He set his whole foot flat on the ground, and in turn lifted it all at once--not resting momentarily upon the toe as the foot rose nor upon the heel as it fell.

He never wore his shoes out at the heel and the toe, as most men do, more than at the middle.

Yet his gait was not altogether awkward, and there was manifest physical power in his step.

As he moved along thus, silent and abstracted, his thoughts dimly reflected in his sharp face, men turned to look after him as an object of sympathy as well as curiosity.

His melancholy, in the words of Mr.Herndon, '_dripped from him_ as he walked.' If, however, he met a friend in the street, and was roused by a hearty 'Good-morning, Lincoln!' he would grasp the friend's hand with one or both of his own, and with his usual expression of 'Howdy! howdy!' would detain him to hear a story; something reminded him of it; it happened in Indiana, and it must be told, for it was wonderfully pertinent.