asn't Grant's fault. The Rebs
came back and chased 'em out into their boats on the river. Brinsmade,
you remember hearing about that.

"Grant did the coolest thing you ever saw. He sat on his horse at the
top of the bluff while the boys fell over each other trying to get on
the boat. Yes, sir, he sat there, disgusted, on his horse, smoking a
cigar, with the Rebs raising pandemonium all around him. And then, sir,"
cried the General, excitedly, "what do you think he did? Hanged if he
didn't force his horse right on to his haunches, slide down the whole
length of the bank and ride him across a teetering plank on to the
steamer. And the Rebs just stood on the bank and stared. They were so
astonished they didn't even shoot the man. You watch Grant," said the
General. "And now, Stephen," he added, "just you run off and take hold
of the prettiest girl you can find. If any of my boys object, say I sent
you."

The next Monday Stephen had a caller. It was little Tiefel, now a first
lieutenant with a bristly beard and tanned face, come to town on a few
days' furlough. He had been with Lyon at Wilson's Creek, and he had
a sad story to tell of how he found poor Richter, lying stark on that
bloody field, with a smile of peace upon his face. Strange that he
should at length have been killed by a sabre!

It was a sad meeting for those two, since each reminded the other of
a dear friend they would see no more on earth. They went out to sup
together in the German style; and gradually, over his beer, Tiefel
forgot his sorrow. Stephen listened with an ache to the little man's
tales of the campaigns he had been through. So that presently Tiefel
cried out:

"Why, my friend, you are melancholy as an owl. I will tell you a funny
story. Did you ever hear of one General Sherman? He that they say is
crazy?"

"He is no more crazy than I am," said Stephen, warmly--

"Is he not?" answered Tiefel, "then I will show you a mistake. You
recall last November he was out to Sedalia to inspect the camp there,
and he sleeps in a little country store where I am quartered. Now up
gets your General Sherman in the middle of the night,--midnight,--and
marches up and down between the counters, and waves his arms. So, says
he, 'land so,' says he, 'Sterling Price will be here, and Steele here,
and this column will take that road, and so-and-so's a damned fool. Is
not that crazy? So he walks up and down for three eternal hours. Says
he, 'Pope has no business