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definite holding to purpose, his accomplishment of the impossible in 

 the face of hopeless inertia, supreme lack of interest, and utterly in- 

 adequate financial support. But he did it! And with it all, kept 

 sweet ever serenely kind, ever quietly and gently determined, ever 

 the uniformly courteous, steadfastly righteous, victoriously efficient 

 leader and chief. 



We always called him "the Chief" the name fitted him as no 

 lesser title could. And how all the queer folk loved him, the gentle, 

 sweet-natured, responsive Ainu; the chattering, pranksome Pygmies; 

 the grave, stolid Tehuelche, and even the passive, undemonstrative 

 Indians of every tribe. They all adored him, just as we did for his 

 was "the understanding heart." Never shall I forget the picture all 

 these strange folks made as they straggled back across the fields to the 

 Exposition grounds from some fiesta held at Delnar Race Track to 

 which the Doctor had taken his flock one summer Sunday during the 

 exposition period. Led by the Chief, with whom walked old Geroni- 

 mo, they trailed along in the heart of the sunset over the hills, In- 

 dians and Ainu, Pygmies and Patagonians, Japanese and Filipino, 

 red, black, yellow, and white, each in his own tongue and in his own 

 way going over the afternoon's fun surely the most startling and 

 never-to-be-forgotten procession of primitive peoples in all America. 



He was so kind to them, and to all of us. He was so just and con- 

 siderate. He thought straight. He "never even knew the name of 

 fear." He was of all men one who saw life clearly, and saw it whole. 

 He never spared himself, never thought of self. Never, in all the 

 years I served him, never once did I know him to think or say or do 

 an inconsiderate, or an unjust, or an unkind thing. And yet no man 

 could be so stern and so relentless toward the wrongdoer, if neces- 

 sary. There was no excuse for any wrong, or any mistake. He de- 

 manded the best and he got it, for he gave the best. He had the 

 rare faculty of inspiring and holding devoted personal loyalty and 

 unswerving allegiance. More than anyone I have ever known 

 he exemplified the incomparable, indomitable courage of William 

 Vaughan Moody's "Fire Bringer." 



He didn't preach, he just lived all the things he expected from us. 

 I shall never forget his saying, .toward the close of one particularly 

 turbulent Saturday, "Now remember the Golden Text for.tomor- 



