Up to this time the weather had been as gloomy as war and dripping clouds could make it.  Having (figuratively) pitched our tents in Boylston Hall, the discipline of camp-life was at once established, and communication with the world outside, was largely cut off.  This however did not interfere with the free admission of many tokens of regard from friends outside, in the form of refreshments of various kinds.

Two memorable incidents of the evening will long be remembered.  The pretty and graceful daughter of Col.  Jones was adopted, with all the honors, as “Daughter of the Regiment”; and secondly the comfortable and becoming overcoats prepared with wise forethought for the regiment were issued.  The motley outer-garments, in which, up to this moment, we had found shelter from the storm, were at once discarded.  In our new garments we not only found great comfort;—­we also felt that the inner as well as the outer man could boast a resemblance to “regular” troops.

On the morning of the 17th we were marched to the State House, then and there to receive the salutations of the Governor, and also to receive, what at the moment struck some of us as a pretty forcible reminder that we were now occupying positions that were entirely new to us.

Drawn up in military array in Doric Hall we were each of us “donated” two blue flannel shirts and some corresponding under garments.  This gratuitous equipment implied service.  To those of us who within a twelvemonth had figured in the hall over our heads, as representatives of the sovereign people, it indicated a very marked change of circumstances.

Among other tokens of the confidence reposed in our patriotism and prowess, a heavy cavalry revolver was bestowed upon each of the field and staff officers.  As these could not be conveniently carried, on the return march, by those who had been made the happy recipients of these bulky favors, they were bundled together and consigned for safe-keeping to the Chaplain, to be borne on the line of march back to Boylston Hall.  Why that functionary should have been chosen to carry a whole armory of weapons, in the sight of the admiring crowds that lined the streets of Boston remains a question.  Opinions are equally divided as to whether, as chaplain he would be most likely to prevent a hasty and rash use of fire-arms; or whether, he was de facto a “common carrier,” on the ground that ministers were made and designed for “bearing burdens.”

Early in the afternoon, the regiments entered the cars of the Worcester Railroad, and the march to Washington was fairly begun.  So long as daylight permitted, tokens of the uprising of the people of the commonwealth were everywhere visible; and when darkness had settled down around us, we caught glimpses of excited multitudes as the cars dashed on without stopping, by the brilliantly illuminated depots and settlements along the route.  Our reception at Springfield was of a truly jubilant character.  Refreshments in great profusion, and of the most appetizing kind were furnished and received a most cordial welcome within our hungry ranks.  The streets were illuminated, and cannon thundered in every direction.  Our stay was a short one; and we rattled on and on until the morning revealed the fact that we were in Connecticut and not far from New York.