friends I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder from behind.
It was my dear old professor of mathematics, Jacobs
He whispered to me in his kindest, gentlest way not to talk about the war. I deeply appreciated his kindness and solicitude.
But I had not been talking about the war. The war was forgotten as I talked of the olden days.
On another street a gentleman approached me and made himself known.
It was Rev. David Swope
, a native of Gettysburg
, who was of the next class below mine.
He manifested genuine pleasure in meeting me. He told me he was living in Kentucky
when the war broke out. He recalled a little incident of the college days.
He asked me if I remembered in passing a certain house I said to a little red-headed girl with abundant red curls, standing in front of her house, ‘I'll give you a levy for one of those curls.’
I told him that I remembered it as if it were yesterday.
He said that little girl was now his wife; and that she would be delighted to see me. He took me to a temporary hospital where there were a large number of our wounded.
He had taken charge of the hospital, and manifested great interest in them and showed them every tender care and kindness.
I fancied that those Kentucky
days had addled something to the sympathy of his kind, generous nature towards our wounded; and when I took leave of him, I am sure the warm grasp of my hand told him, better than my words, of the grateful feelings in my heart.
I must ask indulgence to mention another incident.
I met on the college campus a son of Prof. Baugher
, who was then president of the college, and who was president when I graduated.
The son gave me such a cordial invitation to dine with him and his father that I accepted it. They were all very courteous; but I fancied I detected a reserved dignity in old Dr. Baugher
It was very natural for him to be so, and I appreciated it. The old Doctor
, while kindhearted, was of a very positive and radical character, which he evinced on all subjects.
He was thoroughly conscientious, and was of the stuff of which martyrs are made.
He was thoroughly orthodox in his Lutheran faith; and in politics, without ever hearing a word from him, I venture to say he was in sympathy with, I will not say, Thaddeus Stevens
, but with Garrison