“droll story,” and locating it in “Egypt
or in Indiana
, pass it off for a purely original conception.
Every recital was followed by its “storm of laughter and chorus of cheers.”
After this had all died down, some unfortunate creature, through whose thickened skull the point had just penetrated, would break out in a guffaw, starting another wave of laughter which, growing to the proportions of a billow, would come rolling in like a veritable breaker.
I have known these story-telling jousts to continue long after midnight--in some cases till the very small hours of the morning.
I have seen Judge Treat
, who was the very impersonation of gravity itself, sit up till the last and laugh until, as he often expressed it, “he almost shook his ribs loose.”
The next day he would ascend the bench and listen to Lincoln
in a murder trial, with all the seeming severity of an English judge in wig and gown.
Amid such surroundings, a leading figure in such society, alternately reciting the latest effusion of the bar-room or mimicking the clownish antics of the negro minstrel, he who was destined to be an immortal emancipator, was steadily and unconsciously nearing the great trial of his life.
We shall see further on how this rude civilization crystallized both his logic and his wit for use in another day.
Reverting again to Mr. Lincoln
as a lawyer, it is proper to add that he detested the mechanical work of the office.
He wrote few papers — less perhaps than any other man at the bar. Such work was