e and start the volunteering.
Mr. Logan did not know that Sanders, the fifer, was to be there, or that he was to lead off in that way, and when he saw the herculean figure of his old comrade striding through the crowd, making for him, he lost control of his feelings and wept like a child.
It is needless to add that through my own tears I witnessed the most affecting scene that had ever occurred in that or any other town.
At the sound of Sanders's fife and the beating of an old drum of Gabriel Cox, who was a member of the drum corps of the same regiment in which Mr. Logan served in the Mexican War, and whom Mr. White and Captain Looney, who was elected captain of the company, and other friends had hunted up, Mr. Logan jumped down from the wagon, stepped into the line that was speedily filling up, one after another falling in (my friend the teamster who had frightened me so two nights before being among the very first), gave the command, Forward, march!
and started around the squar