You ain’t no idee how people was stirred up by the news. Seemed as if everybody in the State felt about as I did. Most everybody was pretty sober about it, too. There ain’t no denyin’ that there was a lot of Democrats just like me. What Mr. Lincoln had been sayin’ for four years back had struck in and they was worried. Still I reckon the most of the Republicans was a blamed sight more uneasy than we was. They’d got so used to seein’ Douglas git everything he went after, that they thought he’d be sure to lick Lincoln now. I heard ’em talkin’ about it among themselves every now and then and sayin’, “I wisht Lincoln hadn’t done it. He ain’t had experience like Douglas. Why, Douglas’s been debatin’ fer twelve years in the United States Senate with the biggest men in the country, and he’s always come out ahead. Lincoln ain’t got a show.” You needn’t think Mr. Lincoln didn’t know how they was talkin’. He never made no mistake about himself, Mr. Lincoln didn’t. He knew he wa’n’t a big gun like Douglas. I could see he was blue as a whetstone sometimes, thinkin’ of the difference between ’em. “What’s ag’in us in this campaign, boys,” I heard him say one day, “is me. There ain’t no use denyin’ that Douglas has always been a big success and I’ve always been a flat failure. Everybody expects him to be President and always has and is actin’ accordin’. Nobody’s ever expected anything from me. I tell you we’ve got to run this campaign on principle. There ain’t nuthin’ in your candidate.” And he looked so cast down I felt plum sorry for him. But you needn’t think by that that he was shirkin’ it--no, sir, not a mite. Spite of all his blues, he’d set his teeth for a fight. One day over to the Chenery House I recollect standin’ with two or three Republicans when Mr. Lincoln come along and stopped to shake hands with a chap from up to Danville. “How’s things lookin’ up your way, Judge?” he says. “Well, Mr. Lincoln,” the Judge says, “we’re feelin’ mighty anxious about this debate of yourn with Douglas,” and the way he said it I could ’a’ kicked him. Mr. Lincoln looked at him mighty sober for a minute. “Judge,” he says, “didn’t you ever see two men gittin’ ready for a fight? Ain’t you seen one of ’em swell up his muscle and pat it and brag how he’s goin’ to knock the stuffin’ out of the other, and that other man clinchin’ his fist and settin’ his teeth and savin’ his wind. Well, sir, the other is goin’ to win the fight or die tryin’,” and with that he turns and goes off.