. The great locomotive chase; a history of the Andrews railroad raid into Georgia in 1862 . ey Were then Shown What they Were Marion Ross. From a war-time photograph. individually to do, and ordered, if willing to enter on the work, to reportat the night rendezvous on the road from Shelbyville to Wartrace. The sun was shining brightly and the bracing evening air sent theblood coursing cheerily through our veins as Ross and I walked leisurelyback to camp. We said nothing to each other of our motives in enteringon such an expedition, though I was a good deal surprised to find Rossengaged in it.
. The great locomotive chase; a history of the Andrews railroad raid into Georgia in 1862 . ey Were then Shown What they Were Marion Ross. From a war-time photograph. individually to do, and ordered, if willing to enter on the work, to reportat the night rendezvous on the road from Shelbyville to Wartrace. The sun was shining brightly and the bracing evening air sent theblood coursing cheerily through our veins as Ross and I walked leisurelyback to camp. We said nothing to each other of our motives in enteringon such an expedition, though I was a good deal surprised to find Rossengaged in it. He was of sentimental character, very fastidious, neat andalmost dandyish in dress, fond of parades, and generally of the pomp andglitter of war, and was often teased for these qualities. He could not failto suffer greatly from the unavoidable discomforts of such a trip as ours,even if we were perfectly successful. But we did talk of the impressionsformed of our leader. Ross requested me—with, as I thought, a shade ofanxiety in his tone—to give my real opinion of Andrews. I answered. 42 Daring and Suffering. with enthusiasm. The strong influence this singular man never failed toexert over those who were brought into contact with him, was already atwork. His thoughtful, pensive manner, his soft mild voice, not louderthan a womans, yet with every accent firm and decided, his grace, refine-ment and dignity, made me at once declare him to be far above the ordi-nary type of manhood. He did, however, seem more like a dreamer, a ipoet, or a martyr, than a military leader or dauntless adventurer, yet therewas something of each of these in his composition. I would have trustedhim to the end of the earth ! Ross expressed a similar opinion, and yetalong with it a fear that possibly Andrews had now undertaken more thanhe could carry through. However we did not pursue that thought far, ifor neither of us knew definitely what he did propose, and felt a strong icuriosity for the fuller re
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