Personal Narrative: A House Divided

A “House Divided”
It was June 14, 1858, and we were on our way to Mr.Lincoln’s house. My Dad happened to be one of Mr.Lincoln’s colleagues;therefore, he was always helping him compose his speeches. We weren’t too far from his house so we just took our horse and small wagon.
We have arrived at Mr.Lincoln’s house. It was always my job to tie up the horse so I walked round Mr.Lincoln’s house leading the horse to a post where there happened to be water and hay. As I tried tying up the horse I spotted Old Bob, Mr.Lincoln’s horse. When I was done I ran around the house back to the front door and let myself in as usual. As I entered the house I could smell the corned beef and cabbage cooking on the stove. I smelled the sweet, delectable smell
“This is what I have for now, If we could first know where we are, and whither we are tending, we could then better judge what to do, and how to do it.
We are now far into the fifth year, since a policy was initiated, with the avowed object, and confident promise, of putting an end to slavery agitation.”
“I would say to add a part about the House.”I answered remembering the things he would always tell me.. “And how the House is being broken by slavery.”
Lincoln looked at me for a long while and finally answered,“That’s it the House Divided! You are a genius!”Lincoln started to scrawl frantically immersing the pen into the ink ever so often. As he wrote I read over his shoulder. “A house divided against itself cannot stand…”
When he finished, he walked as fast a he could out the door to the show the others. In the other room, I heared more quibbling and talking then Mr.Lincoln walked back in, and told me that he was going to be back in a little bit. He walked down the stairs and told Mary that he is going to be at he’d office and that will be home
The day of Lincoln’s “House Divided” speech that I helped him write. My Father is going to took me to the Illinois Republican Convention in Springfield, where we live. We were on our way and I was so excited to hear Mr.Lincoln’s speech.
As we approached the convention my Dad helped me down out of the wagon and rode to where all the horses are. There was a commodious crowd and I could barely walk around. I saw Mr.Lincoln, and I waved, he waved back and smiled. I walk over and sat down in a seat to watch.
As I sat there and waited my Father walked up and sat beside me. We were late just by a bit, but that didn’t matter we only wanted to listen to Mr. Lincoln’s speech. We kept talking back and forth about the convention and my Dad told a couple of jokes to me. This lasted until Lincoln started to speak as he spoke I could hear all of the words I had helped with. About the house being divided and about the inalienable rights. I felt like a crusader as he spoke because I wanted these things he spoke of. The only problems started when he got to the part about slavery the whole crowd erupted in hatred and happiness. People started to yell and make comments about slavery. Mr.Lincoln kept talking though because he didn’t care. He was talking with so much prominence, no one could stop him because he ignored the crowd. He started talking louder over the crowd and still the crowd was half and half. One half cheered, but the other half shouted