So he listened to it in private, while it was being borne over the prairies on tens of thousands of lips. Did he then dream that the nations would one day sing the song of his achievements, that his death would be tolled by the bells of all lands, and his dirge fill the churches of Christendom with tears? It may have been that his destiny in dim outline rose before him, for the events of his life were hurrying. Aunt Indiana was there, and she found the Tunker. "The land o' sakes and daisies!" she said. "That we should both be here! Well, elder, I give it up! I was agin Lincoln until I heard all the people a-singin' that song; then it came over me that I was doin' just what I hadn't ought to, and I began to sing 'Old Lincoln is the man!' just as though it had been a Methody hymn written by Wesley himself." "I am glad that you have changed your mind, and that I have lived to see my prophecy, that Lincoln would become the heart of the people, fulfilled." "Elder, I tell you what let's we do." "What, my good woman?" "Let's we each get a rail, and go down before Abe's winder, and I'll sing as loud as anybody: "'Old Abram is the man! Old Abram is the man! And he'll trim her sails As he split the rails. Old Abram is the man!' I'll do it, if you will. I've been all wrong from the first. Why, even the Grigsbys are goin' to vote for him, and I'm goin' to do the right thing myself. Abe always had a human heart, and it is that which is the most human that leads off in this world." Aunt Indiana found a rail. The streets of Springfield were full of rails that the people had brought in honor of Lincoln's hard work on his father's barn in early Illinois. She also found a flag. Flags were as many as rails on this remarkable occasion. She set the flag into the top of the rail, and started for the street that led past Lincoln's door. "Come on, elder; we'll be a procession all by ourselves." The two arrived at the house where Lincoln lived, the Tunker in his buttonless gown, and Aunt Indiana with her corn-bonnet, printed shawl, rail, and flag. The procession of two came to a halt before the open window, and presently, framed in the open window, like a picture, the face of Abraham Lincoln appeared. That face lighted up as it fell upon Aunt Indiana. She made a low courtesy, and lifted the rail and the flag, and broke forth in a tone that would have led a camp-meeting: "'Our Abram is the man! Our Abram is the man! With a sturdy mate From the Pine-Tree State, Our Abram is the man!' "Elder, you sing, and we'll go over it again." Aunt Indiana waved the flag and sang the refrain again, and said: "Abe Lincoln, I'm goin' to vote for ye, though I never thought I should. But you shall have my vote with all the rest.--Lawdy sakes and daisies, elder--I forgot; I can't vote, can I? I'm just a woman. I've got all mixed up and carried away, but "'Our Abram is the man!'" [Illustration: ABRAHAM LINCOLN.