4 THE STORY OF A BIRD LOVER 



fectly such a knife that my father had carried for 

 years. 



My father was a graduate of West Point His 

 family were New Jersey people ; my grandfather 

 and great-grandfather had long lived in the town 

 of New Brunswick. The personality of Joseph 

 Warren Scott, my grandfather, is still remembered 

 by some of the older people of New Brunswick, 

 though he has been dead many years. His reputa- 

 tion as a lawyer is not merely local. He was a grad- 

 uate of Princeton, and a scholar of parts. His 

 Greek Testament I always associate with him. 

 At the installation of Dr. McCosh as president of 

 Princeton in 1868, my grandfather was present, 

 the oldest graduate, representing the class of 1795. 



His father, my great-grandfather, was Moses 

 Scott, a surgeon in the Revolutionary army, a 

 member of General Washington's staff and his 

 intimate friend. My grandfather often told me 

 of the first time he saw General Washington. He 

 said he was playing in front of his father's house 

 shortly after the close of the Revolutionary War, 

 and he must have been some ten years old. A 

 gentleman rode up on horseback, unaccompanied, 

 and there being no one else in the street, he asked 

 the boy if he knew whether Dr. Scott was at home. 

 My grandfather answered that he was away on 

 a professional visit, and the gentleman then said, 

 " My boy, go into the house, and if Mrs. Scott is 



