was so anxious to have the colt that . . . my father yielded, but said twenty dollars was all the horse was worth, and told me to offer that price.
If it was not accepted, I was to offer twenty-two and a half, and, if that would not get him, to give the twenty-five.
I at once mounted a horse, and went for the colt.
When I got to Mr. Ralston
's house, I said to him, Papa says I may offer you twenty dollars for the colt, but, if you won't take that, I am to offer twenty-two and a half; and, if you won't take that, to give you twenty-five.”
He was eight when this happened; and when, after all his vicissitudes, he came to die, the same native candour and guilelessness, like truth at the well's bottom, shone unclouded in his heart.
No experience of deceit seems to have cured him of this inveterate simplicity or warned him that others did not possess it. “Grant
believes every one as honest as himself,” was said of him during