Our readers can better imagine than we can describe the feelings of the
soldier boy during that long night. The regiment arrived in New York at
half-past ten in the forenoon of the following day, and was escorted up
Broadway by the Sons of Massachusetts. At the Park, it was warmly welcomed
by the President of the Sons, and as the little colonel was a better
soldier than a speech-maker, the response was made by the surgeon. By this
time, Tom was able to enter into the spirit of the occasion, and the
flattering ovation bestowed upon the regiment was a source of personal
pride and satisfaction. The little colonel's command was declared to be
the best drilled and most soldierly body of men which had yet departed for
the battle-fields of the republic.

The great city was full of wonders to the soldier boy, and during the few
hours he remained there, he was in a constant whirl of excitement. If the
mission before him had been less grand and sublime, he could have wished
to spend a few days in exploring the wonders of the great metropolis; but
the stupendous events that loomed up in the future, prophetic even to the
inexperienced eye of youth, engrossed all his thoughts. He partook of the
bountiful collation in the Park, and was content to march on to scenes
more thrilling and exciting than the tumult of the busy city.

The regiment took a steamer, at half-past four for Elizabethport, and
thence proceeded by railroad to Washington, by the way of Harrisburg. Some
portions of the journey were performed under the most trying
circumstances. The men were crowded, like sheep, into unsuitable cars, so
that not only were they subjected to many needless discomforts, but their
very lives were endangered. On the way, two men were crowded out of a car,
and, for a time, were supposed to have been killed.