Grant Grant, the Equestrian

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When Grant was on the Pacific coast during his first stint in the army, riding horses provided a level of respite for him.

"Once he guided his mount over the hurdles offered by a battery of cannon 'as easily and as gracefully as a circus rider'" - Triumph Over Adversity, Brooks D. Simpson.

Here is a wonderful link where it is possible to enjoy more stories about Grant and his riding abilities.

 
From what I read, Grant and Julia rode together often when they first courted before he went to Mexico.

I posted this in another post, but here is something that I read in Julia Grant's memoir. In this particular section of the memoir, the Grants had left the White House and they were on their tour around the world. They were riding horses through the Middle East. The Turkish governor had just presented the Grants with fresh horses:

Per her memoir:

"The General was delighted at getting a fresh horse and was impatient to be off, but I was rather timid about mounting the one sent for me, a great, fiery, dappled-gray stallion. I was hesitating and was making some little trouble about mounting when the General impatiently accused me of affectation, saying, "Do mount and do not be absurd, Julia." I did mount and sincerely wished as I did so that the horrid brute would run away with me, dash me over a precipice, and thus cause my husband to remember with regret his want of sympathy. Affectation, indeed! But I was not thrown over the precipice. I arrived safely, without even a jolt, though my horse would not allow anyone to ride near me, feeling no doubt that he was carrying some precious burden - at least, one unusual to his back - as every once in a while he would turn his head and look me squarely in the face with such an intelligent and amused look. I thought he meant to say, "Do not be afraid, no one shall approach you."

She wrote some more about how the General rode "far in advance" of her. She said, "I had purposely tarried with the young officers, still feeling some indignation at the General."
 
Most of the time, women do not ride stallions..they can be kind teste..all puns intended.. So I can understand the hesitation. And I love the fact that she shunned the general for being an *** about the situation! And then I can relate to the horse turning his head to look at her. Horses can be very expressive, so I can imagine that she would feel he is telling her all would be well. And I suspect he appreciated her quiet gentle hand on the rein..That head turn, as described say to me, "You, I will keep"...and a horse that is willing is really a blessing. They will work with you, and shift themselves so that if you get off balance they will save your arse from a fall..
 
From what I read, Grant and Julia rode together often when they first courted before he went to Mexico.
Yes, they did, and Julia was also a very competent rider from what I understand.

I posted this in another post, but here is something that I read in Julia Grant's memoir
I really enjoyed this post in the previous thread. It shows Julia had a really stubborn streak, too. I sure there were many times Grant either amused, or was amused by her. He was probably secretly smiling to himself at her little 'tirade' and not the least bit threatened by her tarrying with the younger officers in an attempt to make him regret his words. But, I do love the fact she let him know she was displeased with him. I guess you're never quite done with the ups and downs of relationships no matter how much you love eachother and how long you are together :laugh:
 
And I love the fact that she shunned the general for being an *** about the situation!
:D

a horse that is willing is really a blessing. They will work with you, and shift themselves so that if you get off balance they will save your arse from a fall.
By the sounds of things the horse Julia got was very willing in the end, not that Ulysses seemed too concerned either way!

He was impatient and she was anxious. Never a good combination. I probably would have taken off in a huff, too :smile coffee:
 
when and where was the instance where Grant rode his horse down a river bank ( slithered ) and had to jump for it, onto a boat?
It was after the battle of Belmont, JPK. Here's a snippet of the incident in Ulysses own words:

"From the beginning of the fighting our wounded had been carried to the houses at the rear, near the place of debarkation. I now set the troops in bringing their wounded to the boats. After this had gone on for some little time I rode down the road, without even a staff officer, to visit the guard I had stationed over the approach to our transports. I knew the enemy had crossed over from Columbus in considerable numbers and might be expected to attack us as we were embarking. This guard would be encountered first and, as they were in a natural intrenchment, would be able to hold the enemy for a considerable time. My surprise was great to find there was not a single man in the trench. Riding back to the boat I found the officer who had commanded the guard and learned that he had withdrawn his force when the main body fell back. At first I ordered the guard to return, but finding that it would take some time to get the men together and march them back to their position, I countermanded the order. Then fearing that the enemy we had seen crossing the river below might be coming upon us unawares, I rode out in the field to our front, still entirely alone, to observe whether the enemy was passing. The field was grown up with corn so tall and thick as to cut off the view of even a person on horseback, except directly along the rows. Even in that direction, owing to the overhanging blades of corn, the view was not extensive. I had not gone more than a few hundred yards when I saw a body of troops marching past me not fifty yards away. I looked at them for a moment then turned my horse towards the river and started back, first in a walk, and when I thought myself concealed from the view of the enemy, as fast as my horse could carry me. When at the river bank I still had to ride a few hundred yards to the point where the nearest transport lay.

The cornfield in front of our transports terminated at the edge of a dense forest. Before I got back the enemy had entered this forest and had opened a brisk fire upon the boats. Our men, with the exception of details that had gone to the front after the wounded, were now either aboard the transport or very near them. Those who were not aboard soon got there, and the boats pushed off. I was the only man of the National army between the rebels and our transports. The captain of a boat that had just pushed out but had not started, recognized me and ordered the engineer not to start the engine; he then had a plank run out for me.
My horse seemed to take in the situation. There was no path down the bank and every one acquainted with the Mississippi River knows that its banks, in a natural state, do not vary at any great angle from the perpendicular. My horse put his forefeet over the bank without hesitation or urging, and with his hind feet well under him, slid down the bank and trotted aboard the boat, twelve or fifteen feet away, over a single gang plank. I dismounted and went at once to the upper deck."

Here is Grant giving credit to his horse, rather than taking it to himself, for this amazing feat. There is no doubt they are intelligent animals and this one seemed to know instinctively what it needed to do. It doesn't appear Grant had to urge it on at all.
 
It was after the battle of Belmont, JPK. Here's a snippet of the incident in Ulysses own words:

"From the beginning of the fighting our wounded had been carried to the houses at the rear, near the place of debarkation. I now set the troops in bringing their wounded to the boats. After this had gone on for some little time I rode down the road, without even a staff officer, to visit the guard I had stationed over the approach to our transports. I knew the enemy had crossed over from Columbus in considerable numbers and might be expected to attack us as we were embarking. This guard would be encountered first and, as they were in a natural intrenchment, would be able to hold the enemy for a considerable time. My surprise was great to find there was not a single man in the trench. Riding back to the boat I found the officer who had commanded the guard and learned that he had withdrawn his force when the main body fell back. At first I ordered the guard to return, but finding that it would take some time to get the men together and march them back to their position, I countermanded the order. Then fearing that the enemy we had seen crossing the river below might be coming upon us unawares, I rode out in the field to our front, still entirely alone, to observe whether the enemy was passing. The field was grown up with corn so tall and thick as to cut off the view of even a person on horseback, except directly along the rows. Even in that direction, owing to the overhanging blades of corn, the view was not extensive. I had not gone more than a few hundred yards when I saw a body of troops marching past me not fifty yards away. I looked at them for a moment then turned my horse towards the river and started back, first in a walk, and when I thought myself concealed from the view of the enemy, as fast as my horse could carry me. When at the river bank I still had to ride a few hundred yards to the point where the nearest transport lay.

The cornfield in front of our transports terminated at the edge of a dense forest. Before I got back the enemy had entered this forest and had opened a brisk fire upon the boats. Our men, with the exception of details that had gone to the front after the wounded, were now either aboard the transport or very near them. Those who were not aboard soon got there, and the boats pushed off. I was the only man of the National army between the rebels and our transports. The captain of a boat that had just pushed out but had not started, recognized me and ordered the engineer not to start the engine; he then had a plank run out for me.
My horse seemed to take in the situation. There was no path down the bank and every one acquainted with the Mississippi River knows that its banks, in a natural state, do not vary at any great angle from the perpendicular. My horse put his forefeet over the bank without hesitation or urging, and with his hind feet well under him, slid down the bank and trotted aboard the boat, twelve or fifteen feet away, over a single gang plank. I dismounted and went at once to the upper deck."

Here is Grant giving credit to his horse, rather than taking it to himself, for this amazing feat. There is no doubt they are intelligent animals and this one seemed to know instinctively what it needed to do. It doesn't appear Grant had to urge it on at all.
An amazing pair. A smart horse, and a good rider are a hard team to beat. I am sure he was giving subtle cues without even realizing it. And I am sure that he knew enough not to get in the horses way as well!
 
here was no path down the bank and every one acquainted with the Mississippi River knows that its banks, in a natural state, do not vary at any great angle from the perpendicular. My horse put his forefeet over the bank without hesitation or urging, and with his hind feet well under him, slid down the bank and trotted aboard the boat, twelve or fifteen feet away, over a single gang plank. I dismounted and went at once to the upper deck."


That's it, I knew you'd have it! Favorite, thanks very much! Always hated dicey downhills myself, they're hair raising. I ' think ' I read an eyewitness to it? Grant didn't change expression, like he was riding in the park. One of the best Grant stories, combines quite a few elements of the man's character. Thanks again for digging that up!

Julia Grant claimed in her memoir that she dreamed about her husband's horse incident at Belmont before she learned that the battle had happened


Darn it, I REALLY have to read her memoir! For some reason haven't gotten to it and keep hearing terrific stories.
 
Julia Grant claimed in her memoir that she dreamed about her husband's horse incident at Belmont before she learned that the battle had happened.
Oohh, I must look this up unless you would like to post the details. I have read her memoirs, but don't remember this specifically. Would really appreciate it if you could find the time :)
 
Grant didn't change expression, like he was riding in the park. One of the best Grant stories, combines quite a few elements of the man's character.
Definitely one of the best Grant stories, and there did seem to be a coolness about him in circumstances such as these, including under fire.

Thanks again for digging that up!
No problem! I had been thinking of that one myself and wanting to pin it down.
 
And here is the sad part, considering Grant's love of horses:

"At the battle of Belmont (November 7, 1861), his horse was killed under him and he took my pony. The pony was quite small and my father, feeling that the commanding general on the field should have a larger mount, turned the pony over to one of his aides-decamp. (Captain Hyllier) and mounted the captain's horse. The pony ,was lost in the battle." (Taken from the link in the OP)
 
And here's another about Grant's eye for horses:

"At the battle of Shiloh the Confederates left on the field a rawboned horse, very ugly and apparently good for nothing. As a joke, the officer who found this animal on the field, sent it with his compliments, to Colonel Lagow, one of my father's aides-de-camp, who always kept a very excellent mount and was a man of means. The other officers of the staff "jollied" the colonel about this gift. When my father saw him, he told the colonel that the animal was a thoroughbred and a valuable mount and that if he, Lagow, did not wish to keep the horse he would be glad to have him. Because of his appearance he was named "Kangaroo," and after a short period of rest and feeding and care he turned out to be a magnificent animal and was used by my father during the Vicksburg campaign." (From link in OP)
 
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Oohh, I must look this up unless you would like to post the details. I have read her memoirs, but don't remember this specifically. Would really appreciate it if you could find the time :smile:

I have a Kindle version of her memoirs. Here is the passage, which is in Chapter 3 of the version that I have:

Our house was now the center of attraction in Galena. The Colonel moved over to Missouri and wrote me very interesting letters. He was sent to southern Missouri and afterwards to Cairo, Illinois. He wrote me many times, urging me to visit him there, which I, at length, with much timidity, decided to do. He desired the children to accompany me. This wish it was that deterred me in the first place, I thinking it such an undertaking to go with four children.

The day I started about the middle of the afternoon I felt nervous and unable to go on with my preparations, and, asking a friend who was assisting me to excuse me, I went into my room to rest for a few moments, when I distinctly saw Ulys a few rods from me. I only saw his head and shoulders, about as high as if he were on horseback. He looked at me so earnestly and, I thought, so reproachfully that I started up and said "Ulys!"

My friend in the next room said: "Did you call?"

And when I told her, she said I was only a little nervous thinking of him and would soon meet him. I started that evening with my little ones. We heard of the battle of Belmont, however, before we left.

Ulys met me almost before the train stopped. I told him of my seeing him on the day of the battle. He asked at what hour, and when I told him, he said: "That is singular. Just about that time I was on horseback and in great peril, and I thought of you and the children, and what would become of you if I were lost. I was thinking of you, my dear Julia, and very earnestly too."

I told him I thought the look was almost reproachful. I told him I thought he was displeased with me for not coming sooner. He said, "I ought to have been but know you had good reason for not coming."
 
Always found it amusing despite it overwhelmingly agreed that Grant was one of the best horsemen in his time at West Point that he had no chance at the Cavalry because of his grades.

Then again, I'm unsure that Grant had much interest in it anyhow.
Here is a thread on this very topic which you might enjoy started by @Joshism not too long ago.


And it's definitely a shame that his grades interfered with one of his greatest passions and abilities.

Still, one has to wonder how the war might have ended without his being in the position of Lieutenant General if that was the case.
 
I have a Kindle version of her memoirs. Here is the passage, which is in Chapter 3 of the version that I have:

Our house was now the center of attraction in Galena. The Colonel moved over to Missouri and wrote me very interesting letters. He was sent to southern Missouri and afterwards to Cairo, Illinois. He wrote me many times, urging me to visit him there, which I, at length, with much timidity, decided to do. He desired the children to accompany me. This wish it was that deterred me in the first place, I thinking it such an undertaking to go with four children.

The day I started about the middle of the afternoon I felt nervous and unable to go on with my preparations, and, asking a friend who was assisting me to excuse me, I went into my room to rest for a few moments, when I distinctly saw Ulys a few rods from me. I only saw his head and shoulders, about as high as if he were on horseback. He looked at me so earnestly and, I thought, so reproachfully that I started up and said "Ulys!"

My friend in the next room said: "Did you call?"

And when I told her, she said I was only a little nervous thinking of him and would soon meet him. I started that evening with my little ones. We heard of the battle of Belmont, however, before we left.

Ulys met me almost before the train stopped. I told him of my seeing him on the day of the battle. He asked at what hour, and when I told him, he said: "That is singular. Just about that time I was on horseback and in great peril, and I thought of you and the children, and what would become of you if I were lost. I was thinking of you, my dear Julia, and very earnestly too."

I told him I thought the look was almost reproachful. I told him I thought he was displeased with me for not coming sooner. He said, "I ought to have been but know you had good reason for not coming."
I do remember this! I don't think I realized it was related to the battle of Belmont. Thanks so much for taking the time to post it @Forks of the Ohio :smile:
 

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