‘Mourning Lincoln’ Wins Book Prize

[David Lockmiller]

We had passed through a thicket of wild plum and crab trees, and stopped to water our horses, when Hardin came up alone. Where is Lincoln? we all inquired. "Oh," replied he, "when I saw him last he had caught two young birds which the wind had blown out of their nest, and he has been hunting for the nest so as to put them back."

In a short time Lincoln came up, having found the nest. The party laughed at him, but he said: "I could not have slept if I had not restored those little birds to their mother."




One day, when his anteroom was crowded with men and women seeking admission to his presence and he was unusually perplexed by official problems, a friend remarked: "Mr. President, you had better send that throng away. You are too tired to see any more people this afternoon. Have them sent away, for you will wear yourself out listening to them."

"They don't want much, and they get very little," he replied. "Each one considers his business of great importance, and I must gratify them. I know how I would feel if I were in their place."