took a spin out to the beautiful country side. As they drove along, Abe leaned over, patted Molly's hand and started talking, slow and thoughtful like. "Mary, old sweetheart," he said, "We have had a hard time of it since we came to Washington, but the war is over, and with God's blessing we may hope for four years of peace and happiness, and then we will go back to Illinois and pass the rest of our lives in quiet. We have laid by some little money, and during this term we will try to save more, but shall not have enough to support us. We will go back to Illinois, and I will open a law office at Springfield or Chicago, and practice law and at least do enough to help give us a livelihood." The quote is exact. It was late in the afternoon when they got back and as he leaped out of the barouche he saw Dick Page 190 Oglesby, the governor of Illinois. Abe called, "Hey, Dick, come on back, how's the folks?" Dick came back and they sat on the portico of the White House chinning for a long time. And while they sat, the White House hired help kept calling Abe to "come and get it." The groceries were spread, but Abe was in no hurry. Finally, however, he explained to Dick that he had to go to a theater party that night and he supposed he would have to go in and get his victuals. A theater party had been made up by Molly, and Grant and his wife were to be the guests. They were going to see "Our American Cousins" at Ford's theater. Laura Keene was the star of the play and she was ending her season in Washington that night. The box had been ordered in the morning and the theater had thrown some dog to welcome Abe and Uly Grant, who was the greatest hero of the moment. The theater manager being a publicity hound — all of them are— had got it into the papers that Abe and the hero of Appomattox would be present at the show that night. The house, of course, was packed. Most of them came to see Grant, not Abe. Abe they had seen or could see almost any time there in Washington, but few had given Uly's whiskers the up and down. Abe had kidded with Dick so long that his party was late and Grant got a call to rush up North and there- fore couldn't catch the show. The play started on time, without the presi- dential party. Now here Fate barks its shins into the picture. When Grant had to be excused they discussed calling off the party. Abe didn't seem es- Page 191 pecially keen to go anyway. He was just happy, re- joicing over the end of the war. But Molly said, "Abe, we've got that box or- dered, we ought to go," and she got a Miss Harris, daughter of Sen. Ira Harris, and her boy friend, Maj. H. H. Rathbone, to take the places left vacant by Grant and his better half. When the presidential party reached the theater the show was in full swing, but on sighting Abe the orchestra struck up, "Hail to the Chief " and the actors snapped to attention until Abe and his companions made their way into the box which was draped with the flag of our country. There was loud cheering from the audience. The show went on and Abe laughed heartily at the clever crevices pulled. The cash customers split their time between watching the stage and watching the presidential box as they were still anxious to get a look at Uly. In one scene on the stage a swell looking cookie was seated on a garden bench. She swings her mop of hair to the left and sighting Lord Dundreary says, "My lord, will you kindly throw a shawl over my shoulders — there appears to be a draft in here." Now the actor who is playing the lord's role gets a hot inspiration, and instead of pulling his regular lines he looks up at Abe and says, "You are mis- taken, Miss Mary, the draft has already been stopped by order of the president." It was a smart crack, as indeed Abe had stopped the draft, and he got a big belt out of it. Abe started laughing as only he could laugh and the whole house took it up. But even as he was laughing an assassin was making his stealthy way toward the box. This Page 192 black-hearted bozo was well known in that theater, a privileged character. No one paid much attention to him. One bird, however, kept his peeper on the guy because he knew him and wondered who this thespian was chummy with in the prexy's box. The moving figure passed behind the doors that guarded the box and once inside the door he picked up a hunk of wood he had planted there. With it he bolted the exit. There was still a thin panel between him and the president. He peeked through a hole he had bored in that panel earlier in the day. Then, moving like a serpent, he eased the panel door open and stepped into the box. All eyes in the box were on the stage. No one saw him. He drew a Derringer pistol and took careful aim. A shot barked out. In an instant all was confusion. What was this? Was it in the play? Those who knew the play knew that there was no shooting in it. It was a tragedy, certainly, but where did the shot come from? Only three persons in the world knew for a certainty then. They were the three persons in the box with Abraham Lincoln. One was Molly. She screamed, a blood curdling scream of agony. She had seen Abe's head slump forward on his chest. He probably did not hear the shot for the ball entered his brain. Maj. Rathbone whirled and saw the assassin with the smoking pistol in his hand. The major grabbed him and a battle started. Booth drew a dagger and plunged it into the major, aiming for his heart. The major was too fast. He threw up his arm and caught the wound. With the other arm he tried to hold the actor, but weak Page 193 from the loss of blood which was spurting freely, he was unable to hold the fiend. Booth jumped to the balustrade of the box. Maj. Rathbone grabbed his coat, but Booth leaped from the balustrade to the stage below, jerking his coat from the major's weak grasp. Booth was an agile man, he would have made a clean, neat leap, but he was wearing spurs. One spur caught in the silk American flag that draped the box and this threw him off balance. He landed heavily on his left leg. A bone snapped, but he was up in a second. A long strip of the flag clung to his spur. Limping a little he walked to the center of the stage and faced the audience as if he were to put on a specialty. All had happened so quickly that the audience was still in the dark about it. What a love for the dramatic!! What an insane, fiendish maneuver!! There he stood, still brandishing the dagger with which he had tried to kill the major, and standing there he shouted the words — "Sic semper tyrannis (Thus always to tyrants.)" Then he turned to beat it, to race for his life. Hundreds were gasping, "Why, its John Wilkes Booth/* These hundreds still failed to realize what had caused the interruption. They did not know their president had been shot. Some, however, had grasped the situation. They realized that one pierc- ing shriek had come from Molly Lincoln. As they came to this conclusion some sat dazed for a mo- ment, then leaped over seats, starting for the stage with the cry, "Hang him! Hang him!" It was a wild scramble. The house was a milling, mad mob in a few minutes. But Booth, the dramatic actor, the lover of the spotlight, had doped all this out. He Page 194 knew a mob would be at his heels in a moment and he was too fast for them. He leaped across the stage and running to a small door that he had fixed for his exit he dashed out into the alley, climbed upon a swift horse, dug the spurs into its flanks and was away, long before the alarm could be raised out- side the theater. But most of the people in the house thought only of getting to the president's box. Miss Harris called, "Get water. Has anyone any stimulants?" And dozens called and screamed, "What is it? What's the matter?" She answered, "The president is shot." A surgeon was helped over the balustrade into the box. Then another physician came to the box. The pair lifted Abe and laid him on the floor. It was some time before they found the wound. They looked for a wound, a bullet hole, just back of the left ear. The surgeons knew then that a ball had lodged in the brain and their first efforts were to get Abe out of the theater. Men lifted him and carried him through the dress circle and down the stairs into the street. The bearers did not know where to go with their precious burden. They called "Where shall we take him?" Across the street from the showhouse was a plain, three story, brick building, a rooming house. On the steps of this house stood a man who had left the theater, bored with the play. He had seen it before and had come this night only to see Grant. This man saw the crowd gathering in front of the theater. He saw two men carrying a body. He heard the call, "Where shall we take him?" He saw a woman with flowers in her hair— Molly Lincoln. He heard someone shout, "The president Page 195 is shot" and he dashed across and said, "Bring him to my room." The president was carried up the steps and through a narrow hall and laid, still un- conscious, on the bed of a commonplace room in a down-at-the-heels rooming house, and the surgeons then started their desperate effort to save the life of the greatest man then living — perhaps the great- est, most human, most kind man who had lived for 1800 years. And while these doctors worked the news spread like the often mentioned wild fire. People ran about the streets shouting, "The presi- dent is dead, the president is dead." On the morning after the shooting, Abe passed away. Stanton, once his enemy, was beside his bed. As Abraham Lincoln breathed his last, Stanton said, "Now he belongs to the ages." On Sunday grief still hung over the Union like a black cloud. Almost every preacher in the United States made Abraham Lincoln and the assassination the subject of his sermon. Every preacher seemed inspired and never before were the churches so filled. A grief stricken nation realized that their dead president did belong to the ages. There were not fifty houses in Washington that were not draped in funeral black. On Tuesday morning the White House was opened to the public and practically the whole popu- lation of Washington was waiting at the gates. All day long the throngs surged through the east room where the body lay, and when at night the gates were locked, thousands who had waited all day still waited. The soldiers from the camps and hospitals came to see the man they had called Father Abra- ham; the negroes from hovels and shacks came to Page 196 see their emancipator; and both the soldier and the negro wept — the soldier for the father, the negro for the liberator. The funeral service in the capitol was held on Wednesday. The nation's greatest men, all of them, were there. Bishop Simpson and Dr. Gurley conducted the services. But there was only one Lincoln present — Captain Robert — the eldest son. Mrs. Lincoln was unable to attend, being over- come with grief. At 2 o'clock in the afternoon services ended and then all the bells of Washington were tolled and a cannon boomed to mark the end. The journey of the funeral train to Springfield, Illinois, resulted in demonstrations the like of which had never before been seen in the world. The dis-* play of reverence, love and grief has never been equalled. It was April 21 when the train pulled out, and not until May 3 did it reach its destination. For all the time in between thousands swarmed to see the train and stand in silence while it passed, even though it be at midnight. Other thousands came to view the coffin when the body was placed in halls along the way. Night seemed to make no difference — at every little village, hamlet, way station, throngs were on hand to pay reverence, though the train was not even to slow up. The greatest demonstrations were held in New York, Philadelphia and Chicago. On May 4, fifteen days after the funeral in Washington, the body was laid to rest in Oakland cemetery, a shaded and beautiful spot at the foot of a wooded knoll, two miles from Springfield. Here in a vault the body was placed and the body of Wil- lie Lincoln was placed beside it. Friends — hundreds Page 197 — were present. The vault remained open until, as the sun was sinking, it was closed, and these friends turned sadly toward their homes. There is no place here for the story of the na- tion's anger at the escape of Booth, no place for the story of the chase and final killing of the insane actor in a burning barn near Bowling Green, Vir- ginia, by Boston Corbett, a sergeant who disobeyed orders. There is no place to discuss the controversy over the secret burial of Booth. Let us end by saying that he was killed and buried. 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