Out of the wilderness, out of the wilderness...”
I turned in mighty late that night, yet singers were still singing, singing “Gentle Annie” and other favorites.
October 13, 1863
Before leaving for Washington, I went to my office to say good-bye to Billy Herndon. It wasn’t easy climbing that stair. It was difficult to say good-bye to my old partner and friend. I gathered up some books and papers and laid them on the big table. I stretched out on the old couch, with the buffalo robe under me.
“How long have we been working together, Billy?”
“Over sixteen years,” he replied.
“We’ve never had a cross word all that time, have we?”
He nodded.
“That’s right.”