the train escaped entire destruction. A list of a few of them may not prove uninteresting at this point, for it was at this point that we began to realize that we were utterly helpless in the hands of these men. Frank Marsh had recovered his usual good spirits, notwithstanding the severe dressing down that he, Craig and Lee had received from the Colonel for their escapade of the last chapter, and Marsh had some reason to be in good spirits. Were we not to be on the great Jackson route, in a few short hours, and consequently at his mercy? But to return to the other railroad men who were flying about, giving orders, and consulting as to the probability of our colliding with the Swamptown express at Pohasket, or some other train somewhere else. There were of course C. K. Lord and Charles P. Craig who were almost in tears, because we were obliged to change from the “B and O Sleepers" to the comparatively crude and uncomfortable "Pullman's" there was Marsh, happy as a Mississippi pilot, astride of a snag, running around with his hands full of telegrams; there was Thomas P. Barry of the Marietta and Cincinnati railroad, otherwise known as the "Parkersburg route," who was urging on some of the officers the superiority of Cincinnati whiskey to that of Baltimore; there was Mr. C. S. Cone, Jr., General Passenger Agent of the Ohio and Mississippi road, and his friend Mr. S. Horace Goodin, both of whom accompanied us further South, and made many friends among our party; there was William Murray, who in his august person, represented

three railroads at New Orleans; J. E. Rose, Master of Transportation, Marietta and Cincinnati route; William Clements, Master of Transportation, of the Baltimore and Ohio road, who was regarded with reverence as the man under whose direction we had been almost sacrified to "time" in coming over the Alleghanies; William West of the Marietta and Cincinnati road, whose courtly demeanor when counting the detachment, was the admiration of all observers, and three or four others whose names are not at hand.

All this time the First Ohio, was standing patiently in the mud, and the boys of Ours in their dress uniforms, were forming the battalion, while everybody stood in the way. The police arrangements of the city were about as bad as the mud, but the policemen were anxious enough to do something for us. It was probably in the strength of that desire, that they would occasionally whack some inoffensive looking specimen of humanity that viewed the procession open mouthed. The First Ohio was still in the mud as we passed out of the depot and waded towards it. Colonel Hunt presented arms, and Ours went by at three-quarters speed. Then we made fast to the bank, and the First paddled by us in column of fours, in single rank. They seem to take most kindly to the column of fours in single rank all through the South. The sidewalks were literally packed with men, women and children, who were not particularly enthusiastic, but treated the men with great kindness nevertheless. After the usual formal

ities, the line of parade was taken up. The two regiments marched through Elm to Fourth Street, eastward to Vine, northward to Seventh, westward to Central avenue, northward again to Fifteenth, eastward to Elm, southward to Court, through Race to Eighth, and Walnut to Fifth. The line of march was crowded with ladies and gentlemen. At almost every corner the houses were decorated, and on a prominent point at Fourth Street, an arch was erected, bearing the words, "Welcome to the Seventy-first." After the parade, arms were staked on the Esplanade, and the battalion was entertained at dinner at the Gibson House.

This dinner at the Gibson House was rather a pleasant affair, though somewhat hurried. There were no speeches. There was no time for that sort of thing. The diningroom in the Gibson House is a spacious one, and in many ways, well fitted for a public dinner. Tables were laid in long rows, with some at right angles in one end of the room. At one of these sat Colonels Hunt and Vose in stately grandeur, neither of them daring to eat much, and both more or less famished. The men occupied the other tables and rattled the china in feeble imitation of Jenks and his motley "Krewe." There was very little time after dinner, and a portion of that was to be devoted to a parade. So everyone hurried away in quest of barbershops, cigar stores and similar institutions. A small but exceedingly select company hunted up an accident insurance office, and exclaimed in a body:

"We want to get insured!"

The clerk looked in a bewildered way at the uniforms, and shook his head sadly.

“Wha—what do you mean?" was the next shout. "When does the fight come off?"

"Oh 'come off' yourself" said an irreverent private in the rear, whereupon the clerk retired and his place was taken by a higher official, who smiled blandly at the tableau of gold lace before him.

"You want accident insurance tickets gentlemen? Certainly. I shall be obliged to charge a small increase on our regular rates, because of the circumstances you know -fast special train and all that sort of thing you know—" The tickets were procured, and the party departed very much pleased. "My wife told me the very last thing' said one of the party, to get an insurance ticket for $1,000. 'Because' said she, 'you know dear, that no one ever gets killed who is insured, and if an accident should occur, how much more pleasant it would be to think that you would be cared for!'"

The parade to the depot of Ohio and Mississippi road was almost a repetition of the march to the hotel, except that the throng of sight-seers had increased and it was almost impossible to press through, The police had evidently never seen such a thing as a military parade, and it never occured to them that the First Ohio and the Seventy-first were anything but a sort of second class circus show. We marched in column of companies and only about ten files front at that, but could not preserve the