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pride of the town, is now an old house and in poor condition.
The railroad along which we used to skirmish is torn up and I traced its line with difficulty to the woods that formed our debatable ground; they were the same, [but] where once was a dangerous ford, was now a bridge and fine road.
Nothing was wholly unchanged but the exquisite climate and the budding spring.
I began to feel fearfully bewildered, as if I had lived multitudes of lives.
An individual seems so insignificant in presence of the changes of time; he is nothing, even if his traces are mingled with fire and blood.
Here the former
Colonel met one of his old sergeants, and
we agreed to have some others of the men come and meet me there next Tuesday, and with their warm hearts, I can let the past take care of itself.
One curious thing I should mention is that as it was Washington's birthday, guns were being fired all the while, so like those remote days.
A second visit in the spring of 1904 gave
Colonel Higginson an opportunity to see the wonders of the ‘New South.’
At this time he was a guest of
Mr. Robert Ogden on his educational trip through the
Southern States.
On account of
Colonel Higginson's war experience, he felt a little doubtful as to his reception by Southerners.
To find that he was known through his books,—many of which were in Southern libraries—rather than as leader of a black regiment was a delightful surprise.
‘People hardly ’
