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Although wearied at the start owing to the exciting happenings of the day, the Mississippian's enthusiasm for his cause gave him strength and stimulation as he progressed. His voice rose majestically as he came to the particular points he wished to accentuate, and even those in the uppermost rows in the galleries could hear every word.
Belton's room-mate now took a pair of large new socks out of his pocket and put them into the Mississippian's shoes, from which he took the dirty socks already there. Having these dirty socks, he quietly tips out of the room and returns to his and Belton's room.
"Sufficient reason for you, Senator," Haines added. "You have not been in politics very long, have you?" he queried dryly. A wry smile wrinkled the Mississippian's face. "Been in long enough to learn some unpleasant things I didn't know before." He remembered Martin Sanders. "Will you allow me to tell you a few more?" asked Haines. Langdon inclined his head in acquiescence.
Them chairs is for the guests in the hotel," the head porter was urging as he jerked the old man toward the door. The Mississippian's fighting blood was instantly aroused at such treatment of a respectable old white man by negroes. His lips tightly compressed as he hurried to the rescue. He cried sharply: "Take your hands off that gentleman! What do you mean by touching a friend of mine?"
Everybody he met was the Mississippian's friend until he had proved himself the contrary. That had been his rule through life. "Come right over, Colonel; have a cigar, sir." Then, as they lighted their cigars, he inquired, "What army corps were you with, Colonel?" "I was under Grant along the Tennessee," replied the old G.A.R. man.
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