real man from the depths of his grief.
And generally he managed to keep a face like stone; but, upon the occasion when he learned of his friend McPherson
's death, he went into his tent, and wept like a child.
At this time he walked in intimate silence with C. F. Smith
, his West Point
commandant, and his temporary superior now; and those who saw them say that Grant
's manner to Smith
was something of an old pupil's respect and something of a plain man's admiration for his more polished and splendid friend, while Smith
, on his side, treated Grant
as a creature whose larger dimensions he felt and bowed to. Some further pictures of Grant
show several sides of the man. On the eve of the surrender, Pillow
had made a desperate sortie while Grant
was conferring with Foote
on his gunboat.
For a while it was a bad business; and when Grant
returned, he flushed at the havoc made in