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enthusiasm with which he pursued the various lines of his life-work. 

 To him the keenest pleasure and the best recreation was life in the 

 field, whether the exploration led him in quest of new forms of 

 life or to a reexamination of familar types. He had an intense 

 ambition to accomplish work. To us this was the dominant trait 

 of his character. His, however, was not an ambition to excel 

 or gain recognition, not a desire for reputation or notoriety, 

 but an impulse to add to the sum of human knowledge and a 

 broadening of the understanding. And to this work he brought 

 that rare quality of arousing interest where none existed, so that 

 his labor is not finished but has been handed to others — his stu- 

 dents, his friends. His work has been essentially that of a pio- 

 neer. He has blazed the trails and prepared the roads that others 

 may follow and continue the work to greater advantage. 



In this estimate of the man we must not overlook other traits 

 of his personality. To all he was the light-hearted, genial associ- 

 ate, but to those in need of assistance he was the sympathetic and 

 helpful friend ; and to such his energies were given with an unself- 

 ishness that remains as the most cherished memory of the man to 

 so many. The simplicity of his nature, the genuineness of his inter- 

 est, and his desire to share and to help constitute the charm of a 

 personality that drew people to him and made them his friends. 



These higher traits of his nature stand out supreme in his home 



life. 



Marie 



forth the home was the one place around which all other interests 

 centered. The love of wife and daughter, the sympathies and the 

 enjoyments of the home, was the one theme towards which his 

 thoughts ever drifted. Among his treasured papers, and there 

 are so many of these, is one, in his wife's handwriting, pocket- worn 

 almost past the point of legibility. No better insight into the 

 nature of the man can be given than to repeat a few stanzas of this 

 manuscript : 



" Sweet home upon the hillside fair, 



Wherever I may roam, 

 Through southern grove or western wild, 



Thou' rt yet my cherished home. 



Thy portals wide 



For me still hide 

 The dearest earthly room 



