By an' by the bull thought he'd stood it as long as he could an' bellered back at me." "Good! Now stand up and let us see how you imitate the great chief of the Whig clan," said Kelso.
The lank and awkward youth rose and began to speak the lines in a high pitched voice that trembled with excitement.

It lowered and steadied and rang out like noble music on a well played trumpet as the channel of his spirit filled with the mighty current of the orator's passion.

Then, indeed, the words fell from his lips "like the winter snows." "They shook our hearts as the wind shakes the branches of a tree," Samson writes in his diary.

"The lean, bony body of the boy was transfigured and as I looked at his face in the firelight I thought it was handsome.
"Not a word was spoken for a minute after he sat down.

I had got my first look at Lincoln.