No one who has ever attempted a description of it has overdrawn its enthusiasm and exciting scenes.
Amid all the dim and confusion, the curbstone contentions, the promiscuous wrangling of delegates, the deafening roar of the assembled hosts, the contest narrowed down to a neck-and-neck race between the brilliant statesman of Auburn and the less pretentious, but manly rail-splitter from the Sangamon bottoms.
With the proceedings of the convention the world is already well familiar.
On the first ballot Seward led, but was closely followed by Lincoln; on the second Lincoln gained amazingly; on the third the race was an even one until the dramatic change by Carter, of Ohio, when Lincoln, swinging loose, swept grandly to the front.
The cannon planted on the roof of the Wigwam belched forth a boom across the Illinois prairies.
The sound was taken up and reverberated from Maine to California.
With the nomination of Hannibal Hamlin, of Maine, the convention adjourned.
The delegates —