time after (at Vicksburg) that I learned the whole truth of General Smith’s movement and of his failure.  Of course I did not and could not approve of his conduct, and I know that he yet chafes under the censure.  I had set so much store on his part of the project that I was disappointed, and so reported officially to General Grant.  General Smith never regained my confidence as a soldier, though I still regard him as a most accomplished gentleman and a skillful engineer.  Since the close of the war he has appealed to me to relieve him of that censure, but I could not do it, because it would falsify history.

Having assembled all my troops in and about Canton, on the 27th of February I left them under the command of the senior major-general, Hurlbut, with orders to remain till about the 3d of March, and then to come into Vicksburg leisurely; and, escorted by Winslow’s cavalry, I rode into Vicksburg on the last day of February.  There I found letters from General Grant, at Nashville, and General Banks, at New Orleans, concerning his (General Banks’s) projected movement up Red River.  I was authorized by the former to contribute aid to General Banks for a limited time; but General Grant insisted on my returning in person to my own command about Huntsville, Alabama, as soon as possible, to prepare for the spring campaign.

About this time we were much embarrassed by a general order of the War Department, promising a thirty-days furlough to all soldiers who would “veteranize”—­viz., reenlist for the rest of the war.  This was a judicious and wise measure, because it doubtless secured the services of a very large portion of the men who had almost completed a three-years enlistment, and were therefore veteran soldiers in feeling and in habit.  But to furlough so many of our men at that instant of time was like disbanding an army in the very midst of battle.

In order to come to a perfect understanding with General Banks, I took the steamer Diana and ran down to New Orleans to see him.  Among the many letters which I found in Vicksburg on my return from Meridian was one from Captain D. F. Boyd, of Louisiana, written from the jail in Natchez, telling me that he was a prisoner of war in our hands; had been captured in Louisiana by some of our scouts; and he bespoke my friendly assistance.  Boyd was Professor of Ancient Languages at the Louisiana Seminary of Learning during my administration, in 1859-’60; was an accomplished scholar, of moderate views in politics, but, being a Virginian, was drawn, like all others of his kind, into the vortex of the rebellion by the events of 1861, which broke up colleges and every thing at the South.  Natchez, at this time, was in my command, and was held by a strong division, commanded by Brigadier-General J. W. Davidson.  In the Diana we stopped at Natchez, and I made a hasty inspection of the place.  I sent for Boyd, who was in good health, but quite dirty, and begged me to take him out of prison, and