Now he was heading
rebellion. Where would Dr. Sandford, and Mr. Thorold, and
Preston be? How far would the rebels carry their work? and
what opposition would be made to it? Again I asked Miss
Cardigan.
"It's beyond _me_, Daisy," she said. "I suppose it will depend
very much on whether we've got the right man to head us or no;
and that nobody can tell till we try. This man Buchanan, that
is over us at present, he is no better than a bit of cotton
wool. I am going to take a look at Mr. Lincoln as he comes
through, and see what I think of him.
"When is he coming?"
"They say, to-day," said Miss Cardigan. "There'll be an
uncommon crowd; but I'll risk it."
A great desire seized me, that I might see him too. I
consulted with Miss Cardigan. School hours were over at three;
I could get away then, I thought; and by studying the
programme of the day we found it possible that it would not be
too late then for our object. So it proved; and I have always
been glad of it ever since.
Miss Cardigan and I went forth and packed ourselves in the
dense crowd which had gathered and filled all the way by which
the President elect was expected to pass.
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