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Book Excerpt: ne profile and was smooth shaven. I remember I found himexactly my ideal of the Duke of Wellington; for though I was only thenten or twelve years of age, I had my own ideas about every soldierfrom Alexander and Von Moltke to our own Captain Custer.It was in the garden behind the Patterson house that we met theGeneral, and he alarmed me very much by pulling my shoulders back andasking me my age, and whether or not I expected to be as brave asoldier as my grandfather, to which latter question I said, "Yes, General," and then could have cried with mortification, for all of thegreat soldiers laughed at me. One of them turned, and said to the onlyone who was seated, "That is Hamilton's grandson." The man who wasseated did not impress me very much. He was younger than the others.He wore a black suit and a black tie, and the three upper buttons ofhis waistcoat were unfastened. His beard was close-cropped, like ablacking-brush, and he was chewing on a cigar that had burned so fardown that I rememberRead Mor
