Abraham Lincoln Page #5

Sit down.

You just ait right here.

I'll get your supper for you in a minute.

Billy, I feel like

the little boy who stubbed his toe.

It hurt too bad to laugh,

and he was too big to cry.

I'm fifty years old, Billy,

and a failure in everything.

If I died today,

nobody'd ever know I'd lived.

Come in.

Mr. Lincoln,

I want you to meet Mr. Pell

one of the most important

men in Eastern politics.

- I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Pell.

- I'm honored, indeed, Mr. Lincoln.

- Meet my partner, Mr, Herndon.

- How do you do, Mr. Herndon?

Happy to meet you, sir.

- Won't you sit down, gentlemen?

- Thank you.

Mr. Lincoln, your campaign against

Douglas has made you a national figure.

I'm here to ask you if you will consider

being the Republican party's candidate

for the presidency.

Did you say a failure in everything?

- A telegram for you, Mr. Fell.

- Oh thank you.

Mr. Lincoln, you know

ever since John Brown's raid,

the South has been infuriated,

the East on the verge of revolt,

and now New York

threatens to quit the Unin.

No, no New York mustn't do that.

We must keep the front door on the hinge.

There can be no secessin.

The Unin must be preserved.

The crisis is at hand, Mr. Lincoln,

and we believe you are the man.

Gentlemen,

I feel deeply grateful.

Paw, Maw says if you don't come on home,

you won't get no supper.

"I have another crisis; the soup and

the country are boiling over together!"

Maw's boiling too!

It needs deep consideratin.

Well, Mr. Lincoln,

mayn't we meet you at our hotel later?

- I'll be there within the hour?

- Thank you.

Come on, Paw, we're hungry.

They've started it.

This is gonna mean war!

This darkio saw it himself.

Brown and a gang of Abolxitionists

have captured the armory at Harper's Ferry!

They're arming the slaves

to rise up and murder us all.

They gived us all rifles.

And what'd you do with yours?

What'd I do? I trowed it down,

and I say, 'Feet, you travel'

- They can't invade Virginia.

- No!

Boys, go home and git your guns.

What's all this talk about guns?

This thing has gone far enough.

We'll be murdered

in our beds by our own slaves.

Pardon me, ladies,

while I find out about this desecratin.

- John Brown, eh?

- Abolitionists!

It's an outrage!

Outrage isn't the word.

I'll shoot on sight every Abolitionist

who dares defile the soil of old Virginia.

- Who's he?

- That's the actor, John Wilkes Booth.

He can't act

but the women don't know it.

All right, men, get your guns

and we'll meet at the square!

At the square!

Can't say much for her dispositin!

Hush! She may hear you.

Soldiers, indeed!

They can't even carry trunks.

Here you no, the stupid-looking one

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