While mustering, he had a few idle days to wait, and, finding himself near St. Louis
, waited there.
The town was a pot of conspiracy.
, the governor, with a Union mask on, was stealing troops and arms for Secession.
and Nathaniel Lyon
, two most competent patriots, watched him through his mask.
At the right moment they captured his entire camp.
A rebel flag which had been flying in St. Louis
then came down to stay down.
looked on at this, and presently, entering a street-car, was addressed by a youth in words that may be dwelt upon.
The mouth of Ireland
never uttered a bull more perfect.
Secession never drew its own portrait with a straighter stroke.
The profound self-contradiction between the youth's two sentences has placed him in history.
“Things have come to a damned pretty pass,” said he, “when a free people can't choose their own flag.
Where I ”