ear the head of our class, the largest that had ever graduated there.
We had altogether 164 members—counting those turned back into it; we graduated sixty after four weary, profitless years (to me).
Then Cadmus Wilcox, Archie Botts, Dominie Wilson and Old Jack, as we now called Jackson of Virginia, traveled on together to their Virginia homes, and arriving in Washington, took a room in Brown's Hotel.
All four were in one room, and it was blazing hot, for they were right under the roof.
Cadmus, on reaching the capital of the nation, was invited to spend the evening with the Secretary of War, and did not return to his room until about 1 o'clock A. M. He paused; the door was locked, and the sounds of boisterous revelry were roaring within.
For some time he demanded entrance in vain, and when at last admitted found High Jinks were enacting there.
Poor Archie, in his fine new uniform, lay slumbering upon a bed, while Dominie and Old Jack, with only one garment, were singing with