Other names, too, began to grow familiar in Harry's ears.

Much was said about the bluff Bob Toombs of Georgia, who feared no man and who would call the roll of his slaves at the foot of Bunker Hill monument.

And there was little weazened Stephens, also of Georgia, a great intellect in a shrunken frame, and Benjamin of the oldest race, who had inherited the wisdom of ages.

There would be no lack of numbers and courage and penetration when the great gathering met at Montgomery.
These were busy and on the whole happy days for Harry and St.Clair.
Harry drilled with his comrade in the Palmetto Guards now, and, in due time, they were going to Montgomery to assist at the inauguration of the new president, whoever he might be.

No vessel had come in place of the Star of the West.