Is that true? 鈥榊ou鈥檒l do it easily enough,鈥?Herbert heard him say as he approached them, meaning to offer his services. 鈥楾his place is stockaded, you鈥檝e got a garrison.鈥? The scene in the little farm-house where the two commanders met to arrange the terms of surrender was dramatic in more ways than one. General Lee had promptly given up his own baggage waggon for use in carrying food for the advance brigade and as he could save but one suit of clothes, he had naturally taken his best. He was, therefore, notwithstanding the fatigues and the privations of the past week, in full dress uniform. He was one of the handsomest men of his generation, and his beauty was not only of feature but of expression of character. Grant, who never gave much thought to his personal appearance, had for days been away from his baggage train, and under the urgency of keeping as near as possible to the front line with reference to the probability of being called to arrange terms for surrender, he had not found the opportunity of securing a proper coat in place of his fatigue blouse. I believe that even his sword had been mislaid, but he was able to borrow one for the occasion from a staff officer. When the main details of the surrender had been talked over, Grant looked about the group in the room, which included, in addition to two staff officers who had come with Lee, a group of five or six of his own assistants, who had managed to keep up with the advance, to select the aid who should write out the paper. His eye fell upon Colonel Ely Parker, a brigade commander who had during the past few months served on Grant's staff. "Colonel Parker, I will ask you," said Grant, "as the only real American in the room, to draft this paper." Parker was a full-blooded Indian, belonging to one of the Iroquois tribes of New York. pk10开奖视频高手565593君羊 鈥榊ou鈥檒l do it easily enough,鈥?Herbert heard him say as he approached them, meaning to offer his services. 鈥楾his place is stockaded, you鈥檝e got a garrison.鈥? Roy was probably the most overrated bird dog in history. He wasn't much of a hunter at all; he wouldpoint rabbits, for example. But the associates and the customers got a kick out of visiting with him in thestores, and once we put his name and picture on our private label dog food, it sold tons. Another thingabout Roy that was very unusual: he was a great tennis dog. He would go with me to the tennis court andlay there, and whenever the ball went out of the court, over the fence, or whatever, he would go chasingafter it and bring it back to me. Martin shook hands with her on the door-step, and she stood watching him till he disappeared at the turn of the road. She watched him with a countenance full of sorrow. I think, my dear, he said, as they dismounted at the gate, "that you will be interested to look over the institution, and I know it will afford my friend great pleasure to show it to you." By early March, his spirits remained high as he continued work on the book, but his physical conditionwas worsening. Then he received one of the great surprises of his life. The White House wanted topresent him with the Presidential Medal of Freedom, our nation's highest civilian award. President Bushand the First Lady would be traveling to Bentonville to present the medal to Dad, and he was thrilled bythe honor. At such an occasion, of course, Dad could have invited anyone he wanted to attend theceremony, but we hardly had to ask whom he wanted to be there with him: his Wal-Mart associates. "Sam and Ferold called me in one day and said, 'We understand you've got some experience in writingpolicy manuals.' I had written some for both Kroger and Coast-to-Coast Hardware Stores out ofMinneapolis. So they said, 'We want you to come in and write up our policies and procedures for us.' Isaid, 'Well, that's nice, but that's not really what I would like to do. I want to work with themerchandising people.' And Sam said, 'Well, we would kind of like you to do it anyway. How long doyou think it will take to do it' I knew from experience it would take six months to a year to properly dothis job. But I said, 'I'll do it in ninety days.' Sam replied, 'You've got sixty days.' Sam never wants towait for anything. He has no patience. That was probably the meld between us. That bias toward action. "From the very beginning, Sam was always trying to instill in us that you just didn't go to New York androll with the flow. We always walked everywhere. We never took cabs. And Sam had an equation forthe trips: our expenses should never exceed 1 percent of our purchases, so we would all crowd in theselittle hotel rooms somewhere down around Madison Square Garden. "I went to work for Mr. Walton in 1972, when he only had sixteen tractors on the road. The first month,I went to a drivers' safety meeting, and he always came to those. There were about fifteen of us there,and I'll never forget, he said, 'If you'll just stay with me for twenty years, I guarantee you'll have$100,000 in profit sharing.' I thought, 'Big deal. Bob Clark never will see that kind of money in his life.' Iwas worrying about what I was making right then. Well, last time I checked, I had $707,000 in profitsharing, and I see no reason why it won't go up again. I've bought and sold stock over the years, andused it to build on to my home and buy a whole bunch of things. When folks ask me how I like workingfor Wal-Mart, I tell them I drove for another big company for thirteen yearsone they've all heard ofandleft with $700. Then I tell them about my profit sharing and ask them, 'How do you think I feel aboutWal-Mart'"GEORGIA SANDERS, RETIRED HOURLY ASSOCIATE, WAL-MART NO. 12, CLAREMORE,OKLAHOMA: I am really sorry to have disturbed you, Mr. Crandall鈥擨 beg pardon, Kenyon; but I thought you might like to hear directly from your wife. Below them, in the shelter of the land-locked bay, Ospedaletti's pavilioned Casino shone whitely out of a garden of palm and cactus, with terrace and balustrade vanishing down by the sea. To the right, the steep promontory of Bordighera jutted far out into the blue; and over the rugged crest of the hill Mentone's long white front lay in a gentle curve, almost level with the sea鈥攁 strip of vivid white between the blue of the water and the gloom of that great barren mountain wall which marks the beginning of modern Italy. And beyond, again, showed the twin towers of Monaco; and further still, in the dim blue distance, rose the battlemented line of the Esterelles, dividing the fairyland of the Riviera from the workaday realities of shipbuilding Toulon and commercial Marseilles. 鈥榊ou鈥檒l do it easily enough,鈥?Herbert heard him say as he approached them, meaning to offer his services. 鈥楾his place is stockaded, you鈥檝e got a garrison.鈥? CHAPTER XVI.