“Yes, sir, he used to keep things purty well stirred up on that circuit.
That time I was a speakin’ of he made Judge Davis real mad; it happened
right in court and everybody got to gigglin’ fit to kill. The Judge knew
’twas something Lincoln had said and he began to sputter.
“‘I am not going to stand this any longer, Mr. Lincoln, you’re always
disturbin’ this court with your tomfoolery. I’m goin’ to fine you. The
clerk will fine Mr. Lincoln five dollars for disorderly conduct.’ The
boys said Lincoln never said a word; he just set lookin’ down with his
hand over his mouth, tryin’ not to laugh. About a minute later the
Judge, who was always on pins and needles till he knew all the fun that
was goin’ on, called up Weldon and whispered to him, ‘What was that
Lincoln said?’ Weldon told him, and I’ll be blamed if the Judge didn’t
giggle right out loud there in court. The joke was on him then, and he
knew it, and soon as he got his face straight he said, dignified like,
‘The clerk may remit Mr. Lincoln’s fine.’
“Yes, he was a mighty cute story-teller, but he knew what he was about
tellin’ ’em. I tell you he got more arguments out of stories than he did
out of law books, and the queer part was you couldn’t answer ’em—they
just made you see it and you couldn’t get around it. I’m a Democrat, but
I’ll be blamed if I didn’t have to vote for Mr. Lincoln as President,
couldn’t help it, and it was all on account of that snake story of his’n
illustratin’ the takin’ of slavery into Kansas and Nebraska. Remember
it? I heard him tell it in a speech once.
“‘If I saw a pizen snake crawlin’ in the road,’ he says, ‘I’d kill it
with the first thing I could grab; but if I found it in bed with my
children, I’d be mighty careful how I touched it fear I’d make it bite
the children. If I found it in bed with somebody else’s children I’d let
them take care of it; but if I found somebody puttin’ a whole batch of
young snakes into an empty bed where mine or anybody’s children was
going to sleep pretty soon, I’d stop him from doin’ it if I had to fight
him.’ Perhaps he didn’t say ‘fight him,’ but somehow I always tell that
story that way because I know I would and so would he or you or anybody.
That was what it was all about when you come down to it. They was trying
to put a batch of snakes into an empty bed that folks was goin’ to sleep
in.
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