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Was it fair to his brave mother for him to go , too -- was it right ? `` Yes mother , '' he said , soberly . The Legion came next morning and pitched camp in a woodland of oak and sugar trees , where was to be voiced a patriotic welcome by a great editor , a great orator , and young Crittenden . Before noon , company streets were laid out and lined with tents and , when the first buggies and rockaways began to roll in from the country , every boy-soldier was brushed and burnished to defy the stare of inspection and to quite dazzle the eye of masculine envy or feminine admiration . In the centre of the woodland was a big auditorium , where the speaking was to take place . After the orators were done , there was to be a regimental review in the bluegrass pasture in front of historic Ashland . It was at the Colonel 's tent , where Crittenden went to pay his respects , that he found Judith Page , and he stopped for a moment under an oak , taking in the gay party of women and officers who sat and stood about the entrance .