But they had a
like habit of forgetting themselves and of saying neither more nor
less than they meant. They both had the strength of an ox and as
little vanity. Mr Greeley used to say that no man could amount to
anything who worried much about the fit of his trousers; neither of
them ever encountered that obstacle.
Early next morning I took a train for home. I was in soldier clothes
I had with me no others - and all in my car came to talk with me
about the now famous battle of Bull Run.
The big platform at Jersey City was crowded with many people as
we got off the train. There were other returning soldiers - some
with crutches, some with empty sleeves.
A band at the further end of the platform was playing and those
near me were singing the familiar music,
'John Brown's body lies a mouldering in the grave.
Somebody shouted my name. Then there rose a cry of three cheers
for Brower. It's some of the boys of the Tribune, I thought - I
could see a number of them in the crowd. One brought me a basket
of flowers.
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