. What happened to me . ncilethe man before me with my preconceived ideaof the great warrior. It might all be summedup in the explanation that the bravest are thetenderest. XXXI AT THE WHITE HOUSE NOT long after General Grant becamePresident he sent an order to my Soldierand Mrs. Grant extended an invitationto me and our little ones to visit them at theWhite Honse. The Southern train, usuallylate, was on time for once, and we came outof the station just as the Presidents carriageappeared. Hello, Pickett! he called out. Up to yourold war tricks, coming in ahead of the train! The President refer
. What happened to me . ncilethe man before me with my preconceived ideaof the great warrior. It might all be summedup in the explanation that the bravest are thetenderest. XXXI AT THE WHITE HOUSE NOT long after General Grant becamePresident he sent an order to my Soldierand Mrs. Grant extended an invitationto me and our little ones to visit them at theWhite Honse. The Southern train, usuallylate, was on time for once, and we came outof the station just as the Presidents carriageappeared. Hello, Pickett! he called out. Up to yourold war tricks, coming in ahead of the train! The President referred to an incident of thewar; my Soldier, wishing to go from HanoverJunction to Eichmond, applied to General Leefor a pass. At that time the cars were socrowded that travel by rail was not permittedexcept on official business or by special per-mission. General Lee, just boarding the trainfrom Richmond on military duty, referred himto the Adjutant-General. As there was nottime to visit the Adjutant and be in Richmond 288. ULYSSES S. GRANT WHAT HAPPENED TO ME 289 at the desired hour, my Soldier mounted hishorse, Lucy, and rode into the city, waiting atthe station to salute General Lee as he steppedfrom the train. My first view of Washington was from thePresidents carriage, though it could scarcelybe called a view of the city, as the carriagecontained all my world and my attention wasmore particularly centered therein. We were received with warm hospitality byMrs, Grant, who proved to be a charminghostess, and all went well until night came, whenI was so afraid my baby would cry that I couldhardly sleep. The next day when my Soldierspoke of my uneasiness the President, puttinghis hat on the boys head and his stick betweenhis legs, said: There, ride your horse and tell them youllcry as much as you please; that you own thishouse. One evening when we were reminiscing I toldMrs. Grant of the first time I had seen her, andmy Soldier, who loved to tease me, repeated,much to my dismay, m
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