"What kind of a looking man is he?" Abe asked.
"A big erect, splendid figure of a man. He walked like a ram at the head of his flock. As he began speaking I thought of that flash of Homer"s in the _Odyssey_:
""When his great voice went forth out of his breast and his words fell like the winter snows--not then would any mortal contend with Ulysses.""
Abe who since his story had sat with a sad face looking into the fire now leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and shook his head with interest while his gray eyes took on a look of animation. The diary speaks often of the "veil of sadness" on his face.
"He is a very great man," Abe exclaimed.
"Have you learned that last n.o.ble flight of his in the reply to Hayne as you promised?" Kelso asked.
"I have," said Abe, "and the other day when I was tramping back from Bowlin Green"s I came across a drove of cattle and stopped and gave it to them. They all let go of the gra.s.s and stood looking. By an" by the bull thought he"d stood it as long as he could an" bellered back at me."
"Good! Now stand up and let us see how you imitate the great chief of the Whig clan," said Kelso.
The lank and awkward youth rose and began to speak the lines in a high pitched voice that trembled with excitement. It lowered and steadied and rang out like n.o.ble music on a well played trumpet as the channel of his spirit filled with the mighty current of the orator"s pa.s.sion. Then, indeed, the words fell from his lips "like the winter snows."
"They shook our hearts as the wind shakes the branches of a tree," Samson writes in his diary. "The lean, bony body of the boy was transfigured and as I looked at his face in the firelight I thought it was handsome.
"Not a word was spoken for a minute after he sat down. I had got my first look at Lincoln. I had seen his soul. I think it was then I began to realize that a man was being made among us "more precious than fine gold; even a man more precious than the golden wedge of Ophir.""
The Doctor gazed in silence at the boy. Kelso sat with both hands in his pockets and his chin upon his breast looking solemnly into the fire.
"Thank you, Abe," he said in a low voice. "Something unusual has happened and I"m just a little scared."
"Why?" Abe asked.
"For fear somebody will spoil it with another hog story. I"m a little afraid of anything I can say. I would venture this, that the man Webster is a prophet. In his Plymouth address he hears receding into never returning distance the clank of chains and all the horrid din of slavery.
It will come true."
"Do you think so?" Abe asked.
"Surely--there are so many of us who hate it. These Yankees hate it and they and their children are scattering all over the midlands. Their spirit will guide the West. The love of Liberty is the salt of their blood and the marrow of their bones. Liberty means freedom for all. Wait until these babies, coming out here by the wagon load, have grown to manhood. Slavery will have to reckon with them."
"I hate it too," said Abe. "Down the Mississippi I have seen men and women sold like oxen. If I live I"m going to hit that thing on the head some day."
"Do you still want to be a lawyer?" Kelso asked.
"Yes, but sometimes I think I"d make a better blacksmith," said Abe.
"I believe you"d do better with the hammer of argument."
"If I had the education likely I would. I"m trying to make up my mind what"s best for me."
"No, you"re trying to decide what is best for your friends and your country and for the reign of law and justice and liberty."
"But I think every man acts from selfish motives," Abe insisted.
Dr. Allen demurred as follows:
"The other night you happened to remember that you had overcharged Mrs.
Peters for a jug of mola.s.ses and after you had closed the store you walked three miles to return the money which belonged to her. Why did you do it?"
"For a selfish motive," said Abe. "I believe honesty is the best policy."
"Then you took that long walk just to advertise your honesty--to induce people to call you "Honest Abe" as they have begun to do?"
"I wouldn"t want to put it that way," said Abe.
"But that"s the only way out," the Doctor insisted, "and we knowing ones would have to call you "Sordid Abe.""
"There"s a hidden Abe and you haven"t got acquainted with him yet," Kelso interposed. "We have all caught a glimpse of him to-night. He"s the Abe that loves honor and justice and humanity and their great temple of freedom that is growing up here in the new world. He loves them better than fame or fortune or life itself. I think it must have been that Abe whose voice sounded like a trumpet just now and who sent you off to Mrs.
Peters with the money. You haven"t the chance to know him that we have.
Some day you two will get acquainted."
"I don"t know how to plead to that indictment," Abe answered. "It looks so serious I shall have to take counsel."
At this moment there was a loud rap on the door. Mr. Kelso opened it and said: "h.e.l.lo, Eli! Come in."
A hairy faced, bow legged man, bent under a great pack, partly covered with bed ticking, stood in the doorway.
"h.e.l.lo, Mr. Kelso," the bearded man answered. "The poor vandering Jew has gome back ag"in--hey? I tink I haf to take de hump off my back before I gits in."
Staggering beneath his load he let it down to the ground.
"Bring in your Trojan horse and mind you do not let out its four and twenty warriors until morning. I"ll have some bread and milk for you in a minute. Gentlemen, this is my friend Eli--a wandering pioneer of trade."
"I haf a vonderful line o" goods--vonderful! vonderful!" said Eli, gesturing with both hands. "Silk an" satin! De flowers o" de prairie, de birds o" de air could not show you colors like dem. You vill fall in love. If I do not let you have dem you vill break your hearts. An" I have here one instrument dot make all kinds o" music."
"First supper--then open your Trojan horse," said Kelso.
"First I must show my goods," Eli insisted, "ant I"ll bet you take dem all--everyt"ing vat I have in dot pack an" you pay my price an" you t"ank me say "Eli, vat you have to drink?""
"I"ll bet you four bits I don"t," said Kelso.
"You are my frient; I vould not take your money like dot so easy. No! It vould not be right. These are Scotch goods, gentlemen--so rare an"
beautiful--not"ing like dem in de world."
He began to undo his pack while the little company stood around him.
"Gentlemen, you can see but you can not buy. Only my frient can have dem goods," he went on glibly as he removed the cover of the pack.
Suddenly there was a lively stir in it. To the amazement of all a beautiful girl threw aside the ticking and leaped out of the large wicker basket it had covered. With a merry laugh she threw her arms around Jack Kelso"s neck and kissed him.
The men clapped their hands in noisy merriment.
"That"s like Bim, isn"t it?" said the Doctor.
"Exactly!" Abe exclaimed.