The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1907-1917, 1912-09-19

on his farm in the delta Of
tie Mississippi" to New York. 1t
was the first time either had
ever seen the great city They
registered at the St. Nicholas, at
that time the popular resort for
Southern people. They arrived
about night, and after breakfast next
morning were ready to go out and
see the city. The rotunda of the St.
Nicholas was On level with the
street. In front of the hotel there
was a great crowd of people, which
gradually grew larger when the gen
eral appeared. He wore a gray suit
and a broad-brimmed light-colored
felt hat. He was at all times dis
tinguished in appearance, The pa
pers had announced that. Gen. For
rest was in the city, and the curioai-
ty to see him was widespread. But
the general was In entire ignorance
of the cause that drew the crowd to-
gether, ana just thought it was
BroadWay's usual crowd, as it was
such thoroughfare. AS he and
Capt. Billy walked from the hotel,
the crowd following, the general
heard one remark: That's him.
That's the rebel, Gen. Forrest" FL
nally the street and sidewalk were
blocked-the crowd gazing at the
big rebel. The general then took in
the situation, and was worried, for
he was not a notoriety-seeker. He
was no buffoon to amuse a crowd.
Indeed, he shrank from publicity,
but he was equal to this occasion.
His pathway blocked, the general
drew himself up, lifted his big white
hat high above his head and cried
out in that stentorian voice of his
which produced CONSERVATION even
on the field of battle: "Get out of
my way, -- you" The eff
feet was instantaneous. 1t was peH-
nell with the crowd; those in the
rear were knocked down by those
in front, and the stampede lasted for
several minutes, during which time
the general and Capt. Billy went in,
to a cross street and escaped further
intrusion.
Gen. Forrest was man of the
sincere type. He was not one thing
in the East, another in the West, and
still another in the South He was
no sham, but real hero, and de-
spised deceit and hypocrisy. He
never played to the multitude for
their shouts. He would not pat the
cowboys on the shoulder and then
seek converse with malefactors of
great wealth. He Tould not feast at
black and tan dinners and then
boast of his Southern blood. All ma
ture could say of Forrest, Here is
a man."
The New York papers We're full
of Forrest. He was on every ones
tongue. The morning following his
first day in New York he sat on the
side of his bed, had just pulled on
his boots, and was coursing his fing-
ers through his lo7r" iron-gray hair.
He had not yet r. his sleeping
robe, when some shocked at his
door Capt. Billy gent TO the door
He was astonished to find lady
there. She was typical New Eng
land old maid; tall, angular and
thin; her hair was dark and pasted
tightly over her high forehead, thin
lips, compressed mouth, keen nose
and a well-distinguished jaw. She
carried a Bible in one hand and an
umbrella in the other She was of
the fanatic type, such as worshipped
old John Brown as a patron saint.
SO she pushed Capt. Billy aside,
and advancing straightway to For
rest, addressed the general thus:
care you the rebel Gen. Forrest?
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