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18623 Brothers and Sisters 



of clever verses, mostly of a satirical turn. She died 

 in 1889 in Chicago, at the home of our sister Mary. 



My older brother, Rufus Bacon Jordan, was a # 

 tall, dark youth of grave demeanor and gentle and Bacon 

 refined nature, with, nevertheless, a very charac- J rdan 

 teristic fund of dry humor. As a boy his passion 

 was for horses, as mine was for sheep. About a 

 horse there was nothing he did not know, and he 

 was intensely interested in all horse traits and 

 activities. Thirteen years younger than he, I held 

 him in absolute worship, and I still remember the 

 long period of loneliness and distress after his un- 

 timely death. Night after night I would dream that 

 it was not true and that he had returned safe and 

 sound. In the spring of 1862 he went to Washington 

 with James Beadle to enlist, but being immediately 

 stricken down with "army fever," was sent home to 

 die. The day they brought him back I was in a 

 new clearing, engaged in the congenial task of burn- 

 ing stumps, when Lucia came rushing across the 

 field to tell me that if I wanted to see my brother 

 alive I must hurry to the house. In 1907 I dedicated "The 

 'The Human Harvest," dealing with the biological Human 

 effects of war, 



' To the memory of my brother, Rufus Bacon Jordan, of 

 the Human Harvest of 1862." l 



1 I do remember in the far-off years, 

 Through the long twilight of the August nights 

 (The nights of half a century ago) 

 I waited for my brother, whom I loved 

 I waited for my brother, and he came 

 Came but in dreams and never came again, 

 For he was with the Sisterhood of Fate; 

 Man is; Man is not; Alan shall never be. 



From "In the Wilderness"; Stanford Phi Beta Kappa Poem, 1912. 



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