A University Is Just A Group Of

A Combination Of All That Was Best In The Gladdest Days Of The Departing Year.

My Second Book, Follow Me Down Had Some Success, Got Good Critical Notices, Went Into A Second Printing And Things Like That, But Shiloh Was By Far The Most Successful Of Those First Five Novels.

But The Same Thing Was True In The Army. You Slept In A Barracks With All Kinds Of People Of Every Nationality, Every Trade, Every Character And Quality You Can Imagine, And That Was A Good Experience.

North Was Only A Direction Indicated By A Compass--if A Man Had One, That Is, For Otherwise There Was No North Or South Or East Or West; There Was Only The Brooding Desolation.

Grant Was Something Rare In That Or Any War. He Could Learn From Experience.