"Well, Jefferson, you must hunt him up, for to know such a man is an inheritance in itself, he has such gentleness and wisdom; and oh, the pathos and mournful sweetness of his speech! His knowledge of mankind, and of children most, I would never have believed any one could possess—and he so young, too"; and the lady stopped as if to conjure up anew the tall figure and melancholy face of Mr. Lincoln. "When he pleaded for his little friend, such sweetness of soul and honesty of heart shone in his face and lighted up his eyes that I know I shall never see the like of it again. Oh, you must know him, Jefferson, indeed you must!" "I am sure it will be a pleasure, after what you have said," he replied. "But what is the name of the gentleman? Surely such a man must be well known." "No, I think not, for he is only a young lawyer making his way. I inquired his name in the store as I came out, and they told me it was Abraham Lincoln. Is that it, Gilbert?" she asked, turning to me. "Yes, madam; and except for him I should have been lost, I know," I answered, remembering the desperate strait I was in when he came forward to plead my cause. "That you would; but his benignity of manner and ingenuous truthfulness of speech no one could resist. His voice, Jefferson, was filled with such sweet melancholy that I could not listen without my eyes filling with tears. Oh, I could be enthusiastic in his praise if such a thing were possible to me," the good lady concluded, with a sigh. At this reference, the gentleman’s eyes wavered for a moment and filled with mirth, but respecting her kind heart and the intuition women have of men, he answered, soberly enough: "I know Mr. Lincoln, or did at one time, for he was with General Gaines in Black Hawk’s war, and commanded a company of Illinois troops." "Indeed!" Mrs. Singleton responded. "Yes; and he was much commended, I remember, for his tact and courage." "I can well believe it; but you were yourself in that war, Jefferson?" "Yes." "Your dear wife, I remember, never tired of telling of the years of peril you passed among the Indians in this far-off country. Surely, such wisdom and courage in a mere lad would have made a great name had you stayed in the army." "It is very kind of you to say so, but I was only one of many who risked their lives similarly in the uprisings and ambuscades of the Indians." "Yet you have always been friendly inclined toward them?" "Yes, their cause has always appealed to me; nor was the danger ever sufficient to efface it from my heart." "Their wars have been so cruel, though, Jefferson."