GENERAL GRANT OBEYS ORDERS.–

General Grant was walking the deck at City Point, absorbed in thought, and with the inevitable cigar in his mouth, when a negro guard touched his arm, saying, “No smoking on the dock, sir.” “Are these your orders?” asked the General, looking up. “Yes, sir,” replied the negro, courteously, but decidedly. “Very good orders,” said Grant, throwing his cigar into the water.

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