In the crowd I saw the officer with whom I had had the passage at reveille that morning.

His face was pale, and lips compressed.

I foresaw a scene, but sat on the front seat of the carriage as quiet as a lamb.

This officer forced his way through the crowd to the carriage, and said: "Mr.President, I have a cause of grievance.
This morning I went to speak to Colonel Sherman, and he threatened to shoot me." Mr.Lincoln, who was still standing, said, "Threatened to shoot you ?" "Yes, sir, he threatened to shoot me." Mr.Lincoln looked at him, then at me, and stooping his tall, spare form toward the officer, said to him in a loud stage-whisper, easily heard for some yards around: "Well, if I were you, and he threatened to shoot, I would not trust him, for I believe he would do it." The officer turned about and disappeared, and the men laughed at him.

Soon the carriage drove on, and, as we descended the hill, I explained the facts to the President, who answered, "Of course I didn't know any thing about it, but I thought you knew your own business best." I thanked him for his confidence, and assured him that what he had done would go far to enable me to maintain good discipline, and it did.
By this time the day was well spent.