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to their rest ; among them my earliest and trusted 

 guide, who knew more of woodcraft and of angling 

 than any man I ever met. But George Morse now 

 sleeps his last sleep in the Soldier's Cemetery at 

 Washington, where his resting-place is marked by 

 a simple head-stone, reared to his memory by his 

 old friend, Gen. Spinner, who was " one of us " 

 during this first visit, and whose genial humor and 

 happy ways rendered that particular excursion, 

 extending from Boonville to Potsdam, ever-memo- 

 rable. The General seldom fished during the trip, 

 except for minnows as bait for others. His de- 

 light was to gather ferns and leaves and mosses 

 and shells and geological specimens with which to 

 adorn his home cabinet. And this habit, with all 

 his exhausting labors as treasurer of the United 

 States, he has kept up from that day to this. Those 

 who visit his private office in the treasury building 

 at "Washington will find its walls lined with beau- 

 tiful clusters of these treasures of nature, all of his 

 own gathering. They mark the simple tastes and 

 habits of the man through whose hands hundreds 

 of thousands of millions have passed during the 

 last twelve years without a single dollar adhering 

 unlawfully to his fingers. Would he be what he 

 is in the responsible office he holds had he not first 

 acquired the simple habits of an honest angler? 

 His jealous care of his responsible trust now pre- 



