The shades of the great Virginians rose in a host before him.
He arrived about noon, and, as he carried no baggage except his saddle bags and weapons, he was quickly within the city, his papers being in perfect order.

He ate dinner, as the noonday meal was then called, and decided to seek General Beauregard at once, having learned from an officer on the train that he was in the city.

It was said that he was at the residence of President Davis, called the White House, after that other and more famous one at Washington, in which the lank, awkward man, Abraham Lincoln, now lived.
But Harry paused frequently on the way, as there was nothing to hurry him, and there was much to be seen.

If Charleston had been crowded, Richmond was more so.

Like all capitals on the verge of a great war, but as yet untouched by its destructive breath, it throbbed with life.
The streets swarmed with people, young officers and soldiers in their uniforms, civilians of all kinds, and many pretty girls in white or light dresses, often with flowers in their hair or on their breasts.
Light-heartedness and gaiety seemed predominant.
Harry stopped a while to look at the ancient and noble state house, now the home also of the Confederate Congress, standing in Capitol Square, and the spire of the Bell Tower, on Shockoe Hill.