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terms of the treatment he was receiving at the hands of Horace Greeley.
βI think Greeley,β he complained, βis not doing me right.
His conduct, I believe, savors a little of injustice.
I am a true Republican and have been tried already in the hottest part of the anti-slavery fight, and yet I find him taking up Douglas, a veritable dodger,--once a tool of the South, now its enemy,--and pushing him to the front.
He forgets that when he does that he pulls me down at the same time.
I fear Greeley's attitude will damage me with Sumner, Seward, Wilson, Phillips, and other friends in the East.β
This was said with so much of mingled sadness and earnestness that I was deeply impressed.
Lincoln was gloomy and restless the entire day. Greeley's letters were driving the enthusiasm out of him.1 He seemed unwilling to attend to any business, and finally, just before noon, left the office, going over to the United States Court room to play a game of chess with Judge Treat, and did not return again
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