arising amid the shadows.
It would have been far from prudent leadership in the closing months of 1860 to crush the high temper of youths who might, within a half year, be carrying a musket or riding double on a caisson.
In this gallant temper of her young men, New Orleans recalls with pride that of all her sons, marching under what banners soever or shouting what party names in the canvass of 1860, none able to go was found lacking when Louisiana
needed his services on the field.
With the progress of the campaign, bad news came to render the timid anxious and to make the brave heady.
The news felt like a breath of war from the Hudson
Arrangements were making, it was said, on a given date before the election, to parade all the Black Republican
‘Wide-awake’ clubs in New York and Brooklyn
Instant was the antagonism to this veiled threat.
‘Wide awake to what?’
asked men of all parties on the Mississippi
To this question, but one answer could be truthful.
This bit of news came to be a triumph for the Young Men
's Breckinridge and Lane
Their enthusiasm had been wiser, had looked more clearly into the future than the prudence of their elders; had seen, to use a strong French expression, the ‘movement coming.’
Meantime the election went apace with its shouts, its bands and transparencies.
At the end of September a Breckinridge and Lane
mass-meeting was held.
The club not only led the van of a monster parade, but marched proudly under the folds of a beautiful banner presented to it on September 24th.
A notable feature in this procession was the appearance of the Lane
Dragoons—a new club of horsemen, recently organized.
On their horses the dragoons, ninety strong, presented a military aspect.
Many, by the way, considered this a fair Roland
for the Wide-awake Oliver
They wore black coats buttoned up, with a white belt bearing the club name, and a cap decorated with a gold band.
Of this parade, with politics in a ferment, the Picayune