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we were on the shores of the Pacific south of San Francisco, he 

 spoke of the resemblances to the Riviera. The nearest approach to 

 enthusiasm as shown to me was one evening at nightfall when we 

 were climbing up the bench just outside of Pocatello, Idaho. After 

 a long silence, he turned to me and said. '* I have often dreamed — " 

 and, as he hesitated, I remarked cheerfully that T had often done the 

 same thing. But Marchal has the power of absolute concentration. 

 I believe that if one fired off a gun beside his ear it would not disturb 

 his trend of thought. So he went on, " I have often dreamed that I 

 was in a strange country where all the birds and all the flowers and 

 all the insects were new, but — I have always awakened ! Today I do 

 not awake." 



I had opportunity on this journey to show him something of the 

 family life of the Americans, and introduced him a number of times 

 into the homes of friends — sometimes of those who live very 

 modestly, again of those who live on a grand scale. It may be worth 

 while to mention one instance. We were lunching with one of the 

 field workers in a California town, a young man recently married. 

 The luncheon was perfect, beautifully cooked, charmingly served; 

 and the young wife did it all. Marchal was a little slow with his 

 English and thought over his sentences before he expressed them, 

 but presently he complimented the young wife on the delightful meal 

 and the perfect service. " Oh," said her husband, " my wife was a 



teacher of domestic economy in the University of when I 



married her." Marchal thought for a moment and then said slowly, 

 " Does madame like the practice of domestic economy as well as she 

 liked the teaching?" The young bride blushingly confessed that she 

 preferred the practice. 



The World War broke out the summer following Marchal's visit 

 to the United States. He was too old to be a combatant himself, but 

 his only son went to the front at once, and was killed the first time 

 under fire, in the autumn of 1914. I was not able to visit France 

 again until 1920, but corresponded constantly with my friend during 

 and after the war. His letters were of a most intense interest, and 

 he felt the war conditions very keenly but did his full share in the all 

 imix>rtant sanitary work. After the soul-wracking strife was over, I 

 visited him in 1920; again in 1923, 1925, and 1927. In 1920 we took 

 a long trip together through the South of France, visiting his newly 

 founded stations and seeing many thing of great interest. His assis- 

 tant, Vayssiere, was studying the ravages of the Moroccan locust in 

 a region north of the Gulf of Fos. The farmers of this Department 

 had formed a syndicate, and the Government had loaned them soldiers, 



