... what is called South River, I am not sure which, at any rate a mere brook), and kept straight on for Garrett's Tavern. Grant, mounted on the purloined black pony, ambled along at a great pace, but General Meade , who got his pride up at Grant's rapidity, set off at a rate that soon raised a cloud of dust and left the Lieutenant-General far behind; where-at George G. was much pleased, and his aides much the c...