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Lincoln Chosen President The Election of 1860 The Waiting-time at Springfield A Deluge of Visitors Various Impressions of the President-elect Some Queer Callers Looking over the Situation with Friends Talks about the Cabinet Thurlow Weed's Visit to Springfield The Serious Aspect of National Affairs The South in Rebellion Treason at the National Capital Lincoln's Farewell Visit to his Mother The Old Sign, "Lincoln & Herndon" The Last Day at Springfield Farewell Speech to Friends and Neighbors Off for the Capital The Journey to Washington Receptions and Speeches along the Route At Cincinnati: A Hitherto Unpublished Speech by Lincoln At Cleveland: Personal Descriptions of Mr. and Mrs.
There was nothing for us to do but to separate and await developments. It was late in the afternoon when Craig and I received a hurried message from Herndon. One of his men had just called him up over long distance from Riverledge.
Half-way up the gloomy ravine they met a man and woman coming along the narrow path. Hampton drew her aside out of their way, then spoke coldly. "Mrs. Herndon, were you seeking your lost charge? I have her here." The two passing figures halted, peering through the darkness. "Who are you?" It was the gruff voice of the man. Hampton stepped out directly in his path.
Every horror that the happenings of the previous forty-eight hours had germinated within my brain sprang into lusty being as my mind trembled upon the abyss of insanity, and Edith Herndon was the person that the legion of horrors threatened. I came to my proper senses to find that our towing trinity had called a halt.
The smile fled from his face, and his broken English nearly strangled him in his efforts to pour out enough of it to acquaint Holman of the nature of the agreement which he had entered into with Barbara Herndon. "Me only show you ring, that's all!" he cried. "You look, know little missee send me, ring mine all time. You give back." "You had better give it back to him," I cautioned.
Finally the friend protested that, true or not, no good could come of spreading this opinion abroad, and after grave reflection Lincoln promised not to utter it again for the present. Now, in 1858, having prepared his speech he read it to Herndon. Herndon questioned whether the passage on the divided house was politic.
Lincoln witnessed in New Orleans for the first time the revolting sight of men and women sold like animals Mr. Herndon says that he often heard Mr. Lincoln refer to this experience: "In New Orleans for the first time," he writes, "Lincoln beheld the true horrors of human slavery.
"What has that to do with customs reform?" "A good deal, I fear," Herndon continued. "It's part of a case that has been bothering us all summer. It's the first really big thing I've been up against and it's as ticklish a bit of business as even a veteran treasury agent could wish." Herndon looked thoughtfully at the passing crowd on the other side of the balustrade and continued.
At the appointed hour the company gathered, the supper was set out, and the bride, "bedecked in veil and silken gown, and nervously toying with the flowers in her hair," according to the graphic description of Mr. Herndon, sat in her sister's house awaiting the coming of her lover. She waited, but he came not, and soon his friends were searching the town for him. Towards morning they found him.
Nothing, however, but temporary insanity or constitutional cowardice could explain such conduct as here described. Mr. Herndon does not pretend to found his story on any personal knowledge of the affair. He was in Springfield at the time, a clerk in Speed's store, but did not have then, nor, indeed, did he ever have, any social relations with the families in which Mr.
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