 Six-year-old Abraham Lincoln wept over the demise of his pet and summer playmate. The family pig had been butchered to feed the family, as was the custom. But heartsick Abe refused to eat a bite of it. Later in life, traveling by horseback as a young lawyer, Lincoln rode past a muddy field where he saw a pig hopelessly stuck in the mire. Not wanting to spoil his new suit, Abe ignored the situation and kept on riding. Not yet two miles down the road, his conscience convicted him. So he turned back to free the squealing pig. Abe's conscience was clear.