It seemed to Harry that the grave, slightly narrowed eyes emitted at this moment a single flash of triumph or at least of fervor.
Mr.Davis was sworn in and Mr.Stephens after him, and when the shouting and applause sank for the last time, the great men withdrew into the hotel, and the troops marched away.

The head of the new republic had been duly installed, and the separation from the old Union was complete.
The enthusiasm was tremendous, but Harry, like many others, had an underlying and faint but persistent feeling of sadness that came from the breaking of old ties.

Nor had any news come telling that Kentucky was about to join her sister states of the South.
The Palmetto Guards marched back to their old camp, and Harry, Langdon, and St.Clair obtained leave of absence to visit the town.

Youth had reasserted itself and Harry was again all excitement and elation.
It seemed to him at the moment that he was a boy no longer.

The Tacitus lying peacefully in his desk was forgotten.