The effect was indescribably awful.

I saw my bald pate once, and almost fainted.

I was provided with a fearsome wig, of coarse, dark red hair, held in place by a black tape.

Persons who had pitied me for having "such a big head and so much hair" now found reason for comment "on my small head with no hair." The most expensive head cover never deceived anyone, however simple, and I was obliged to make my debut in St.Louis in this piteous plight.
We then had our first taste of western-southern cordiality and demonstrativeness.

It occurred to me that they showed more delight in welcoming us than our own home folks showed regret at our departure.
It was a liberal education to me.