TRIBUTES TO DR. MILLER 



BY E. E. ROOT. 



[Dr. C. C. Miller died Sept. 4, 1920. The following tribute was paid 

 him in the October (1920) Gleanings in Bee Culture by his old-time friend 

 and close acquaintance, Editor E. R. Root. This tribute tells of Dr. Miller's 

 contributions to beekeeping rather more exactly and with less modesty than 

 Dr. Miller has told of them himself.] 



A gi'eat voice has been stilled ; but those bright and breezy 

 sayings from the Sage of Marengo, always labeled with smiles, 

 will live after. Such a life can not die; but all that is earthly 

 of Dr. C. C. Miller passed away on Sept. 4, 1920, in his nine- 

 tieth year. 



When he was obliged to give up his department of Stray 

 Straws in Gleanings in Bee Culture some months ago, on ac- 

 count of severe sickness and his advanced age, there came a 

 feeling over me that I must see him once more before he 

 passed from the scenes of earth, feel his handshake, and see 

 that face so beaming with smiles. 



As I was scheduled to be present at a Chautauqua held at 

 Madison, Wis., on Aug. 16 to 20, I decided that on my return 

 I would pay Dr. Miller a visit between trains. On arriving at 

 the Chautauqua I told Dr. E. F. Phillips that I purposed to go 

 and see the man who wrote Stray Straws, and asked him if it 

 would not be possible for him and Mr. Geo. S. Demuth to go 

 along with me. Precisely that thought was in the minds of 

 both of these men, and we were not long in making up a little 

 party to motor from Madison to Marengo. This party was 

 made up of Dr. E. F. Phillips, Geo. S. Demuth, H. F. Wilson, 

 and the writer. 



We had expected to see Dr. MUler showing his age, and 

 the once virile face and form infirm with years; but we were 

 agreeably surprised to see apparently the same man with the 

 same vigor of body and mind that I had seen 35 years earlier. 

 He seemed to be at his very best, and the members of our 

 party all agreed that his mind was as alert and keen as ever. 

 He appeared to be a man of 60 or 70 years rather than 90. 



That wonderful smile that betokened the happy nature 

 within must have camouflaged whatever of bodily infirmity 



