The state had proved more stubborn than he and his friends had expected.

A powerful Union element had been disclosed, and there would be an obstinate fight at Frankfort over the question of going out.

He would let him know when to come.
Harry was perhaps less surprised than his father over the conflict of opinion in Kentucky, but his thoughts soon slipped from it, returning to his absorption in the great and thrilling drama in Charleston, which was passing before his eyes, and of which he was a part.
April came, and the glory of the spring deepened.

The winds blowing from the soft shores of the Gulf grew heavier with the odors of blossom and flower.

But Charleston thrilled continually with excitement.
Fort after fort was seized by the Southerners, almost without opposition and wholly without the shedding of blood.