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fateful June 14, and how that weird whistle seemed to ex- 

 ult over men who, with empty guns, were rushing forward 

 to glory and the grave." A little more than a year ago he 

 again visited that battlefield; again heard the whistling of 

 the merry Bob Whites, descendants of those birds of 1863, 

 and received from the proprietor of the plantation the 

 son of the owner at the time of the battle a cordial invi- 

 tation to come down when the season opened and shoot 

 in peace over the field where his men had shot in war some 

 thirty years before. Verily the whirligig of time brings 

 wondrous changes, as well as revenges ! 



With the return of peace the Colonel went back to his 

 former position in the Insurance Department of the State, 

 and to the dogs. He bred a good and serviceable line of 

 setters from the native strains of Mr. Truax, of Albany, 

 N. Y., and of General William J. Sewell, of Cape May, 

 Colonel E. M. Quimby, of Morristown, and Mr. Theo- 

 dore Morford, of Newton, all in the sporting State of New 

 Jersey. With these dogs he established the kennels of 

 Fox Farm, near Morristown, N. J. 



In the early '705 Mr. Raymond entered into partner- 

 ship with Mr. John A. Little, the general agent of the 

 Mutual Life Insurance Company for New York City. 

 Later on, when Mr. Little retired from business, Mr. R. 

 assumed sole charge of the Mutual Life's metropolitan 

 agency, which includes Long Island and Staten Island, a 

 position which he retains to-day. In 1890 he was elected 

 to the presidency of the National Association of Life Un- 

 derwriters, and few men are w r ider known or have more 

 warm personal friends than the genial and cultured gen- 

 tleman who is the subject of this sketch, of whom a writer 

 once said: "The fine and distinctive personality of Mr. 

 Raymond is what makes him what he is. We might 

 sweep away all business details, and all that men know 



