Shoulder-Straps: A Novel of New York and the Army, 1862Morford, Henry
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Shoulder-Straps: A Novel of New York and the Army, 1862
Morford, Henry
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
It was perhaps one o'clock when the two friends reached Broadway and
turned downward to return to their different places of business--Harding
of course to his store near the Hospital, and Leslie to his little desk
in the office of the _Daily Thundergust_, or anywhere else in the more
frequented parts of the town, where he might chance to pick up material
for an item or an article. Broadway at that point and at that moment
presented an appearance that used to be extraordinary, but that of late
months has been almost as common as its ordinary crowded condition. One
of the Eastern regiments, that had just landed at the New Haven Railroad
Depot, was on its way down to the Park Barracks, and the police had been
clearing the street of omnibuses and carriages to make room for them.
The sidewalks on both sides were pretty well filled with
spectators--idlers who never find anything better to do than gazing at
street spectacles, and people of both sexes, with more or less of
business on hand, who cannot avoid pausing for a moment when the police
sweep by to clear the street and the tap of the bass-drum is
heard,--just to see what the excitement is all about. In this instance a
file of policemen extending almost from curb to curb were marching
abreast to keep the way clear in front of the regiment; close behind
them sounded the crashing of brass, the screaming of clarionet-reeds and
the tap of drums; and a little farther behind, over the heads of the
advancing column, a couple of flags caught the sun and waved softly in
the light summer air--one the glorious old banner, with its three colors
that blend truth, purity and devotion till death,--and the other a
fringed and tasselled embroidery of dark blue silk, bearing the peculiar
arms of the one State that was sending forth more of its bravest sons to
do battle for all.
"A Massachusetts regiment," said Harding. "One was to come down by the
New Haven Road, this morning."
"Yes," said Leslie. "You can afford half an hour more, while I can
afford all day if I wish. Let us wait until the show passes." They
paused accordingly and took shelter beside a lamp-post against the
downward pressure of the sidewalk crowd that was coming.
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