You'll have heard about Jim.

He had a mighty quarrel with his neighbour about a hog, Jim alleging it was one of his lot and the neighbour claiming it for his.
Well, they argued and argued, and the upshot was that Jim convinced the neighbour that the hog was Jim's, and the neighbour convinced Jim that the hog was the neighbour's, and neither of them would touch that hog, and they were worse friends than ever." Mr.Curtin rose and apologised to his companion.

He had to see a man about a buggy and must leave Mr.Stanton to find his way back alone.
"Don't worry, George," said the long man.

"I'm going round your way and I'll see your friend home." As Mr.Stanton professed himself ready for bed, the little party by the stove broke up.

Lincoln fetched from a corner a dilapidated carpet-bag full of papers, and an old green umbrella, handle-less, tied with string about the middle, and having his name sewn inside in straggling letters cut out of white muslin.