THE STORY OF AN ENTOMOLOGIST 



feated. Clear-minded Ruth Putnam and one other voted on my 

 side. Mr. Schurman's remark made it appear that I had been 

 making a personal fight for my own nominee rather than dis- 

 cussing the question broadly from the angle of University policy. 



Later I recommended Fernow for the forestry school at 

 Toronto, where he died as Professor Emeritus. In the early days 

 of the World War I was appealed to by the governing body 

 of Toronto University for information concerning his personal 

 prejudices in regard to the land of his birth, and I like to think 

 that what I wrote then had some weight. He was a loyal Amer- 

 ican. Let me tell a story. When the British Association for the 

 Advancement of Science held its meeting at Toronto in 1898, 

 the members from England were invited by the Canadian Pacific 

 Railway officials to go to the Pacific coast as the guests of the 

 Company. Fernow was up in the Canadian woods, making for- 

 estry observations, and he joined the party at Banff, I think. One 

 of the Englishmen, Poulton, was a great mountain climber — one 

 of those strange men who collect mountains as a boy collects 

 postage stamps. Seeing a promising big peak, Poulton challenged 

 the party to climb it. None of the Englishmen accepted the chal- 

 lenge, but Fernow (who was born a German, mind you!) said 

 that as an American citizen he would not allow himself to be 

 bluffed by an Englishman. 



They started and climbed most of the day. Then they decided 

 to return. Fernow incautiously stepped upon an inviting green 

 slope and slipped down toward a precipice of unknown depth. 

 He managed to stop his downward plunge and to edge his 

 way to one side into a rocky gully, from which he joined 

 his companion. When finally, about sundown, they arrived at 

 the foot of the mountain, they found the group of Englishmen 

 awaiting them, fearful that something had happened. Marshall 



[307] 



