At first he was very awkward, and it seemed a real labor to adjust himself to his surroundings.
He struggled for a time under a feeling of apparent diffidence and sensitiveness, and these only added to his awkwardness.
I have often seen and sympathized with Mr. Lincoln
during these moments.
When he began speaking, his voice was shrill, piping, and unpleasant.
His manner, his attitude, his dark, yellow face, wrinkled and dry, his oddity of pose, his diffident movementseverything seemed to be against him, but only for a short time.
After having arisen, he generally placed his hands behind him, the back of his left hand in the palm of his right, the thumb and fingers of his right hand clasped around the left arm at the wrist.
For a few moments he played the combination of awkwardness, sensitiveness, and diffidence.
As he proceeded he became somewhat animated, and to keep in harmony with his growing warmth his hands relaxed their grasp and fell to his side.
Presently he clasped them in front of him, interlocking his fingers, one thumb meanwhile chasing another.
His speech now requiring more emphatic utterance, his fingers unlocked and his hands fell apart.
His left arm was thrown behind, the back of his hand resting against his body, his right hand seeking his side.
By this time he had gained sufficient composure, and his real speech began.
He did not gesticulate as much with his hands as with his head.
He used the latter frequently, throwing it with vim this way and that.
This movement was a significant one when he