INTRODUCTORY CHAPTERS XLVll 



fashioned shot pouches with automatic gauge at outlet, 

 each perfectly fitted down into the velvet so that when the 

 gun and case wns presented it was a complete equipment 

 for the field. Was it not the gun one would picture Frank 

 Forester would give Tom Draw? 



Thomas Harry Ward was deeply interested when I 

 brought out my list of Frank Forester's works, and items 

 pertaining to him, and especially when he noted they 

 included sporting books, stories, sketches, biographies, 

 historical novels, tales, poems, works edited or translated, 

 magazines, companions, reviews edited or containing 

 articles written by or alluding to Forester; biographical 

 notices of Frank Forester; autograph letters of Frank 

 Forester, including his splendid tribute to "my true 

 friend„ honest, fat Tom of Warwick" written to 

 "John W. Hasbrouck, Esq., Whig Press Office, Mid- 

 dletown, Orange County, New York." This is post- 

 marked and dated "Newark, N. J. Feby. 1st. 1854", 

 all in Herbert's writing and duly signed; also A. L. 

 S. of Fred E. Pond ("Will Wildwood"), T. Robinson 

 Warren (sporting author and pupil of Herbert), Isaac 

 McLellan (poet sportsman whose cousin, Sarah Barker, 

 was Frank Forester's first wife), H. L. Herbert (a relative 

 of Herbert and one of the group in the Meadow Brook 

 Hvmt picture with Colonel Theodore Roosevelt, Thomas 

 Hitchcock, William Jay and August Belmont, shown in 

 the Poems of Frank Forester), Mrs. Margaret Herbert 

 Mather; with steel engravings, photographs, sale cata- 

 logues and other data, making a list covering over one 

 hundred and eighty pages. Perhaps it was only then he 

 appreciated the intellect of the writer-sportsman who had 

 made his grandfather famous in two hemispheres. Then 

 he eagerly asked where he could obtain a copy of The 

 Wanvick Woodlands, for while he had read one he did not 

 own one. I told him what we contemplated and he at once 

 said, "I will take five copies." 



Dusk was now drawing on and we soon started on our 

 return trip; a most delightful run of over fifty odd miles 

 to New York, winding through the Park the gift of Mrs. 

 E. H. Harriman, and the Palisade Park which adjoins it. 

 There is no motor trip for thirty or forty mile' more 

 beautiful in America, and I am told that the late George 

 W. Perkins was in a great measure responsible as it was 



