versity, and destiny has not spared the rod. For my own part, I felt at the close of the war that there was nothing left here in old Virginia for John, so I concluded to take Horace Greely's advice, Go West.
I did so. I went out to St. Louis, Kansas City and Chicago, but everywhere I went I felt so terribly lonesome.
I had gotten out of my latitude, and I just broke out in that old strain, Oh carry me back to old Virginia, where the ragged boys were that I loved; and sink or swim, live or dievalleys, all going to form a country well worth fighting for.
The indomitable pluck of Virginians was well known, the governor said.
He remembered hearing about one of Pickett's men who went West shortly after the war—to Kansas City.
He saw an advertisement for help in a store.
When he answered he found several hundred applicants ahead of him. They were calling out, I was under Grant, I was under Hancock.
He passed in front of the desk, and, holding up a hand from whic