from an officer under his command, was made public, and also the correspondence which took place on the subject between the President and General Fremont’s wife.  The officer in question was thereupon placed under arrest, but immediately released by orders from Washington.  He then made official complaint of his general, sending forward a list of charges, in which Fremont was accused of rashness, incompetency, want of fidelity of the interests of the government, and disobedience to orders from headquarters.  After awhile the Secretary of War himself proceeded from Washington to the quarters of General Fremont at St. Louis, and remained there for a day or two making, or pretending to make, inquiry into the matter.  But when he returned he left the General still in command.  During the whole month of October the papers were occupied in declaring in the morning that General Fremont had been recalled from his command, and in the evening that he was to remain.  In the mean time they who befriended his cause, and this included the whole West, were hoping from day to day that he would settle the matter for himself and silence his accusers, by some great military success.  General Price held the command opposed to him, and men said that Fremont would sweep General Price and his army down the valley of the Mississippi into the sea.  But General Price would not be so swept, and it began to appear that a guerrilla warfare would prevail; that General Price, if driven southward, would reappear behind the backs of his pursuers, and that General Fremont would not accomplish all that was expected of him with that rapidity for which his friends had given him credit.  So the newspapers still went on waging the war, and every morning General Fremont was recalled, and every evening they who had recalled him were shown up as having known nothing of the matter.

“Never mind; he is a pioneer man, and will do a’most anything he puts his hand to,” his friends in the West still said.  “He understands the frontier.”  Understanding the frontier is a great thing in Western America, across which the vanguard of civilization continues to march on in advance from year to year.  “And it’s he that is bound to sweep slavery from off the face of this continent.  He’s the man, and he’s about the only man.”  I am not qualified to write the life of General Fremont, and can at present only make this slight reference to the details of his romantic career.  That it has been full of romance, and that the man himself is endued with a singular energy, and a high, romantic idea of what may be done by power and will, there is no doubt.  Five times he has crossed the Continent of North America from Missouri to Oregon and California, enduring great hardships in the service of advancing civilization and knowledge.  That he has considerable talent, immense energy, and strong self-confidence, I believe.  He is a frontier man—­one of those who care nothing for danger, and who would