myriad liaiuls that have wroui^lit ii])i)n it. engraver^. |)rimir>. iiimk-rs, paper- 

 makers, mcssi'iigiTs, even tlie hiimhie goatherds in far-ofT Armenia, each for a 

 season giving of liis hest — out of love. I trust. I'.rothers. I tliank yf>u all! 



Of the many shortcomings of this work no one could he more sensible than 

 its author. We should all ])refer to speiul a life-time writing a Ijook. and having 

 written it. to return and do it over again, somewhat otherwise. I'.ut Injok-making 

 is like matrimony, for better or for worse. There is a tinality about it which 

 takes the comfort from one's muttered tleclaration, "I could do it better aunther 

 time." What 1 have written 1 have written. I go now to s]jenil a (|uiet day — 

 with the birds. 



Wii.i.iAM I.KoN Dawson. 



