At Monroe Park
another large crowd had gathered, and it seemed as though all the baby carriages
had taken possession of the sidewalk.
Over fifty occupied the corner of Belvidere and Franklin, and the wee little occupants were much delighted by the band playing.
Further up the line, where a number of new residences are being built, numbers of persons had congregated on the buildings, and at these places also the photographer could be seen.
Following the train of the procession were fully two thousand people.
They went out to the pedestal, some with the expectancy of
hearing some one make a speech and others with a desire to see it. When the line reached the plot of ground just in front of the pedestal the sight was magnificent.
Looking from the top of the stone floor over four squares down Franklin street the thoroughfare was one mass of human beings.
There was no crush, no rushing.
The grey uniform of the Lee Camp
men could be seen; the plumes and ribbons on the hats of the girls brightening the effect.
The green trees and the sky, painted by the soft tints of sunset, made up a combination of color that will never be forgotten.