“When General Grant reached the line of ragged, filthy, bloody, despairing prisoners . . . he lifted his hat and held it over his head until he passed the last man of that living funeral cortege,” recalled a prisoner. “He was the only officer in that whole train who recognized us as being on the face of the earth.”64 Once again the man badly stereotyped as a butcher showed more sensitivity toward his fallen adversaries than his colleagues.
