the first man I met was Colonel Devereaux
, who said, “What are you here for?”
My answer was, “I wanted to see the boys.”
Drawing a paper from his pocket he said, “Get a uniform and equipments, and report for duty in half an hour.”
“But my uniform and equipments are at home,” I replied.
“Can't help it,” said Colonel Devereaux
, “I propose that you command your company in the parade to-day.”
So I went out, bought a cheap uniform, hired a set of equipments and reported for duty.
I found that the paper read: “So much of General Order No. 492
as discharged First Lieut. John G. B. Adams
, 19th Regiment Massachusetts Volunteers, is hereby revoked, and he is restored to duty without loss of pay, provided the vacancy has not been filled, evidence of which he must furnish from the governor of his State.”
We were given a reception and dinner in Faneuil Hall; Governor Andrew
, not being able to attend, was represented by our old commander, General Hincks
we went to Salem
, where we were royally entertained, and then broke ranks with orders to report at Wenham
in thirty-five days. While our receptions were grand, and showed that our hard services were appreciated, our joys were mingled with sadness.
Everywhere we met friends of the boys who did not march back with us, and our eyes were often filled with tears as we clasped the hand of father, mother, sister or wife of some brave boy who had marched by our side, but now slept his last sleep in the rude grave where we had tenderly laid him.
The next day I went to the State House
to see Governor Andrew
I had never met a live governor before, and as my feet reached the executive chamber my heart beat faster than it did when advancing at Gettysburg
Meeting the messenger