"To Washburne's relief, no one recognized Lincoln. But then he himself had been in a moment's doubt when Lincoln had pushed down his collar, to reveal a short, glossy black beard that entirely changed the shape—and expression of his face.
'Is it false?' Washburn stared hard. They were now standing beneath a huge poster of 'Abraham Lincoln, the President-elect. Welcome to Washington City.' The cleanshaven face of the poster was hard, even harsh-looking, while the bearded face looked weary, but amiable. To Washburne, the President-elect resembled a prosperous, down-state Illinois farmer come to market.
'No, it's real. What you might call an adornment. I had to do something useful on the train from Springfield.' Lincoln leapt to one side as two huge black women carrying a tub of pork sausage meat hurried toward the cars. Then Pinkerton motioned that they were to follow...