There followed next, Mr.Ephraim Watts, bearing a light wand in his hand and leading a detachment of workers from the oil-fields in their stained blue overalls and blouses; and, after them, came Mr.Martin and Mr.
Landis at the head of an organization recognized in the "Order of Procession," printed in the "Herald," as the Business Men of Plattville.
They played in such magnificent time that every high-stepping foot in all the line came down with the same jubilant plunk, and lifted again with a unanimity as complete as that of the last vote the convention had taken that day.

The leaders of the procession set a brisk pace, and who could have set any other kind of a pace when on parade to the strains of such a band, playing such a tune as "A New Coon in Town," with all its might and main?
But as the line swung into the Square, there came a moment when the tune was ended, the musicians paused for breath, and there fell comparative quiet.

Amongst the ranks of Business Men ambled Mr.Wilkerson, singing at the top of his voice, and now he could be heard distinctly enough for those near to him to distinguish the melody with which it was his intention to favor the public: "Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! As we go marching on." The words, the air, that husky voice, recalled to the men of Carlow another day and another procession, not like this one.

And the song Wilkerson was singing is the one song every Northern-born American knows and can sing.

The leader of the band caught the sound, signalled to his men; twenty instruments rose as one to twenty mouths; the snare-drum rattled, the big drum crashed, the leader lifted his baton high over his head, and music burst from twenty brazen throats: "Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!" Instantaneously, the whole procession began to sing the refrain, and the people in the street, and those in the wagons and carriages, and those leaning from the windows joined with one accord, the ringing bells caught the time of the song, and the upper air reverberated in the rhythm.
The Harkless Club of Carlow wheeled into Main Street, two hundred strong, with their banners and transparencies.