isco via the southern route and intends to come back
by the north. He will be in your city some days, and I am anxious
you should become acquainted, also that he should meet your wife
and daughter.

"If you are with the Pacific club please introduce him to some of
the old set--Hoffman, Tevis, Haggin, Rowie, etc., etc. Nearly all
my old banking friends have passed away, but I am sure he would be
pleased to meet Alvord and Brown, of the Bank of California, and
also Flood, of the Nevada Bank.

"Truly your friend,
"W. T. Sherman."

While in St. Louis, the "Evening Chronicle" of May 1, published
quite a long interview with me. General Sherman, during this
interview, sat somewhat aside, now and then putting in an emphatic
assent or suggestion. The general inquired of me if there was any
late news from Washington concerning General Sheridan. The reporter
then asked him what his opinion was as to the controversy between
General Sheridan and Secretary of War Endicott. The general
answered: "There is no controversy. It is simply an incident of
the conflict of authority which has existed between the Secretary
of War and the General of the Army since the days of Washington.
General Scott had to leave Washington on that account. I had to
leave there for the same reason, and Sheridan will have to go away."

Early Monday morning, May 4, we left on the St. Louis, Iron Mountain
& Southern railway. I had heard and read a great deal in St. Louis
about the mineral resources of the southeastern part of Missouri,
through which we passed, but from the cars we could gain no
information. We saw, on every side, herds of cattle, flocks of
sheep, and bands of horses and mules. For miles the forest woods
stretched away. We passed through the low lands of Arkansas,
covered with valuable timber. We passed through Texarkana, a city
located partly in Arkansas and partly in Texas, and not far from
Louisiana. We proceeded across the State of Texas, only catching
glimpses, here and there, of towns springing up, and broad fields
already planted with cotton.

In passing through Dallas, we met my old boyhood friend, A. Banning
Norton, who was there called Judge Norton. In 1844 he was so
earnest in his zeal and enthusiasm for Henry Clay that he vowed he
would not cut his hair until Clay was elected President of the
United States. Clay's defeat was a sad blow to Norton, but he
religiously kept his vow, and until the day of his deat