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tach himself, smiling and venting amiable small
talk while she coquetted with her parasol. She was
evidently too many for the young man. Meantime
the podgy and polite Moses was squiring Mrs Hein-
tzelman, a rather faded elderly lady. We took
a cruise through the fleet, and as the sun came
out, it looked down on a fine spectacle, vessels
loded with soldiers, horses, cannon and all
the belongings of war, while the many bands play-
ed national tunes and the men cheered. Old
Heintzelman, his spare form wrapped in his
shabby cloak, got some good-natured cheers, which
he half touched his hat in acknowledgement of.
�It is a great responsibility!� snuffled he, when
I had suggested the idea to him, which he re-
ceived as though it had been rather a new one.
I don�t think the man�s cranky, crabbled soul
realized much beyond that he wanted to get off,
about which he fussed presently, in a fretful,
undignified manner. Capt. Hamilton and Col.
Hays were aboard; I talked with them, with
Hall or Heine. We steamed back to the wharf,
waiting, I believe for the advent of General Fitz-
john Porter. By noon our lady visitors, inclu-
ding pretty Miss Carroll, left us, only Mrs
Heintzelman remaining, to bear her grizzled
Hector company as far as Fortress Monroe.
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