Part 51 (2/2)

American dash was, in military matters as in others, opposed to the engineering schemes dear to the scientific officers fresh from West Point Academy. Among their projects was the Dutch Gap Ca.n.a.l at City Point. When Grant, as his lieutenant-general, was conducted by the President to see the forces and their positions, the guide made known his opinion of the undertaking in his frank manner, consonant with the new commander's bluntness.

”Grant, do you know what this reminds me of? In the outskirts of our Springfield, there was a blacksmith of an ingenious turn, who could make something of pretty nigh anything in his line. But he got hold of a bit of iron one day that he attempted to make into a corn-knife, but the stuff would not hold an edge, so he reasoned it would be a claw-hammer; but that would be a loss of overplus, and he tried to make an ax-head. That did not come out to a five-pounder; and, getting disgusted, he blew up the fire to a white heat around the metal ma.s.s, when, yanking it out with his tongs, he flung it into the water-tub hard by, and cried out:

”'Well, if I can't make anything of you, I'll make a fizzle anyhow!'

”Well, general, I am afeared that that's what we'll make of the Dutch Gap Ca.n.a.l.”

”FORGET OVER A GRAVE!”

When the _Chronicle_, of Was.h.i.+ngton, had the n.o.ble courage to speak well of ”Stonewall” Jackson, accidentally shot, as a brave soldier, however mistaken as an American, Lincoln wrote to the editor:

”I honor you for your generosity to one who, though contending against us in a guilty cause, was nevertheless a gallant man. Let us forget his sins over a fresh-made grave.”

IF HE FELT THAT WAY--START!

Although Colonel Dana, of the private branch of the War Office Intelligence Department, might have claimed exemption from active service, he never spared himself, though such a messenger ran not only the common military dangers, but of the Johnnies treating him as a spy. During the battles of the Wilderness, acute was the trepidation in Was.h.i.+ngton, where no news had come since a couple of days--Grant having ”cut loose” and buried himself in the midst of the foes.

Nevertheless, Dana had a train at Maryland Avenue to take him to the front, and a horse and escort to see him farther; he came to take the President's last orders. But the other had been reflecting on the perils into which he would be sending his favorite despatch-bearer.

”You can't tell where Lee is, or what he is doing; _Jeb_ Stuart is on the rampage pretty lively between the Rappahannock and the Rapidan. It is considerable risk, and I do not like to expose you to it.”

”But I am all ready; and we are equipped, if it comes to the worst, to run!”

”Well, now, if you feel that way--start!”--(E. P. Mitch.e.l.l, from Dana.)

FIGURES WILL PROVE ANYTHING.

Toward the finish of the Rebellion, Lincoln was asked to what number the enemy might amount. He replied with singular readiness:

”The Confederates have one million two hundred thousand men in the field.”

Astonishment being manifested at the precision, he went on, smiling:

”Every time a Union commander gets _licked_, he says the enemy outnumbered him three or four times. We have three or four hundred thousand, so--logic is logic! they are three times that; say, one million two hundred thousand.”

As a fact, at the grand review before the President (Johnson) the two armies of Grant and Sherman, May, 1865, two hundred thousand veterans filed past. Lincoln should have lived to see that glorious march past.

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