"No—I suppose you'd call Abe Lincoln a saint."
Ann made no answer. She seemed just then to hear a bruised and helpless child saying: "God come, and His name's Abe Lincoln."
A BUSY SINNER
While Peter Cartwright was laboring with every honest ounce of energy in his energetic soul and body to get his fellow-men safely aboard the old ship of Zion, Abe Lincoln was finding diversions from the regular routine of store work, in kind as different as whipping a bully and feeding a baby.
The bully happened into the store one afternoon while Abe Lincoln was waiting on a couple of ladies. He had not seen the stranger before, and greeted him with his usual salutation, "Howdy, partner—come in."
It was soon evident that the stranger was on no friendly mission.
Hardly was he inside the store than he began to talk abusively and to deliver himself of an abundance of profanity.