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 ,-Ha, Ha, Ha!

(Lincoln rolls his eyes and makes up a face.)

,—Let's have thet song o' yours about Crawford's blue nose. An' don't leave out a single pimple on the ugly old stub.

,—Ha, Ha, Ha!

(smiling),—I reckon Crawford would give me his life of Washington if he could change that nose. It was a bad thing for him when he made me work three days for him to pay for that book I had borrowed. To be sure it was hurt a good deal in the rain that beat in through the rafters by my bed, but I meant to be careful of it.

,—But a song! not the one about Crawford,—you've sung that enough; let's have the one about Jackson. We're all Jackson men here to-night.

(Lincoln sings in a queer cracked voice.)

,—Let's have "Poor Old Ned," Abe. You can do that better. (Laughter