"Pour water upon me; I am burning. I shall go when the moon comes up, when the moon comes up into the shady sky. My father suffered, but he did not complain. Waubeno does not complain. Don't pity me. Pity my poor people. I love my people. Teach my people, and cover me forever with a blanket of the earth." He lay on the cool grass under the trees for several hours in terrible agony, and the people watched by his side. "When the moon rises," he said, "I shall go. I shall never see the Red Man's Paradise again. Tell me when the moon rises. I am going to sleep now." The great moon rose at last, its disk hanging like a wheel of dead gold on the verge of the horizon in the smoky air. "Waubeno," said Jasper, "the moon is rising." He opened his eyes, and said: "We kindled the fire for our fathers' sake, and I smote it for him who protected Main-Pogue. What was his name, father? Say it to me." "Lincoln." "Yes, Lincoln. He had come for revenge, but he did what was right. He forgave. I forgive everybody. I drank the fire for Lincoln's sake." The moon burned along the sky; the stars came out; and at midnight all was still. Waubeno lay dead under the trees, and the people with timid steps vanished hither and thither into the cabins and sheds. They killed the poor blind horse in the morning, and laid Waubeno to rest in a blanket, in a grave under the trees. [Illustration: LINCOLN FAMILY RECORD, Written by Abraham Lincoln in his Father's Bible. _From original in possession of C. F. Gunther, Esq., Chicago._] CHAPTER XXIV. "OUR LINCOLN IS THE MAN." Fifteen years have passed since the events described in the last chapter. It is the year 1860. A great political crisis is upon the country, and Abraham Lincoln has been selected to lead one great party of the people, because he had faith in the principle that right is might. The time came, as the Tunker had prophesied, when the people wanted a man of integrity for their leader--a man who had a heart that could be trusted. They elected him to the Legislature when he was almost a boy and had not decent clothes to wear. The young legislator walked over the prairies of Illinois to the Capitol to save the traveling fare. As a legislator he had faith that right is might, and was true to his convictions. "He has a heart that we can trust," said the people, and they sent him to Congress. He was true in Washington, as in Illinois. "He has a heart we can trust," said the people; "let us send him to the Senate." He failed of an election, but it was because his convictions of right were in advance of the public mind at the time; but he who is defeated for a principle, triumphs. The greatest victors are those who are vanquished in the cause of truth, justice, and right; for the cause lives, and they live in the cause that must prevail. Again the people wanted a leader--all the people who represented a great cause--and Illinois said to the people: