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need of a different administration, a different treatment altogether 

 of the forest interests of this country, and impelled by that thought, 

 by that love of a great cause, he did this work. He did it not be- 

 cause he was a lawyer ; he did it in spite of the fact that he was a 

 lawyer and that the claims of his profession were making very heavy 

 drafts upon him all the time. It is not alone in forestry outside of 

 his avocation that he did good work. We have in this city a mon- 

 ument to this disposition of his to do for the public regardless of 

 what his avocation might be or his exactions ; the best control of the 

 liquor traffic in a city I ever saw in my life is in Minneapolis. It is 

 not ideal, by no manner of means, but the limiting of that traffic to 

 a portion of the city is, I say, the best control of the liquor interests 

 I ever saw in any city. That is the work of Capt. Cross. You go 

 into his church circle, go into his social circle, go where you will, 

 there you will find the usefulness that came from the vigor and the 

 strength stirred by the earnest and honest conviction of a desire to 

 do the best he could while he was on earth for his fellowmen, for his 

 state, for his country. 1 have known many men, of course, in my 

 long life, I have been intimately acquainted with many of them, but 

 there were some things about Capt. Cross that attracted me to him 

 in a different way than I have ever been attracted to any other man. 

 There was some sort of magnetic influence there that, when you 

 came within its radius, you felt that at least you were in the presence 

 of a man ; a man in everything that that word should imply. 



Excuse me, Mr. President, but I felt impelled absolutely to say 

 these few words that many of you might know what kind of a man 

 this society, this community, the country had lost in the sudden and 

 untimely death of Capt. Cross, cut down as he was without a mo- 

 ment's notice, cut down in the prime of his life and in the midst of 

 his greatest usefulness. 



Mr. C. M. Loring: I did not intend to say anything on this 

 occasion ; I did not come prepared to say anything because I un- 

 derstood the program had been prepared, but I feel that as some of 

 the speakers are not here I must say a few words both of Capt. 

 Cross and my friend Mr. Harris. 



Thirty-eight vears ago I became acquainted with Mr. Harris, 

 and two years after I had the honor of entertaining him at my 

 house. I never had a guest who was more interesting. He was 

 quite ill at the time, yet he was always so pleasant and so thought- 

 ful about the house, and all his thoughts seemed to center upon 

 what he could do for the improvement of this association. At 

 that time we were just struggling along; everything seemed to be 

 a failure, but he was full of hope. We had purchased trees and 

 shrubs, as we all had to purchase them, from places so far south 

 that when they were brought to this country they were almost 

 invariably winter-killed. But Mr. Harris was full of hope. He 

 said we would yet raise apples in Minnesota, and he predicted that 

 Minnesota would sometime be the finest fruit state in the union. 

 But time went on, and many dropped out discouraged. I see many 

 about me, members of this society, who were largely buoyed up with 

 the hope that was bubbling up from this man's good nature, and as 



