Democratic Sentinel, Volume 9, Number 28, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 August 1885 — REMINISCENCES OF GRANT. [ARTICLE]

REMINISCENCES OF GRANT.

Gen. Horace Porter’s Recollections. (Mount MacGregor special.! Gen. Porter said he felt keenly for Mrs. • Grant, for he knew how very strong was the bond of affection between her and her late husband. They were always together, except when the General was in the field, ■ and there always existed between them the utmost harmony. Speaking of Gen. Grant s disposition, Gen. Porter said: “It was one of the happiest dispositions I ever knew. I was with him for nine consecutive years, never leaving his side but for a few hours at a time, and I never knew him to be angry. The nearest approach to it was once when he saw a teamst?r unmercifully beaitng a poor horse. The General dashed up to him and said: ‘You scoundrel! you ought to be ashamed of yourself.’ The teamster made some impertinent reply, and the General ordered him tied up by the hands. Gen. Grant never in his life uttered an oath. I never heard him even utter the mildest form of an imprecation, which is a most unusual thing in the free-and-easy atmosphere of army life. This fame happy disposition was one of the reasons why all those who were immediately about him, from the humblest dependent up, were so devotedly attached to him. An instance of this is shown in the case of Albert Hawkins, the coal-black coachman, who has asked permission to drive the hearse at the General’s funeral. I don’t know where the Geneial got Albert, but it was before he was made President the first time. Gen. Grant was pre-eminently a man of the people. His heart warmed to them, and he liked to mingle in throngs. In journeys by rail he loved to leave his private car and go out into the smoker and sit down in the seat with somebody and chat. Yet he could very effectually crush undue familiarity. I remember once comil g up with him from Long Branch. We were in the smoking-car, and a roufeh-looking fellow who sat in the seat in front of us glanced around and recognized the General. Tipping a wink to those about him, he turned around to the Geneial, and said: ‘ Say, Cap, give us a light, will ye?’ Gen. Grant looked calmly over him with that imperturbable face of his, and then, taking out his match-box, he handed the man two matches. There was that about this simple little action which definitely checked any further advances, and the man who had tried it, from that time on, was very much interested in the passing landscape. “I never in my life saw but oae man so cool under fire as was Gen. Grant,” continued Gen. Porter, “and that was a bugler in the Fourth Cavalry. Both the General and this man could look right in the face of the heaviest fire without even so much as winking. Not one man out of thousands can be found who will not involuntarily move when bullets whistle by his ear, but Gen. Grant never moved a muscle. He was also a wonderfully ready man. I remember that second day’s fight at the Wilderness, when in the evening word came in ■that Shaler had been captured, that Seymour had been captured, and Sedgwick’s command driven back. Gen. Grant coolly and swiftly gave his orders, moving thousands of men here and thousands the situation for days instead of a few minutes, and was basing his movements on carefully matured plans. He was also equally quick in expressing his opinions when suddenly called upon to do so, and when people requested his views on certain points, and asked him to write them down when he had thought them over, he would say: ‘I can write them down now for you.’ Then he would take pen and paper, and quickly write page after page so clearly and concisely that not an interlineation would be required. He wrote his message vetoing the inflation of the currency in just this way. He sat down at a little round table in bis bed-room and wrote rapidly on until he hid finished, and the message contained one of the most exhaustive analyses of our currency system that have ever been published. “In the field the General usually wore a common blue army blouse and a slouch hat He had two horses, one called Jeff Davis and the other Cincinnati. Jeff Davis was captured down on Davis’ plantation, I believe. It was a brown pony, and a very easy-riding animal. Gen. Grunt rode this horse when I accompanied him to the front at the time the mine was exploded in front of Petersburg. There was some bungling about the work, and the General pushed on to the front. The men did not recognize him as he hurried through their ranks. Dismounting from his horse, he leaped over the works, crawled through the abattis, and pushed on to the extreme front. Gen. Grant was one of the best horsemen I ever saw. He could ride easily on any horse, no matter how awkward his gait was, and he had the knack of getting out of his horse all there was in him, too. I remember once when Mr. Bonner asked him if he did not want to drive one of his horses. The General replied that he did, and drove the horse over the course, getting out of him the second fastest time he had ever made. He had a strong, friendly way of handling a horse that at once won his confidence, just as a little child feels confidence in the nurse who holds him gently and securely.” Grant at Vicksburg His Kindness to Those About Him. {Dr. E. A. Duncan, in Louisville CourierJournal. J “How did General Grant appear before Vicksburg?" “As plain as an old stove. It was hard to make the new troops believe that it was him as he rode over the field. He wore a common soldier’s blouse frizzled out at the bottom, and cavalry pants stuffed in his boots. He wore a low-crowned, black hat, without so much as a gold cord. The simplest Major General’s straps were the only thing about his dress that told his rank. He always rode a splendid horse, however, and the trappings of the steed were always in full uniform. But that was due to his orderly more than anything else. He delighted in a good horse. He usually kept six of them on hand—two or three in the field at the same time. His favorite war horse was of the noted Lexington of Kentucky stock, and I think he called him Lexington. ” "Was the General a luxurious liver?” “By no means. He enjoyed a good meal as much as any one, but never complained of what was set before him. He would have been satisfied with hard-tack and sow-belly. He did not drink a drop of liquor during the siege of Vicksburg. He had promised General Rawlins, afterward his Chief of Staff and Secretary of War, at fihiloh, to abstain. He never broke over

but once from that day to the close of the war, and that was accidental. A banquet was given to him and General Banks after the fall of at New Orleans, and in the conviviality of the hour he took a few glasses of wine. ” “How did the General treat those about him?” “With the greatest kindness and respect. He had less egotism than any great man I ever saw. He was eager to give every man a full measure of praise and appreciation for what he did. He would even hunt out what each man merited. One element of his greatness was his desire to pull up his Iriends with him. It never occurred to him to claim the glory of any campaign. He always spoke of his victories as due to this, that, and the other General. He was the best balanced man I ever saw. I never once saw him exalted by the most glowing success nor depressed by failure, He took things as they came. He had more of the qualities that inspire heio worship than any one I ever came in contact with. Such a man does not appear but once in an age. He rarely ever used a profane word. When angry, which was rare, he was the opposite of other men. He would then knit his brows, compress his lips, and speak slowly. ” “What day did he enter Vicksburg?” “The 4th of July. Gen. Pemberton wanted him to enter the day before, but he replied: ‘No, I have been waiting to celebrate the 4th.’ The first thing he did was to issue abundant rations and parole the prisoners. That was a master stroke to parole them, for had he sent them North they would have been a tremendous expense to the Government, and as soon as exchanged they would have returned to the rebel ranks. As it was they were glad to go home and remain on their parole.” “You say Gen. Sherman was in full sympathy with Gen. Grant?” “Assuredly. I remember to have heard Gen. Sherman use a remarkable sentence in speaking of his chief. Said he: ‘The thing that makes Gen. Grant so great is, that it is impossible to incumber him with men or responsibilities. He could command a million men if you could get a field big enough. Gen. Grant commanded the longest line of battle ever fought in the history of the world—that is Mission Ridge, seven miles. Fighting was going on that entire length at cnce. The General sat quietly by a little telegraph instrument and ordered commander after commander to develop what was in front of him. He always knew what he was doing. He once ordered a certain general, whose name I will not give, to make an assault. The genei al, who did not want him to succeed, replied: “I fully comprehend your order, but to carry it out is the destraction of my army. ” Gen. Grant instantly sat down and wrote: “I am gla d you ‘comprehend my order;’ obey it. ” Victory was the result.’ “Gen. Grant was the first one to discover the brilliant fighting and commanding qualities of John A. Logan. It is a mistake that any of Gen. Logan’s preferment came from political centers— he won it all on the field with his sword under Gen. Grant’s eye. They had absolute faith in each other, and were as affectionate as brothers. There was no man north of Mason and Dixon’s line that so quickly forgot the bitterness engendered by the war. No one had a higher appreciation of the valor and brilliancy of the Southern soldiers. He said Lee’s Army of Northern Virginia had never been excelled on earth. ” “Where did you first see Gen. Grant?” “At Galena, 111., before the war. He was sitting in front of his father’s tannery whittling and smoking a small pipe. He cared nothing for business. He hid no idea of its details. He would not have known a piece of bank paper from a Chinese wash bill. Capt. Grant, as he was then called, looked about as old then as he did four years ago, when I saw him last. ” “Did you live in Illinois?” “Yes; I practiced medicine within twenty miles of the General. ”

A Generous Offer. (Washington special ] “ Gen. Grant has received the most delicate and heartfelt sympathy in his illness and misfortunes from some of the Confederate officers and soldiers who had known him in the old army,” said an intimate friend of his the other day. “And apropos of this is an incident which occurred last year. When the news of his complete pecuniary collapse became public there was a very general expression of regret all over the country, and many offers of assistance were tendered, none of which, however, he accepted. I was sitting with him at his residence in New York one morning while he was going over his daily mail, when he looked up with a curious expression, and said: ‘I want you to listen to this,’ and then he proceeded to read. It was a letter from an old qfficer in the United States army whom Grant had known in Mexico, who left the sen ice about the same time Grant did, and subsequently became a distinguished Confederate General. The letter, as well as I can remember, ran this way:

“My Dear Grant: You and I have known each other for many years, and because of that long, and." in its early days, intimate acquaintance, and friendship, I venture to ask you to do me a favor. I have read in the papers that, by reason of circumstances beyond your control, you have lost the means you relied upon as a maintenance during the balance of your life. The favor I wish to ask is that you will allow me to send you SIO,OOO, to be considered as a loan and repaid at your own convenience. I know you will receive this request in the spirit I make it, and the only condition I couple with it is that the matter shall be kept a secret between us. Upon a notice of your accsptance I will send the amount to you in the shape of my personal check on the Bank of New York. Be assured, my dear Grant, that you will confer a personal favor on me by permitting me to be of this slight service to yon. ” “Do you know who it was?” was asked of the speaker. “Yes,” he replied, “but I cannot give his name. He is a man of large fortune and could easily have done it, but, res; .cting his friend’s wish. Grant desired that his name should not be made public. I have never seen Gen. Grant show so much emotion and appreciation as he did in this instance. Shortly after that Congress passed the bill empowering the President to retire a former General officer of the army on full pay, and Grant was at once nominated and confirmed, and thus was put beyond the need of availing himself of the generous liberality of his friends. ” There is reason to believe that the person who wrote Gen. Grant the letter mentioned was Gen. S. B. Buckner, of Kentucky.