assmates to abstain from liquor for a year, he steadily refused to drink with his old friends.
The object of the cadets was to strengthen, by their example, one of their number who was falling into bad habits.
It has never been narrated that C. F. Smith, the commandant of cadets, sent for the boy once when he was in danger of being dismissed, and told him that he was capable of better things.
The words that passed on this occasion have died with the two that spoke them; but Grant loved and hwords that passed on this occasion have died with the two that spoke them; but Grant loved and honoured Smith with a special feeling, and a great deal lies behind the short sentence in the second chapter of the memoirs.
So West Point bears consistent witness to the good and the bad in Grant.
He left it in 1843, wishing naturally to be a dragoon, but was commissioned brevet second lieutenant in the Fourth Infantry, to which he reported for duty on September 30 at Jefferson Barracks, Missouri.
e forces against a Union command in Missouri.
On November 5, Grant wrote to C. F. Smith, who was holding the mouth of the Cumberland, The principal point to gain ist, 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 at Donelson show several sides of st to visit him, and take his hand.
The pen would linger over Donelson; over Smith's gallantry that saved the day on the 15th, and his delightful address to the Iions — the position at Pittsburg Landing in the enemy's country, selected by C. F. Smith.
But he looked for no battle just here.
And here Sidney Johnston surprised