The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-08-06

| pace down State street. the various organiza
tions falling in to form the procession. Reach
| ing Broadway amid the dull boom Of cannon
and the tolling and Ginning bells in the steeples
| they march through Broadway to Steuben
| street. and thence to the depot. The route of
| the procession was everywhere densely thronged.
| The sons of General Grant and their compan-
| ions of yesterday were driven to the depot
! where the long black funeral train was awaiting
| its burden. General Hancock and D. NJ. Ken
| drick were in charge, and at the request of
Assistant Adiutant- general Asa Bird Gardner
| F. ". Mack the Associated Press representa-
tive. assumed charge of the car of public infor-
| nation Guns doomed while the remains were
| being placed on the car "Woodlawn," and the
| bells tolled slowly. The committee from New
| York entered their cars, General Hancock and
| staff were aboard, the regulars were quartered,
| and the great train started.
| The train was constituted and occupied as fol-
| lows: l. the locomotive; 2, baggage car; 8, the
funeral car ''Woodlawn;" 4, the sons of the Gen
| eral, with the Rev. Dr. Newman and DR.. Doug
| las; 5, General Hancock and staff; g. Governor
| Hill and staff and the committees of the House
and Senate, twenty five in number; Z and S. the
New York committee of one hundred; 8, the car
| of public information; 10 and IL, the regulars,
under command of Colonel Beck and Maj jor
Brown. The eleventh not needed and
was taken off. At the instant the train started
dirge came up to the ears Of all in the train
from the band of the Jackson corps, that stood
in line aid 'sauted Hundreds of persons stand
ing nearest the track laid coins the rails to
have them fattened beneath the wheels of the
train that carried General Grant on his last
journey On the roofs of the houses in the
vicinity hundreds witnessed the start, and
as the black train rumbed across the long
bridge over the Hudson it was
between two dense lines of people
who filled the foot paths on either side. There
was no clang of bell, scream of whistle only
the dull roar of the wheels beneath the train.
Across the river were crowds OF people. The
shops, and stores, and factories had closed their
places of business All who work and those of
leisure seemed to have come out to stand with
uncovered heads, to be part Of scene never to
be enacted again. The long, sweeping curve
was rounded and the black train Strengthened out
level with the Hudson on it's way to the me-
tropolis Looking back from the engine cab, as
the trailing train swept around the curve at
Greenbush, the impressive effect was thrilling.
Hudson, too paid respect to the passing dead
with hundreds of persons at the station, which
was draped with symbols of mourning, and tie
report of a gun was heard from
somewhere back on tho hills. The
hot sunshine was being tempered by
snowy and thunderous looking clouds that
moved up from behind the blue crests of the Cats
kills to shade the notable train with their can
opy. The cloud shadows took the place of the
suns bright reflection on the bosom of the river
the mountains were wheeling nearer and nearer
as the train rolled onward twenty and thirty
miles an hour. The purple shadows under the
brow Of the mountain to which the dead of to-
day had thought to have gone this month, We're
deepening as the clouds sailed higher into the
blue sky.
Away across the river, on the foothills of the
Catskills, hotel, heavy with flags, and dense
with forms of people, grew into view. The sta
ton of Catskll was just ahead; gun doomed
salute, and white puff of smoke foated out
over the river. There were many people along
the tracks on either side. The little station with
mourning tokens was hurried by. The speed
was increasing, but the long, dark train swept
around curves and over levels steadily and
smoothly. Out on the river there were many
little boats and launches, and SOME yachts with
ensigns tipped with black. Each bore people
with heads uncovered, and all these tokens of
respect were not unheeded by the sors of the
dead. While most of the time they sat in silence,
with their eyes on the river and the mountain
peaks beyond, occasionally Colonel Grant turned
to his brothers. or to Drs. Newman or Douglas,
and feelingly remarked some little demonstra-
ton of group or at hamlet where the people
had made show Of their sympathy.
Seven weeks and day ago, when General
Grant was riding up the river to Mt. McGregor,
the Colonel had called his fathers attention to
the spot where his great grandfather had led the
forlorn hope of the storming party of patriots
who opened the way for Anthony Wayne in days
long ago. Then the General had smiled and
peered through the window at the point named
to him. To-day Colonel Grant quietly referred
to the incident, but there was one who then
heard who could not heed or hear now. He lay
today in the purple casket, where men in uni
form with folded arms watched over him in his
rest, and all the time the sombre train was
rumbling onward toward the great city by the
sea- where million hearts were awaiting his
coming.
Poughkeepsie was coming in view around the
curves, where the little pilot engine occasionally
could be seen with its ten minutes headwav
Rhnebeck had gone by at 213 p. NJ Staatsburg
at 222 P. NJ, Hyde Park at 2:30 and when the
train rolled through the throngs at Poughkeepsie
the dial marked 245 P. NJ, and the funeral train
was on time.
All the employees of the New York Central
Railroad Company who received their pay at
Poughkeepse were drawn up beside a work
train Of the road at that station, and every
Drowned and blue shirted fellow stood with I'M
covered head as the train bearing the remains of
General Grant passed.
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