. A personal history of Ulysses S. Grant, and sketch of Schuyler Colfax. be expelled. On the morning of the fifteenth of May, 1839, Ulysses,in his eighteenth year, parted from his mother and youngerbrothers and sisters at the door of the old homestead. Thenhe went across the street to say good-bye to Mrs. and her daughters bade him farewell with tears. Thistouched the undemonstrative boy, who exclaimed :— Why, you mast be sorry I am going. They didn t cryat our house. These early friends of his he has never ceased to regardwith affection. On his way to West Point he spent several da
. A personal history of Ulysses S. Grant, and sketch of Schuyler Colfax. be expelled. On the morning of the fifteenth of May, 1839, Ulysses,in his eighteenth year, parted from his mother and youngerbrothers and sisters at the door of the old homestead. Thenhe went across the street to say good-bye to Mrs. and her daughters bade him farewell with tears. Thistouched the undemonstrative boy, who exclaimed :— Why, you mast be sorry I am going. They didn t cryat our house. These early friends of his he has never ceased to regardwith affection. On his way to West Point he spent several days withhis mothers relatives in Philadelphia. That city he hadalways longed to see, and he wandered about the streets,Franklin-like, spending his money freely, until he hadbarely enough left with which to finish his journey. Onthe tenth of June he reached West Point, passed his exam-ination without difficulty, and entered at once upon hisscholastic duties. The site of the Military Academy had much to stir theenthusiasm, and its history much to captivate the imagina-. • HE NORTH BARRACKS. THE MESS HALL. CADET GRANT AT WEST POINT. rH, ; flJ 1777.] Its Scenery and Stirring Memories. 77 tion of tlie young cadet. It occupies a beautiful plateauon the west Ibank of the Hudson, fifty-two miles aboveNew York. Half a mile in the rear, and five hundred feethigher, a bluff is crowned with old Fort Putnam. Fromthe parade ground of the Academy, one hundred andfifty feet above the water, one looks out upon some of theloveliest scenery on the eastern half of our continent. Belowruns the placid blue river and on every side rise the haze-covered crests of Butter Hill, Crows Nest, BreakneckMountain, and other lovely peaks of the Highlands. The region is rich in memorials of our struggle for Inde-pendence. The British were exceedingly anxious to obtaincontrol of the Hudson, for with uninterrupted passage toits head-waters and beyond, by the use of portages andLakes George and Champlain, could
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