In the autumn of 1864—after the strain of the Wilderness campaign
here is a furrowed brow above eyes worn by pain.
In the pictures of the previous year the forehead is more smooth, the expression grave yet confident.
Here the expression is that of a man who has won, but won at a bitter cost.
It is the memory of the 50,000 men whom he left in the Wilderness campaign and at Cold Harbor that has lined this brow, and closed still tighter this inflexible mouth.
Again, as in the series above, the eyes are not revealed until the last picture.
Then again flashes the determination of a hero.
The great general's biographers say that Grant was a man of sympathy and infinite pity.
It was the more difficult for him, spurred on to the duty by grim necessity, to order forward the lines in blue that withered, again and again, before the Confederate fire, but each time weakened the attenuated line which confronted them.|