American, unless you except the office of Sheriff which is held by a
Frenchman who speaks broken English, but was born here.

Write to me soon. Julia and the children join me in sending love to
all of you.

Yours truly,

ULYSSES.




[To his brother Simpson. This letter is a naive expression of a
fundamental trait in Grant's character, belief in the essential
honesty of every man.]

St. Louis,
Oct. 24th, 1859.

DEAR BROTHER:

I have been postponing writing to you hoping to make a return for your
horse, but as yet I have received nothing for him. About two weeks ago
a man spoke to me for him and said that he would try him the next day,
and if he suited, give me $100 for him. I have not seen the man since;
but one week ago last Saturday he went to the stable and got the
horse, saddle and bridle, since which I have seen neither man nor
horse. From this I presume he must like him. The man, I understand,
lives in Florisant, about twelve miles from the city.