Morning journal and courier., 1890-03-03
ampaigns he wore a private soldiers over

campaigns he wore private soldiers over coat.
 His tent was as plain as that of 6 captain; . little larger than those of his staff, because he sometimes wanted to invite important generals into it to discuss his plans, and there was second or inner division, for Mrs. Grant was much with him when the armies were not in motion; but there were few general officers in the army lodged 90 plainly as the chief of them all. The mess was as simple as everything else. All of his personal staff shared it with him, and took their turns in catering for month at time. The table was long one, for there were ne- cessarily many visitors at the headquarters of the army. Grant did not sit at the head, for then he would have carved, but on the right of the caterer, who presided for the while.
 The mess was we'll supplied with beef, canned vegetables, condensed milk, coffee, rice, etc., but the cooking could hardly be considered delicate. In camp we had soft tack like private soldiers. Chickens were supplied in the season, and few other such dainties, but not regularly. At Christmas and Thanksgiving some thoughtful patriot of the north would send turkeys enough to go round; but can't remember cranberries or mince pies. Grant was very fond of oys- ters, and the caterers always gratifed this taste whenever possible. But he had few preferences of this sort, and more dislikes than positive likings; mutton he never touched in the field. He was not in the least an epicure; what he relished best was some plain dish Dslmonico never heard of. This peculiarity remained to the last. After all his experience of courts and dinner.tables abroad he came back at his own house to the homely fare which he preferred. He dis liked to sit long over his meals and hated to wait for the courses to be changed. In the last year of his life he would complain when the family were alone if the delay at table was great or the ceremony elaborate.
 There was never wine or spirits on the ta- ble in the field, nor was either ever offered at his headquarters in his presence. If any of his officers kept whiskey it was in their own tents, and Grant neither saw it nor shared it.
 Breakfast was rarely earlier than nine and often as late as ten o'clock, for Grant rose late whenever there was no need to rise ear ly, and we always waited until he was ready to sit down. He hardly ever went to bed till one or two o'clock in the morning, and therefore liked his pillow even if it was hard. He often used to say that he was an indolent man, and think he was naturally. His temperament was phiegmatio if not sluggish; certainly he was disinclined to ex- ertion after he. was forty years of age. It was only when spurred on by incentives that he became so prompt and energetic.
 Then of course no one excelled him. He could outride any of his staff, go without food or sleep longer than the youngest; en- dure heat or cold, or rain, or fatigue, or ex- posture. apparently without ill-effect, or any effect at all.
 Many time on the march have watched him sitting upright in his saddle. without sign of being worn, after hours, yes, days and nights, of weary riding. Re never seemed to care to stop for drink or food, or hardly for rest After the first days fight at Shiloh he lay at frat under tree, but the rain was furious and hs went into 8 field hospital for shelter, and fell asleep with the surgeons operating around him. It was for tunate that he was not high strung or ner- vous. Yet he was not indifferent to human suffering. I have known him leave a hurdle race because he did not wish to look on life unnecessarily risked, though, when shere was need, he could witness slaughter, or order it, unmoved.
 The tone of talk at Grants headquarters was as familiar as the style of living. Seve- ral of the men who had been longest with Grant were palmer than himself in their habits and tastes. Rawlins, the ablest of all, had been charcoal burner, and though of course a man of marked energy, and able to hold his own in conversation with the most competent, was at times decidedly uncouth in language. Grant himself was never pro- fane in speech, but Rawlins was habitually and exceedingly 50. He was profoundly at tached to Grant, but did not always display the same respect in manner or language which the others maintained. Grant par doned this because he knew there was no in- tention of disrespect, and because he valued Rawlins' regard and services. But I once heard him rebuke Rawlins. It was during c.. orl kha Ia$k hat d. ed in the capture of Lee. The frst day or two out brought no result; the weather was bad, the roads were almost impossible, and Rawlins was very anxious to induce Grant to return to camp and postpone the movement. But Grant was determined to persevere, and Rawlins, with the bsss or motives, became very urgent, even presumptuous in his Ian puage, in the presence of Meade and one CT two of Grants own staff. Finally Grant got nettled, and, turning short, exclaimed: "Who commands these armies, General Raw 1ins, you or I?'
 Rawlins was very much hurt; he went to his tent and declared to ma that he would resign. But General Grant was sorry that he had wounded 80 true friend, and took an early opportunity to soothe him and show him some mark of consideration before us all. He was always 10th to hurt the feelings of those indifferent to him; but when he touched the sensitiveness of friend he was more pained than the one whom he offended.
 But though no one at that time spoke to him with the same freedom as Rawlins, for no one else of the staff had been with him 50 long and under the peculiar experiences of his early campaign, still the whole atmos- phere of the headquarters was intimate and at times familiar. Grant conversed with great out-spokenuess with all. He liked 6 joke, either to tell one himself or to hear a good one; he liked to gossip about old West Point friends, and to tell about his earlier battles. He always joined the circle around the campfire at night, and his presence seemed no restraint, except that, because of his own purity of conversation, no one ever told, while he was by, the sort of stories that are often common around camp-6res. Grants purity, indeed, was not confined to language In all my intimacy with him of abroad, I never saw the slightest indication of irre9ularity of life. opened all his let ters for years, and not one was ever ad dressed to him that intimated lapse or threatened disclosure. Yet though he was thus familiar he never betrayed secret, military or personal, that he meant to with. hold. He would stop short in conversation at once if question was asked that might lead to more than he was ready to unfold. He could keep his own counsel better than any man ever knew and yet not seem to be restraining himself.
 For Grant was man of much deeper emo. tions than he revealed. Sometimes have thought that he had just as much ambition and even vanity as any one else. only the marvellous faculty of concealing both, and at any rate he was not stolid because he was serene. If, indeed, he was full of designs under his mask of imperturbability and in- difference, his intellectual quality was all the greater to be capable both of the restraint and the designs. And who shall say that he had not a right to keep his own plans and intentions to himselfs If in this way he de- ceived it was not his fault, but that of the lookers-on. He did not pretend, he did not simulate. Bismarck, they say, dsceives most completely when he tells the absolute truth, and Grant had not few traits in common with Bismarck.