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208 •LINCOLN THE UNKNOWNhandcuffs, arranged for relays of fast horses at <strong>the</strong> proper places,bought three boats, and had <strong>the</strong>m waiting in Port TobaccoCreek, equipped with oars and rowers ready to man <strong>the</strong>m at amoment's notice.Finally, in January, 1865, he believed that <strong>the</strong> great momenthad come. <strong>Lincoln</strong> was to attend Ford's Theater on <strong>the</strong> eighteenthof that month, to see Edwin Forrest play "Jack Cade."So <strong>the</strong> rumor ran about town. And Booth heard it. So he wason hand that night with his ropes and hopes—and what happened?Nothing. <strong>Lincoln</strong> didn't appear.Two months later it was reported that <strong>Lincoln</strong> was goingto drive out of <strong>the</strong> city on a certain afternoon to attend a <strong>the</strong>atricalperformance in a near-by soldiers' encampment. So Boothand his accomplices, mounted on horses and armed with bowieknivesand revolvers, hid ina stretch of woods that <strong>the</strong> Presidentwould have to pass. But when <strong>the</strong> White House carriagerolled by, <strong>Lincoln</strong> was not in it.Thwarted again, Booth stormed about, cursing, pulling athis raven-black mustache, and striking his boots with his ridingwhip.He had had enough of this. He was not going to be frustratedany longer. If he couldn't capture <strong>Lincoln</strong>, by God, hecould kill him.A few weeks later Lee surrendered and ended <strong>the</strong> war, andBooth saw <strong>the</strong>n that <strong>the</strong>re was no longer any point in kidnapping<strong>the</strong> President; so he determined to shoot <strong>Lincoln</strong> at once.Booth did not have to wait long. The following Friday hehad a hair-cut, and <strong>the</strong>n went to Ford's Theater to get his mail.There he learned that a box had been reserved for <strong>the</strong> Presidentfor that night's performance."What!" Booth exclaimed. "Is that old scoundrel going to behere to-night?"Stage-hands were already making ready for a gala performance,draping <strong>the</strong> left-hand box with flags against a backgroundof lace, decorating it with a picture of Washington, removing<strong>the</strong> partition, doubling <strong>the</strong> space, lining it with crimson paperand putting in an unusually large walnut rocking-chair to accommodate<strong>the</strong> President's long legs.Booth bribed a stage-hand to place <strong>the</strong> chair in <strong>the</strong> preciseposition that he desired; he wanted it in <strong>the</strong> angle of <strong>the</strong> boxnearest <strong>the</strong> audience, so that no one would see him enter.Through <strong>the</strong> inner door, immediately behind <strong>the</strong> rocker, hebored a small peep-hole; <strong>the</strong>n dug a notch in <strong>the</strong> plastering

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