, and I so industriously and volubly filled the air with our interminable snoring was a problem none of us could ever solve.
I was on the circuit with Lincoln
probably one-fourth of the time.
The remainder of my time was spent in Springfield
looking after the business there, but I know that life on the circuit was a gay one.
It was rich with incidents, and afforded the nomadic lawyers ample relaxation from all the irksome toil that fell to their lot. Lincoln
loved it. I suppose it would be a fair estimate to state that he spent over half the year following Judges Treat
around on the circuit.
On Saturdays the court and attorneys, if within a reasonable distance, would usually start for their homes.
Some went for a fresh supply of clothing, but the greater number went simply to spend a day of rest with their families.
The only exception was Lincoln
, who usually spent his Sundays with the loungers at the country tavern, and only went home at the end of the circuit or term of court.
“At first,” 1
relates one of his colleagues on the circuit, “we wondered at it, but soon learned to account for his strange disinclination to go home.
himself never had much to say about home, and we never felt free to comment on it. Most of us had pleasant, inviting homes, and as we struck out for them I'm sure each one of us down in our hearts had a mingled feeling of pity and sympathy for him.”
If the day was long and he was