only mounted man in the regiment, according to my recollection-rode their Colonel
, who was Frank Blair
He was in full uniform, which made him still more conspicuous.
No better target could have been offered.
I watched the audacious man, expecting to hear a shot at any moment from the sidewalk, or from a window of one of the high buildings lining the street, and to see him topple from his saddle.
He understood very well the danger he was braving.
He knew that in that throng, where everybody was armed, there were hundreds toying with the triggers of their guns, and trying to muster sufficient courage to shoot him down.
Slowly, and as calmly as if on ordinary dress parade, he led the way until he passed out of sight.
I thought then, and still think, it was the pluckiest thing I ever witnessed.
The effect of the breaking up and capture of Camp Jackson was something wonderful.
Up to that time, the Rebels
of St. Louis
and their sympathizers had been very demonstrative.
In portions of the city the Rebel
cockade, which was a red rosette pinned to the side of the hat, was conspicuous, and any one not displaying that decoration was in danger of having his hat smashed upon his head.
After Camp Jackson's surrender, I never saw a Rebel cockade openly worn in St. Louis
At the same time there was an extensive shifting of positions.
A good many men of prominence and wealth, who had been leaning over towards the South
, suddenly straightened up, and not a few of them showed a strong inclination the other way. Some of the evolutions they executed were amusing.