For three days every theatre, school, court, bank, shop, and mill was closed.
And with muttered curses men looked Southward.
Across Broadway the cortège passed under a huge transparency on which appeared the words:
Will rise in might to exterminate
The leaders of this accursed Rebellion."
Farther along swung the black-draped banner:
"Justice to Traitors
is
Mercy to the People."
Another flapped its grim message:
Can Barbarism go Further?"
Across the Ninth Regiment Armory, in gigantic letters, were the words:
But Vengeance is not Sleeping!"
When the procession reached Buffalo, the house of Millard Fillmore was mobbed because the ex-President, stricken on a bed of illness, had neglected to drape his house in mourning. The procession passed to Springfield through miles of bowed heads dumb with grief. The plough stopped in the furrow, the smith dropped his hammer, the carpenter his plane, the merchant closed his door, the clink of coin ceased, and over all hung brooding silence with low-muttered curses, fierce and incoherent.
