“Uncle Abraham” Had Everything Ready
“You can’t do anything with them Southern fellows,” the old man at the table was saying.
“If they get whipped, they’ll retreat to them Southern swamps and bayous along with the fishes and crocodiles. You haven’t got the fish-nets made that’ll catch ’em.”
“Look here, old gentleman,” remarked President Lincoln, who was sitting alongside, “we’ve got just the nets for traitors, in the bayous or anywhere.”
“Hey? What nets?”
“Bayou-nets!” and “Uncle Abraham” pointed his joke with his fork, spearing a fishball savagely.