Part 50 (1/2)
”THE MAN DOWN SOUTH.”
In August, 1864, a painful absorption was noticed in the President's manner, growing more and more strained and depressed. The ancient smile was fainter when it flitted over the long-drawn features, and the eyes seemed to bury themselves out of sight in the cavernous sockets, too dry for tears. These withdrawing fits were not uncommon, but they had become frequent this summer, and at the reception he had mechanically pa.s.sed the welcome and given the hand-shake. But then the abstraction became so dense that he let an old friend stand before him without a glance, much less the usual hearty greeting expected. The newcomer, alarmed, ventured to arouse him. He shook off his absence of mind, seized the hand proffered him, and, while grasping it, exclaimed as though no others were by, also staring and pained:
”Excuse me! I was thinking--thinking of a man--down South!”
He was thinking of Sherman--that military genius who ”burned his s.h.i.+ps and penetrated a hostile country,” like Cortez, and from whom no reliable news had been received while he was investing Savannah.
Lincoln had in his mind been accompanying his captain on that forlorn march--”smas.h.i.+ng things”--to the sea.
THE DISMEMBERED ”YALLER” DOG.
Toward the end of December, 1864, the news trickled in of the utter discomfiture of Confederate General Hood's army at Nashville, by General Thomas. An enthusiastic friend of the President said to him:
”There is not enough left of _Hood_ to make a dish-rag, is there?”
”Well, no, Medill; I think Hood's army is in about the identical fix of Bill Sykes' dog (the application from d.i.c.kens is noticeable as showing Lincoln's eclectic reading) down in Sangamon County. Did you never hear it?”
As a Chicago man Mr. Medill might be allowed to be ignorant of Sangamon Valley incidents.
”Well, this Bill Sykes had a long, hungry _yaller_ dog, forever getting into the neighbors' meat smokehouses, and chicken-coops, and the like. They had tried to kill it a hundred-odd times, but the dog was always too smart for them. Finally, one of them got a c.o.o.n's _innards,_ and filled it up with gunpowder, and tied a piece of punk in the nozle. When he see this dog a-coming 'round, he fired this punk, split open a corn-cake and _squoze_ the intestine inside, all nice and slab, and threw out the lot. The dog was always ravenous, and swallered the heap--kerchunk!
”Pretty soon along come an explosion--so the man said. The head of the animal lit on the stoop; the fore legs caught a-straddle of the fence; the hind legs kicked in the ditch, and the rest of the critter lay around loose. Pretty soon who should come along but Bill, and he was looking for his dog when he heard the supposed gun go off. The neighbor said, innocentlike: 'William, I guess that there is not much of that dog left to catch anybody's fowls?'
”'Well, no,' admitted Sykes; 'I see plenty of pieces, but I guess that dog _as a dog_, ain't of much account.'
”Just so, Medill, there may be fragments of Hood's army around, but I guess that army, _as an army_, ain't of much more account!”
(Joseph Medill was editor of the Chicago _Tribune;_ he was one of the coterie who claimed to have ”discovered” Abraham Lincoln, and surely added propulsion to the wave carrying him to Was.h.i.+ngton.
Another version of this anecdote is applied to the breaking up of General Early's rashly advanced army in July; but it would seem, by Mr. Medill's name, that this is the genuine; the other is not told in the Western vernacular of Mr. William Sykes.)
THE METEOROLOGICAL OMEN.
The second inauguration day was amid the usual March weather in the District of Columbia, like the fickle April in unkinder lat.i.tudes: smile and scowl. But as the President kissed the book there was a sudden parting of the clouds, and a sunburst broke in all its splendor. This is testified to by the newspaper correspondents, Frank Moore, Noah Brooks, and others. The President said next day:
”Did you notice the sun burst? It made me jump!”
DID SHE TAKE THE WINK TO HERSELF?
Miss Anna d.i.c.kinson, lecturing by invitation in the House of Representatives' Hall, alluded to the sunburst which came upon the President on inauguration day, just as he took the oath of office. The ill.u.s.trious auditor sat directly in front of the lady, so that he also faced the reporters' gallery behind her. Lincoln amiably glanced over her head, caught sight of an acquaintance among the newspaper men, and winked to him as she made the reference to the so-esteemed omen. Next day he said to this gentleman--Noah Brooks:
”I wonder if Miss d.i.c.kinson saw me wink at _you?”_