These four young men were the sons of an old man who lived in Portland,
Maine, and when he heard what had happened he came right down to the Island to see if he could find their bodies.
"I met one of th' 148th
Maine boys an' he ses his brigade fit th' hull rebel army fer four hours over on th' turnpike road an' killed about five thousand of 'em.
They traveled in this way through the east of the Union, Pennsylvania, Connecticut, Massachusetts, Vermont,
Maine, and New Hampshire; the north and west by New York, Ohio, Michigan, and Wisconsin; returning to the south by Illinois, Missouri, Arkansas, Texas, and Louisiana; they went to the southeast by Alabama and Florida, going up by Georgia and the Carolinas, visiting the center by Tennessee, Kentucky, Virginia, and Indiana, and, after quitting the Washington station, re-entered Baltimore, where for four days one would have thought that the United States of America were seated at one immense banquet, saluting them simultaneously with the same hurrahs!
Scarcely had Anne of Austria conducted the young queen to her apartments and taken from her brow the head-dress of ceremony, when she went to see her son in his cabinet, where, alone, melancholy and depressed, he was indulging, as if to exercise his will, in one of those terrible inward passions -- king's passions -- which create events when they break out, and with Louis XIV., thanks to his astonishing command over himself, became such benign tempests, that his most violent, his only passion, that which Saint Simon mentions with astonishment, was that famous fit of anger which he exhibited fifty years later, on the occasion of a little concealment of the Duc de
Maine's.
"My father was 'State of
Maine," she broke in, with a little gurgle of joy.
The territories of Britain, Spain, and of the Indian nations in our neighborhood do not border on particular States, but encircle the Union from
Maine to Georgia.
About this time, also, many settlers had gone to
Maine, and were living without any regular govern- ment.
"Originally from Mattawamkeag,
Maine, he said," continued McCarthy, "and he wouldn't stand for no knockin' the place."
The latter's weak lungs had led him to exchange
Maine for California, the removal being facilitated by the offer of a professorship in the State University.
"It's the dullest place in the State o'
Maine. I've druv there many a time."
He held them silent with ghastly stories of the "Yo-hoes" on Monomoy Beach, that mock and terrify lonely clam-diggers; of sand-walkers and dune-haunters who were never properly buried; of hidden treasure on Fire Island guarded by the spirits of Kidd's men; of ships that sailed in the fog straight over Truro township; of that harbour in
Maine where no one but a stranger will lie at anchor twice in a certain place because of a dead crew who row alongside at midnight with the anchor in the bow of their old-fashioned boat, whistling - not calling, but whistling - for the soul of the man who broke their rest.
We are in great haste to construct a magnetic telegraph from
Maine to Texas; but
Maine and Texas, it may be, have nothing important to communicate.