“I told you so,” said Bass, when the news of the battle reached Berlin. “The boys in Company B will have their hands full. They will reach the front in time to take part in this fall's campaign. I shall wait till next summer, and then if there's a call for another cavalry regiment to fight the rebels, I'll go down and help whip 'em some more.”
When the news of Grant's glorious capture of Vicksburg, and Meade's splendid victory at Gettysburg, was received in Berlin, I made up my mind that the crisis had arrived. I said to Bass:
“Nat, our time's come.”
“How so?”
“We've waited a year, and they've called for another regiment of cavalry.”
“Then I believe I'll go.”
“So'll I.”
“Where's the regiment being raised?”
“In Troy.”
“Will your father let you go?”