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Title: Lincoln and the sleeping sentinel; the true story
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Chittenden, L. E. (Lucius Eugene), 1824-1900
Subjects: Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865 Scott, William, 1840?-1862
Publisher: New York, London : Harper & Brothers
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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n attracted at-tention* He was offered promotion, which,for some reason, he declined* It was a long time before he would speak 35 Lincoln and the Sleeping Sentinel of his interview with Mr. Lincoln. Onenightt when he had received a long letterfrom home, Scott opened his heart and toldEvans the story. Scott said: ** The President was the kind-est man I had ever seen; I knew him at onceby a Lincoln medal I had long worn. I wasscared at first, for I had never before talkedwith a great man. But Mr. Lincoln was soeasy with me, so gentle, that I soon forgotmy fright. He asked me all about thepeople at home, the neighbors, the farm,and where I went to school, and who myschool-mates were. Then he asked me aboutmother, and how she looked, and I was gladI could take her photograph from my bosomand show it to him. He said how thankfulI ought to be that my mother still lived, andhow, if he was in my place, he would tryto make her a proud mother, and never cause her a sorrow or a tear. I cannot 36
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LINCOLNFrom the statue by Augustus St. Gaudens, at Lincoln Park. Chicago Lincoln and the Sleeping Sentinel remember it all, btjt every word was sokind. ** He had said nothing yet about thatdreadful next morning. I thought it must bethat he was so kind-hearted that he didntlike to speak of it* But why did he say somuch about my mother, and my not causingher a sorrow or a tear, when I knew that Imust diz the next morning? But I sup-posed that was something that would haveto go unexplained, and so I determined tobrace up and tell him that I did not feel abit guilty, and ask him wouldnt he fix itso that the firing-party would not be fromour regiment! That was going to be thehardest of all—to die by the hands of mycomrades* Just as I was going to ask himthis favor he stood up, and he says to me:* My boy, stand up here and look me in theface/ I did as he bade me* * My boy, he said, * you are not going to be shot to- 37 Lincoln and the Sleeping Sentinel morrow* I believe yoa when you tell

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