Reluctantly Jewett took leave of his old associates in the office, went to his room in the hotel, and sat for hours crushed and discouraged.  Presently he rose, kicked the kinks out of his trousers, and walked out into the clear sunlight.  At the end of the street he stepped from the side-walk to the sod path and kept walking.  He passed an orchard and plucked a ripe peach from an overhanging bough.  A yellow-breasted lark stood in a stubble-field, chirped two or three times, and soared, singing, toward the far blue sky.  A bare-armed man, with a muley cradle, was cradling grain, and, far away, he heard the hum of a horse-power threshing machine.  It had been months, it seemed years, since he had been in the country, felt its cooling breeze, smelled the fresh breath of the fields, or heard the song of a lark; and it rested and refreshed him.

When young Jewett returned to the town he was himself again.  He had been guilty of no wrong, but had been about what seemed to him his duty to his country.  Still, he remembered with sadness the sharp rebuke of the Superintendent, a feeling intensified by the recollection that it was the same official who had brought him in from Springdale, made a train despatcher out of him, and promoted him as often as he had earned promotion.  If he had seemed to be acting in bad faith with the officials of the road, he would make amends.  That night he called his company together, told them that he had been unable to secure a commission, stated that he had resigned and was going away, and advised them to disband.

The company forming at Lexington was called “The Farmers,” just as the Bloomington company was known as the “Car-hands.”  “The Farmers” was full, the captain said, when Jewett offered his services.  At the last moment one of the boys had “heart failure,” and Jewett was taken in his place.  His experience with the disbanded “Car-hands” helped him and his company immeasurably.  It was only a few days after his departure from Bloomington that he again passed through, a private in “The Farmers.”

Once in the South, the Lexington company became a part of the 184th Illinois Infantry, and almost immediately engaged in fighting.  Jewett panted to be on the firing-line, but that was not to be.  The regiment had just captured an important railway which had to be manned and operated at once.  It was the only means of supplying a whole army corps with bacon and beans.  The colonel of his company was casting about for railroaders, when he heard of Private Jewett.  He was surprised to find, in “The Farmers,” a man of such wide experience as a railway official, so well posted on the general situation, and so keenly alive to the importance of the railroad and the necessity of keeping it open.  Within a week Jewett had made a reputation.  If there had been time to name him, he would doubtless have been called superintendent of transportation; but there was no time to classify those who were working on the road.  They called him Jewett.  In some way the story of the one-time captain’s experience at Bloomington came to the colonel’s ears, and he sent for Jewett.  As a result of the interview, the young private was taken from the ranks, made a captain, and “assigned to special duty.”  His special duty was that of General Manager of the M. & L. Railroad, with headquarters in a car.