Near ing the End of the Trail 



centerpiece of glowing carnations of the same color 

 made a brilliant picture of " Stanford red," x to say 

 nothing of the good cheer and happy communion. 

 While we still sat at table, Anderson was prevailed 

 upon to read some stately stanzas he had written to 

 accompany the gift of an enlarged copy of my class 

 photograph of 1872.2 



Dinner over, by courtesy of the Wilburs, the Jor- 

 dan Club 3 held a reception in my honor in the big 

 formal Hall of the residence. During the evening, 

 "Charlie" Field without whose saucy, felicitous 

 note no joyful Stanford gathering is quite complete 

 read a number of telegrams and letters, punctuating 

 them with flashes of humor and tenderness. The iion 

 Zoology Club then presented a big wreath of laurel 

 tied with cardinal ribbon and carrying two stanzas 

 from "Rabbi Ben Ezra," after which Dr. Henry 

 David Gray repeated a fine original poem dedicated 

 to me, and Professor Lee Emerson Bassett read 

 several other affecting tributes from devoted dis- 

 ciples. 4 



It is comforting to feel that one's labors have borne 

 ample fruit in other lives, as well as in his own! 



1 "The flower of life is red." BROWNING 



2 See Vol. I, opposite page 96. 



3 See Chapter xxxvi, page 293. 



4 See Appendix M (page 827). 



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