Western Kansas world., 1885-08-29

|, with q threat from the man inside that
if they entered some one would be killed.
This threat rather staggered Boss,
who was inclined to believe the man
meant what he said. Mr.. Thomas tried
to convince the young deputy that it was
his duty to enter the store even at the
expense of breaking down the door, but
BOSS" could not see it in that light.
i Grant had watched the proceedings
thus far quietly, without saying q word,
but becoming impatient, he said to
"Boss" "Mr. Deputy, if you are afraid to
90 into the building yourself, why don't
you deputize some one to 60 in for your
|"Well," answered "Boss" sharply, who
felt keenly touched to have his courage
doubted, 81 will deputize you." Grant
was quite stout in those days, and obey
ing the command of thu officer, he
ste pped back from the store door some
ten or twelve feet, and coming up to it
with rush, he planted his right foot
near the lock and the door opened with
crash. Grant entered in an instant,
seized the man who had the gun, and
ordered him to go to work to help take
down and box the goods, and in short
time they were removed to Galena.
This is all there is about Gen. Grant do
ing business in Wisconsin.
| But this story would be imperfect
without another. After the war broke
out "Boss" Brunson joined the army and
by 1863 had been made second lieuten-
ant. In that year he was down at
Chattanooga and was one day command
ing large detail of r1en who were un-
loading commissary goods. BOSS" was
proud Of his shoulder straps and ordered
his men about with pompous all. while
his general bearing showed excessive
vanity. Just at that time special train
reached the depot and a number of Off
GERS aiighted and for moment stood on
the platform. One Of them, short
man, with common blouse on and
with nothing about him to denote his
rank, stopped for a minute or two in
tently watching the second lieutenant
working his men. Finally he approach
ed him in an easy, quiet way, and giving
the salute said: "Lieutenant, are ysu
rom Wisconsin,"
eyes, sir; I an," answered BOSS"
with loud voice accompanied by an
oath.
Then you live at Prairie du Chen, I
believer"
Yes, sir" replied 'Boss," II am from
Prairie du Chen, but who are your"
General Grant modestly said, "My
name is Grant" For q moment the
lieutenant stood in blank astonishn,ent,
and then exclaimed, "Great God, are
you General Grant? Well, you COM
mand me now, but 1 commanded you
once, and you knocked the door to-
in second"
PROPHECY OF HIS ABILITY.
Chicago Tribune.
A story of some interest is being told
by prominent gentleman in this city
which goes to show that the credit of
having first discovered General Grants
genius is claimed by Professor Davis of
West Point. At the time General Grant
graduated from West Point Professor
Davis and General Scammon, who had
graduated at West Point, were professors
there. The nightafter the class to which
Grant belonged had graduated Scammop
and Davis sat playing a game of whist.
Davis asked Scammon whom he consid-
cred the brightest man of the class.
Scammon answered that he thought the
brightest must be the one who come off
with the highest honors.
"You are wrong, said Professor Davis.
II tell you the smartest man in the class
is Little Grant" Davis said that the
reason Grants average was so low was
that he was untidy, and that he receiv-
ed black marks for his untidiness, which
brought down his average.
Scammon forgot all about this. He
went into the war, got to be brigadier-
general, was captured, and held in the
rebel lines. When he was finally ex /
changed, Grant was commander-iD-chief
of the union forces, and his praises were
being sung throughout the whole north.
On General Scammon's arrival in New
York he stopped at the stor House,
bought new clothes, and started out for q
walk. As he wandered along Broadway,
half in dream and half awake, he felt q
hand touch his shoulder, and, looking
around, was confronted by professor
Davis.
:"Whom did 1 say was the smartes
boy in the clsss?' he asked off.hand.
Oy JUNc! was Sdlu oCdm.
mon as he suddenly recalled the long
forgotten conversation. "He'sa hero, isn't
he?"
NOT AFRAID OF BULLETS.
News.
AS the siege wore on at Vicksburk, ad-
ditional precautions were necessary in
the trenches to avoid sharpshooters, and
in the rifle-pits the exposure of person
" was almost certain Tn to to bring disablement,
with portfolios, if 80 they might be
termed. It go happened one morning
that the writer and Private Alexander,
of Company I, 11th Indiana, were sta
toned in one of these pits, the approach
to which, owing to slight rise, was un-
der cross-fire for several yards, and it |
was customary to give warning of the
danger to the soldiers unfamiliar with |
this particular expOsure One Or the |