Crossing the River
“You know Father B., the old Methodist preacher? And you know Fox River and its freshets? Well, once in the presence of Father B., a young Methodist was worrying about Fox River, and expressing fears that he should be prevented from fulfilling some of his appointments by a freshet in the river. Father B. checked him in his gravest manner. Said he: ‘Young man, I have always made it a rule in my life not to cross Fox River till I get to it!’ And,’ added Mr. Lincoln, ‘I am not going to worry myself over the slavery question till I get to it.”
Francis Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, p. 240.