He was a man in a man's great world, doing a man's great work.
But both he and his comrades had all the curiosity and zest of boys as they walked about the little city in the twilight, looking at everything of interest, visiting the Capitol, and then coming back to the Exchange Hotel, which sheltered for a night so many of their great men.
They stayed a while in the lobby of the hotel, which was packed so densely that Harry could scarcely breathe.

Most of the men were of the tall, thin but extremely muscular type, either clean shaven or with short beards trimmed closely, and no mustaches.

Black was the predominant color in clothing, and they talked with soft, drawling voices.

But their talk was sanguine.

Most of them asked what the North would do, but they believed that whatever she did do the South would go on her way.