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where. The cost of the natural history collections purchased of Ward's 

 Natural Science Establishment by this group of museums alone foots up a 

 grand total of $730,223. . . . There are only a few civilized, educated 

 countries on the globe to which the Ward establishment has not sent natural 

 history collections. ... In 1879, when wandering through Tokio, Japan, 

 an utter stranger in a strange land, I visited the Educational Museum; and 

 there, in a large collection 'from Ward,' I beheld with the joy of an old 

 acquaintance the stuffed and mounted figure of the very puma that I shot 

 on the Essequibo River, South America, in 1876." 



Hornaday's very happy description of the gathering of scientific 

 material from all parts of the globe, and the great work of the 

 Ward estabHshment, is here omitted. 



"Professor Ward's history and personality are as strange as his profes- 

 sion. The next time you are traveling by rail — not in the smoking car, how- 

 ever, for he never uses tobacco — and see a studious, preoccupied man with 

 a closely trimmed gray beard, rather scanty gray hair, keen, piercing gray 

 eyes, old-fashioned gold spectacles, a big leather satchel, and a seat full of 

 letters, pamphlets and books, it will surely be Henry A. Ward, A. M., F. G. S., 

 etc. 



His height is five feet eight, and at present his weight is 172 pounds. 

 If one could examine him analytically it would be found that internally he 

 is composed of raw-hide, whale-bone and asbestos ; for surely no ordinary 

 human materials could for forty-five years so successfully withstand bad 

 cooks, bad food and bad drinks that have necessarily been encountered by 

 any one who has, so recklessly of self, traveled all over creation. 



. . . At ten years of age master Henry failed to harmonize with his 

 parental environment. Having provided himself with a little brass pistol, 

 at a total cost of seventy-five cents, he ran away from home, boldly struck 

 out for Chicago and after long weeks of walking and riding actually reached 

 his goal. It was his plan to build for himself a wickiup on the edge of the 

 prairie near the city, shoot prairie chickens, and sell them in open market 

 for cash. During his first day's experience on the Chicago prairie he en- 

 countered a good Samaritan, who chanced to be the gentleman after whom 

 Clark Street was subsequently named. Mr. Clark kindly extracted the lad's 

 story, took the embryo market hunter to his own home 'and grossly betrayed 

 my confidence,' said Professor Ward, 'by writing to my uncle Moses, who 

 sent one of his clerks after me, who ignominously took me back to Rochester.. 



I doubt if any boy ever wrestled harder with circumstances to win an edu- 

 cation than did young Ward during the two and a half years he spent at 

 the Middlebury Academy at Wyoming, N. Y. By virtue of his official posi- 

 tion (as janitor), he lived in the top of the Academy building, and supported 

 himself by doing more kinds of work than many a boy of to-day has even 



