Major-General Grant, with his new twin-stars, Who, oddly, cared so little for reading newspapers, Though Jesse Grant wrote dozens of letters to them Pointing out all the wonders his son had done And wringing one dogged letter from that same son That should have squelched anybody but Jesse Grant. It did not squelch him. He was a business man, And now Ulysses had astonished Galena By turning out to be somebody after all; Ulysses’ old father was going to see him respected And, incidentally, try to wangle a contract For army-harness and boom the family tannery. It was a great surprise when Ulysses refused, The boy was so stubborn about it. And everywhere Were business-people, picking up contraband cotton, Picking up army-contracts, picking up shoddy, Picking up shoes and blankets, picking up wagons, Businesslike robins, picking up juicy earthworms, Picking up gold all over Tom-Tiddler’s Ground, And Ulysses wouldn’t see it. Few people have been More purely Yankee, in essence, than Jesse Grant.