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momma goodby, and that she went into a room alone to cry. On the back porch (at the house where my mother now lives) I said goodby to my grandmother Elliott. She had held up until then, though I knew that she disapproved of the whole business, remembering from her childhood what war was. She began crying and said something about me going "away off over there. Wiping my own eyes, I hugged her and set out for Ashland City on foot, taking the well-remembered path over the hill, past John Morris's and Cap'n Darrow's through Sycamore. Many a time I had made that seven-mile walk while attending high school. I wore the old-fashioned campaign hat, no tunic. From Ashland city I went up to Nashville by train late in the afternoon.

I do not remember anything about leaving Nashville. We went by way of Chattanooga and Knoxville. I believe that five of us met and left Nashville together. At Knoxville we picked up Joe Thompson, who had been visiting his fiancée, Florence Fonde. I do remember that it was about daybreak as we passed through Philadelphia, so that we arrived in New York fairly early on Saturday, August 25th. I had never been in New York before, [[strikethrough]] on the [/strikethrough]] nor, for that matter, twenty miles beyond the Tennessee border. On the recommendation of friends at camp, I had planned to stay at the Hotel McAlpin, and had given that as my address to friends at home. Guthrie, however, speaking from his experience as a traveling salesman, suggested the Imperial, located, I believe, at 31st and Broadway. So we went there and got a suite of three communicating rooms. Adams and Thompson had