had ever been able to feel as sure as that.
This utter certainty of the Union
's success burned in Grant
like a central fire, and, with all his limitations, made his will a great natural force which gravitated simply and irresistibly to its end. Lincoln
; beginning to feel it from afar, answered the grave complaints that rose after the carnage of Shiloh
: “I can't spare this man: he fights.”
And presently, during the impatient days of Vicksburg
failures, he insists: “I rather like the man. I think we'll try him a little longer.”
Finally comes the renowned remark, when they tell him of Grant
's intemperance: “I wish I knew what brand of whiskey he drinks.
I would send a barrel to all my other generals.”
felt the power near at hand, as he fought under Grant
, and wrote to him that it was something which he could liken “to nothing else than the faith a Christian has in his Saviour.”
Through this faith, then, the obscure man from