fe, and in it he may be said to have hit the mark.
His careless dress and modesty had not entirely hidden the man beneath them.
And now follows a darkening time, in which he misses the mark altogether.
War had forced him to exert himself.
When war stopped, he stopped also.
His ease-loving nature furnished no inward ambition to keep him going; and so, in the dead calm of a frontier post, he degenerated.
This drifting and stagnation filled thirteen years, but is not long to tell.
In July, 1848, he left Mexico for Mississippi with his regiment.
He was a brevet captain, and twenty-six years old. In August he was married.
As quartermaster, the regiment s new headquarters at Detroit should have been his post that winter; but a brother officer, ordered to Sackett's Harbor, preferred the gayety of Detroit, and managed--one sees the thing to-day often enough — to have Grant sent to Sackett's Harbor, and himself made acting quartermaster at Detroit.
This meanness was righted by Gener