markable military career which he has summarized in his book, Some 

 Memories of a Soldier. During those years, I was hardly ever away from 

 home, except that in July 1872 I paid a visit to my oldest brother, Charles, 

 and spent a very enjoyable and instructive month in Pittsburgh, visiting 

 glass houses, iron, steel, and copper works, and learning much that 

 was useful. 



At the close of that visit, I had an adventure, which shows how much 

 more was expected of boys of fourteen than is the case now. My brother 

 was sending home a beautiful Kentucky mare, who had been threat- 

 ened with the blindness that afterwards befell her and, in accordance 

 with the absurd veterinary practices of those days had been copiously 

 bled, so that she was very weak. I was put in charge of the mare and 

 we travelled in the same train, I in the sleeping car and she in the 

 express car. In the morning, when we arrived in West Philadelphia, I 

 had the mare taken from the train, watered and fed, then I led her down 

 Market Street two miles, or more, to the Delaware River. There we took 

 a steamboat for Trenton, where I borrowed a saddle and bridle and 

 rode home, and very hard going it was for both of us. The mare was 

 so weak from the barbarous treatment given her that she could go no 

 faster than a walk and it took four hours to cover the ten miles and 

 the summer dusk had deepened into night when, at last, I stopped at 

 the front door of Morven. 



In that same year, 1872, I became a member of the First Presbyterian 

 Church, to which so many generations of my family had belonged. 



[so] 



