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which I replied, " Yes, and we have no anarchists in America." " On 

 the contrary," said Guiseppe, " I have a cousin who Hves in Chicago, 

 who is a much fiercer anarchist than I am." 



As we drove away through the dusk the Senator told me that 

 Guiseppe had been arrested the previous winter for a stabbing affray 

 and had been put in prison. He himself had supported the family 

 while its head was incarcerated, and had used his influence to secure 

 Guiseppe's discharge. This made the peasant eternally grateful, and 

 the gift of the three eggs was an incident of every time the Senator 

 passed the place. He was endeavoring in this way to pay his debt 

 in part. 



Evidently Grassi had taken a leaf out of Celli's book and had 

 succeeded in endearing himself to the peasant population of the 

 Campagna in much the same way that Celli had done before the war. 

 I took a photograph of him standing with his arm around a peasant 

 woman. That is a good indication of his change of attitude. 



Grassi entirely lost the sight of one eye at some date between 191 o 

 and 1920, and wore very dark spectacles the latter part of his life. 



Addendum. — I have referred to Dr. J. H. White and my visit to 

 him when he was closing up the work against the last yellow fever 

 outbreak in New Orleans in 1905. This work of Doctor White and 

 of the Public Health Service has a great historical value since it was 

 the first epidemic of yellow fever to threaten the United States seri- 

 ously after the demonstration by Reed, Carroll, and Lazear in Cuba. 

 The New Orleans work was such a triumphant success that every 

 detail connected with it should be recorded and preserved. During 

 that summer I was in Europe, and returned to the United States about 

 the first of September. On landing at New York, I heard for the 

 first time of the yellow fever situation in New Orleans and learned 

 of the death there of my old friend. Archbishop Chappelle, whom 1 

 had formerly known when he was in charge of Saint Matthews 

 Church in Washington. I finished my work in Washington and 

 started for the Southwest. I had work to do in Texas, and knew that 

 if I entered New Orleans I could not go further into Texas to do the 

 boll weevil work I had to do. So I went by way of St. Louis, and 

 entered New Orleans from Texas. I have found some brief notes 

 that I dictated on my return to Washington, and feel sure that they 

 are of sufficient interest to print. 



The City of New Orleans, when I entered it on the night of November 6, 1905, 

 presented its usual appearance — the main streets thronged with people going to 

 the theatre and the cafes full of diners. I was assured that this had been the 

 case for some weeks previously, and that in fact there had been practically no 



