g to a surrender was made.
Colonel J. W. Forsyth of Sheridan's staff passed through the
Confederate Army to Meade, and notified him of the truce, and thus
stopped the Second and Sixth Corps then attacking Longstreet.
Colonel Newhall, Sheridan's Adjutant-General, rode to meet Grant
and advise him that Lee desired a meeting with a view to surrendering
his army.

Little has been said of the great soldier, Meade, in this campaign.
Much credit is due him. He aided in organizing a victory at Five
Forks (26) and in planning the assault on Petersburg. Though ill
at Jetersville, and much of the time thereafter to the end of the
campaign, he was always up with one or the other of his corps,
doing all it was possible for him to do to accomplish the great
result finally attained.

Let us again return to Grant--the silent soldier. On the 5th of
April Grant and his staff with a small escort became separated from
his headquarters camp equipage and wagons. He was even without
his sword. He and his staff thereafter slept on porches of farm-
houses or bivouacked in the woods or fields without cover. They
picked up scant fare at any camp they could find it, and often went
hungry, as did many other officers. As a result of exposure to
frequent rains, poor food, fatigue, loss of sleep, and, doubtless,
extreme prolonged anxiety, Grant, on the afternoon of the 8th, had
a violent attack of sick-headache. At a farm-house that night he
was induced to bathe his feet in hot water and mustard and to have
mustard plasters applied to his wrists and the back of his neck,
but all this brought him no relief. He lay down to sleep in vain.
He, however, during the night, received and sent dispatches relating
to the next day's operations. At 4 o'clock his staff found him in
a yard in front of the house, pacing up and down with both hands
to his head and suffering great pain. He wrote a note in the early
morning answering Lee's note of the previous day. He rode early
to Meade's camp (then in the immediate rear of the two pursuing
corps), and there drank some coffee, with little relief. His staff
tried to induce him to ride that day in an ambulance, but, sick as
he was, he mounted his favorite horse--Cincinnati--and in consequence
of dispatches from Sheridan giving an account of the situation at
the front, started by a circuitous route to join him. Some five
miles from the Court-House a dispatch from Meade was handed Grant,
advising him of a