I also saw General Lyon running about with his hair in the wind, his pockets full of papers, wild and irregular, but I knew him to be a man of vehement purpose and of determined action.

I saw of course that it meant business, but whether for defense or offense I did not know.

The next morning I went up to the railroad-office in Bremen, as usual, and heard at every corner of the streets that the "Dutch" were moving on Camp Jackson.

People were barricading their houses, and men were running in that direction.

I hurried through my business as quickly as I could, and got back to my house on Locust Street by twelve o'clock.