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the Honor Roll on the Main Street of the town (formerly 

 known as the King's Highway) we saw that three of Mr. 

 Sanford's sons had like their forbears centuries before 

 answered their country's call. These gentlemen and other 

 good gentlefolk of the Valley of Warwick had founded on 

 May 4th, 1906, the Historical Society of the Town of War- 

 wick with Mr. Sanford as President, Mr. Ketehum as 

 Firat Vice President, and Mr. Crissey as Treasurer, and 

 Mrs. Van Duzer and others and naturtdly to them we turn- 

 ed on our arrival in the village. 



We fotmd Mr. Crissey 's residence, just back of Tom 

 Draw's tavern on Main Street and while I have given 

 Christinas presents to children and seen prisoners over- 

 joyed as the judge read their discharge, never have I seen 

 anyone more pleased than Mr. Crissey when he found 

 that Mr. Pond had at last come to Warwick. The former 

 was almost four score years of age, the latter sixty-two; 

 both loved Forester and by letters knew and appreciated 

 each other. Time and again Mr. Crissey had looked for- 

 ward to Mr. Pond's coming only to be disappointed, but 

 he now met him in the flesh. 



The next day at the home we met Mrs. Crissey and her 

 daughter, both of whom helped keep aglow the old gentle- 

 man's love of WaTivich Woodlands and Frank Forester's 

 writings, and Mr. Crissey told us of a charming visit of 

 John Burroughs to his home, how he had visited Bur- 

 roughs at Slabsides and how delightful the acquaintance 

 was to him. After planning to be guided on the morrow 

 by Mr. Crissey and his daughter over the vale where Frank 

 Forester had shot, hunted and fished; we motored to the 

 Demerest Home for dinner, after which we drove out 

 through the cemetery where Tom Draw was buried, and 

 on the street not far distant found Mr. Ketehum and his 

 keen and intelligent daughter. Miss Florence, with her 

 mother on the piazza. 



Our visit was of the deepest interest to them both. Mr. 

 Pond spoke of his Herbert collection and the value and 

 extent of mine, especially the English editions and my 

 good fortune in securing the gems of the J. Charles Davis 

 collection and other rare volumes at the late John Gerard 

 Heckscher sale in February 1909. 



In an hour's chat we went over Foresteriana with spark- 

 ling eyes and eager words and it was brought out that in 



