I thought of this when I saw Webster and heard him speak at Plymouth." "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 noble 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 grass and stood looking.