Part 3 (1/2)
The varied amus.e.m.e.nts of the southern city that fascinated his companions did not move or detain him. One sight alone riveted his attention. A mulatto girl was on sale. She was trotted up and down like an animal. Others saw the scene without flinching. It was nothing to them; no lash on their backs. According to Herndon, the whole thing was so revolting that Lincoln moved away from the scene with a deep feeling of hate, saying to his companions, ”By G.o.d, boys, let's get away from this. If I ever get a chance to hit that thing (meaning slavery), I'll hit it hard.”[46]
[46] Herndon, 1, 67.
From that time Lincoln hated slavery with all his soul. The slave dynasty was an organized evil of national power. It dominated the actions and even the opinions of men; its whisper silenced the voice of conscience; its power dictated legislative policies, and was even known to intrude into the sanctuary of judicial tribunals. It was not a stranger in distinguished pulpits.
Lincoln was weak, helpless, unregarded. A blow from his hand would then fall impotent and unnoticed. Three courses of conduct confronted him. He might, with the majority have become an apologist of slavery, as this was the popular highway. Thus he might have gained the fame of Stephen A. Douglas, but he would not have saved the nation. He might have become an aggressive a.s.sailant of slavery. Such conduct would have made him a political outcast in New Salem. In this way, he might have won the renown of a Wendell Phillips but he would not have become the national helmsman. He was neither abolitionist nor apologist.
One other way was open. He knew his weakness. The day to strike a blow had not yet come. He held his anger and bided his hour. He would not rush, but await the time when a blow from his hand would long leave its traces on the evil. He turned back to his work and to his a.s.sociates.
Objectively, he was the same as ever, but a soul had been awakened to the crime of the ages that would not rest until the auction block should be shattered and the American soil rendered uneasy at the presence of the human auctioneer. He knew that sooner or later the occasion for action would rejoice his soul. This faith reconciled him to the sluggard march of events.
Some time in the summer of 1831, there drifted into the thriving village of New Salem one who was to add l.u.s.tre to her name. Some days later Minter Graham, the school master, was ”short of a clerk” at election.
Asking a tall stranger if he could write, he was met with the quaint reply that he could make a few rabbit marks. ”Lincoln,” says the school man, ”performed the duties with great facility, much fairness, and honesty and impartiality. This was the first public official act of his life.”[47]
[47] Lamon, 89.
Lincoln first gained prestige in New Salem through his droll stories. It was the fast road to the good will of an audience. In those days when amus.e.m.e.nt was scant it was no mean gift. It was then a kind of legal tender for a dinner or similar hospitality, and in a pioneer community popular favor is a harbinger of high honor. Lincoln found little to do until he became the chief clerk of the presuming store of Denton Offutt.
Here he rapidly won the regard of the listener and partic.i.p.ated in many discussions; here he met and talked with the people, and he made another advance in the public esteem.
Like many pioneer communities New Salem was largely dominated by a rough crowd of young men, known there as the ”Clary Grove Boys.” They were typical of the cla.s.s in Illinois that stubbornly yielded to the reign of the law. They rapidly disappeared in settled communities, but in the outlying towns, for a long time, they maintained their power.
Usually acting in unison, they were much sought by those seeking political preferment. They attended church, heard the sermon, wept and prayed, shouted, got up and fought an hour, and then went back to prayer just as the spirit moved them.[48] Rude and even cruel to the traveler, they made mercy the companion of the orphan. They had no sympathy for weakness, or patience with culture. No stranger could attain standing in their affection unless he proved his worth in the gantlet of a physical contest with one of their leaders.
[48] History of Sangamon County, 211.
The enthusiasm of Offutt for Lincoln was boundless. He declared that, ”Abe knew more than any man in the United States,” that ”he would some day be President of the United States.” All this did not disturb the boys of Clary Grove, but when he bragged ”that he could, at that present moment, outrun, whip or throw down any man in Sangamon County,” then the pride of the gang was awakened. A bet of ten dollars was made that Jack Armstrong, their leader, ”was a better man than Lincoln.” The newcomer could not well avoid a combat. In the presence of a host of sympathizers of the Clary Grove leader, the fight began. Lincoln put forth his strength and the crowd saw Armstrong's supremacy endangered. In the heat of the fray, they forgot the rules of fair fighting and broke through the ring. This angered Lincoln, and with a giant's effort, he gathered their champion in his arms and shook him like a child. Lincoln's bearing won the regard of Armstrong. He grasped the hand of the victor, proclaiming in the presence of his followers that Lincoln was the best fellow that ever broke into the settlement.[49] A wonderful friends.h.i.+p resulted. ”Whenever Lincoln worked Jack 'did his loafing'; and, when Lincoln was out of work, he spent days and weeks together at Jack's cabin, where Jack's jolly wife, 'old Hannah,' stuffed him with bread and honey, laughed at his ugliness, and loved him for his goodness.”[50]
[49] Lamon, 90-94.
[50] _Ibid._ 93-94.
This was an eventful occasion in the life of Lincoln. The humble ask little of friends.h.i.+p and give much. A lover of the law, in a single hour he became the idol of the lawless element in New Salem. From that time, they submitted to his guidance. Respect for his strength grew into admiration for his learning. Slowly and surely, the latest addition to the gang tempered its harshness. As a member, he achieved what would have been impossible as a stranger. He loved their virtues, and was gentle with their vices. So it was that, though he did not drink or smoke with them, they did not think the less of him. Lincoln did not laud his freedom from failing, so they were patient as children with him, even in his chiding. The source of his influence was sympathy, and not ability; solidity of character, not brilliancy; the simple virtues, not genius.
Lincoln was dowered with supreme physical strength. Rumor claimed that he could lift a load of a thousand pounds. This renown brought him further influence with the rougher element. He was also skilled in manual labor. A settler relates that he was the best hand at husking corn on the stalk that he ever saw. He grew in the estimate of the farmers around New Salem, in a community where agriculture was almost the sole source of wealth and prosperity.
Lincoln's boyish enthusiasm for athletic events was doubtless somewhat calmed with pa.s.sing years. As other interests dawned on him he was persuaded to concern himself with horse races and other games of chance more than his judgment advised. An admirer states, ”I got Lincoln, who was at the race, to be a judge of the race, much against his will, and after hard persuasion. Lincoln decided correctly; and the other judge said 'Lincoln is the fairest man I ever had to deal with; if Lincoln is in this country when I die, I want him to be my administrator, for he is the only man I ever met with that was wholly and unselfishly honest.'”[51]
[51] Lamon, 154.
The steamer _Talisman_ in 1832 made a trip to determine the navigability of the Sangamon. Lincoln was selected as helmsman from Beardstown to New Salem. The _Talisman_ on the return trip ”stuck” at the mill dam. Equal to the emergency, Lincoln ”rigged up” an apparatus in the presence of the entire a.s.sembly of New Salem. All were sure that he had saved the steamer. The trip was of vast worth to Lincoln. Making several speeches and shaking hands with every one, in this one week, he learned to know more people than he would have otherwise met in many months.[52]
[52] Ross, 112. Lamon, 81-83.
Lincoln was not only honest, but men trusted him. His personality pervaded the community. So a biographer states, ”I once asked Rowan Herndon what induced him to make such liberal terms in dealing with Lincoln, whom he had known for so short a time.” ”I believed that he was thoroughly honest,” was the reply, ”and that impression was so strong in me that I accepted his note in payment of the whole. He had no money, but I would have advanced him still more if he had asked for it.”[53]
[53] Herndon, 1, 98.
Lincoln was not endowed with business skill. The only failure he ever made in life was as a merchant. He had no capacity for business. His partner claimed that Lincoln could wrap himself up in a great moral question; but that in dealing with the financial and commercial interests of a community or government he was as inadequate as he was managing the economy of his own household, and that in that respect alone he always regarded Mr. Lincoln as a weak man.[54]
[54] Herndon, 1, 165-6.
Lincoln's fairness vied with his sympathy in giving him a peculiar influence over his fellowmen. He made peace a daily guest of the rude crowd. His method was novel in New Salem. A stranger, angered by the abuse of Jack Armstrong, struck him a blow that felled the giant.