The following is an excerpt from the forthcoming biography Senator Lincoln, by Falstaff G. Hockssley. As noted on the jacket, the book “documents the epic Senatorial tenure ofAmerica’s most significant slave-freeing president.”
Abe stepped off the boat at Lisbon, slipped the boatman a smooth ten-cent-piece for the speedy ride, and slid his shades out from his pocket and over his eyes. Little Johnny Wilkes hit the dock behind him, frantically shuffling pages of Abe’s poorly organized daily planner. Johnny hoped a raise might be in order after this trip; it was his keen eyeballs, after all, that spotted the June entry, 20-22, Lisbon, Portugal: Girls’ B.M.s, only three days earlier.
“Sir, what’s this about girls’ B.M.s in Lisbon this weekend?” Johnny Wilkes asked Senator Lincoln in his office after breakfast.
“B.M.s?” Abe asked. He didn’t remember anything about any B.M.s. “Let me see that…”
“Lisbon,Portugal, sir? I wasn’t aware you’d ever been out of the country, sir.” Abe ignored his assistant-boy, suddenly flooded with memories, regrets, and morning sickness.
“Goddamn! Is it time already? Has it already been twelve years?” He turned to the window, and gazed at the sky just in time to see some small birds flutter between the trees. “Pack my things, Johnny Wilkes – we’re going to Portugál.”
“Sir, I’m afraid I don’t understand,” he said as he pulled Abe’s battered favorite suitcase from the broom closet. “Isn’t this terrible timing, what with the Great Negro Silver War in full-swing and your campaign for President of These United States of America in the fast-approaching 1860 Presidential Election about to kick into high-gear!?”
Abe laughed and placed a balmy palm on his servant-boy’s shoulder. “M’boy, let the Negroes have their silver! We must tend to these sensitive matters immediately! Now put on those Big-Boy pants and let us get our moves on!” It was all Johnny Wilkes needed to hear.