he futile Fremont, now in command of the department; but Grant spoiled their plans, and they accordingly revived the story of his drinking.
By order of his surgeon he had taken some whiskey; and that was the whole of it. But it was enough.
General Prentiss, a little jealous about rank, departed from Grant's jurisdiction, saying, I will not serve under a drunkard.
The slander reached Washburne through the newspapers; and he, his faith in Grant already great, but not yet impregnable as it soon ichardson, he handed it to Grant.
The general, who had suffered keenly from these reports, read it with much feeling, and said emphatically: Yes, that's right,--exactly right.
Send it by all means.
It is a creditable story to every one except Prentiss and the contractors; and it reveals Rawlins in a bright light.
No wonder Grant let him swear whenever he wanted.
For a little while Grant was ordered about hither and thither in Missouri; but there is nothing decisive to record until, soon a