THE FINANCIER 
stirring, and riots; the arrival of John Brown's body; the 
arrival of Lincoln, the great commoner, on his way from 
Springfield, Illinois, to Washington via Philadelphia, to 
take the oath of office; the battle of Bull Run; the battle 
of Vicksburg; the battle of Gettysburg, and so on. 
Cowperwood saw Lincoln. One day the great war 
President spoke at Independence Hall before his inau- 
guration—a tall, shambling man, bony, gawky, but tre- 
mendously impressive. He (Cowperwood) was only 
twenty-five at the time, a cool, determined youth, who 
thought the slave agitation might be well founded in 
human rights—no doubt was—but exceedingly dangerous 
to trade. He hoped they would win; but it might go 
hard with him personally and other financiers. He did 
not care to fight. That seemed silly for the individual 
man to do. Others might go—there were many poor, 
thin-minded, half-baked creatures who would put them- 
selves up to be shot; but they were only fit to be com- 
manded or shot down. As for him, his life was sacred 
to himself and his family and his personal interests. He 
recalled seeing, one day, in one of the quiet side streets, 
as the working-men were coming home from their work, 
a small enlisting squad of soldiers in blue marching en- 
thusiastically along, the Union flag flying, the drummers 
drumming, the fifes blowing, the idea being, of course, to 
so impress the hitherto indifferent or wavering citizen, 
to exalt him to such a pitch, that he would lose his sense 
of proportion, or self-interest, and, forgetting all—wife, 
parents, home, and children—and seeing the great need 
of the country, fall in behind and enlist. He saw one 
working-man swinging his pail, and evidently not con- 
templating any such denouement to his day's work, 
pause, listen as the squad approached, hesitate as it 
drew close, and as it passed, with a peculiar look of un- 
certainty or wonder in his eyes, fall in behind and march 
solemnly away to the enlisting quarters. What was 
it that had caught this man? Frank asked himself. 
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