Clarence King 



and admiration, and when the end 

 comes, though the mourning of their 

 friends is deep and sincere, it is 

 tinged with something exquisite and 

 splendid, like the luxury of purple 

 and gold that attends the close of 

 a troubled and electric day. 



Such a man was Clarence King. 

 While he lived, it was our habit to 

 believe that no real evil could be- 

 fall him ; and now that he is dead, — 

 although we know we have lost 

 something from life which made it 

 especially precious and desirable, yet 

 there remains a souvenir so delight- 

 ful, so filled with tenderness and 

 inspiration, that there are few pleas- 

 ures the world contains so valuable 

 as his memory in the hearts of his 

 friends. 



He possessed to an extraordinary 

 degree the power of attracting and 

 attaching to himself friends of every 

 sort and condition. The cowboys 



