 I want to share with you some of the feelings that an eyewitness wrote. As they came down the bench, you could scarcely see them for the dust. I want to have you think about that. When they entered the city, the folks came running from every quarter to get a glimpse of the long-looked four hand carts. I shall never forget the feeling that ran through my whole system as I caught the first sign of them. The first hand cart was drawn by a man and his wife. They had a little flag on it.