I had seen the troops start out in the morning and had wished them success.

I now determined to go to the arsenal and await their arrival and congratulate them.

I stepped on a car standing at the corner of 4th and Pine streets, and saw a crowd of people standing quietly in front of the head-quarters, who were there for the purpose of hauling down the flag.

There were squads of other people at intervals down the street.

They too were quiet but filled with suppressed rage, and muttered their resentment at the insult to, what they called, "their" flag.