THE MUSEOLOGIST 



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\o\\\i\\Q 2 April, 1921 Number 4 



JOHN BURROUGHS 



(1837-1921) 



Nature and her lovers have lost a friend — one who saw 

 miracles where other men saw commonplaces, and who wrote 

 of what he saw in prose and verse like the effortless flow of 

 casual but significant conversation. He was the rough and 

 ready outdoor comrade of Muir and Roosevelt, the devoted 

 friend and admirer of Walt Whitman, and the enthusiastic 

 student of Bergson, HuxW, Emerson, Fabre, Carlyle, Goethe. 

 One might speak at length of the quiet life and work of John 

 Burroughs. But he speaks best for himself, in a voice that 

 will always be vibrant and young: 



'' Your real lover of nature does not love mereh' the beauti- 

 ful things which he culls here and there; he loves the earth 

 itself, the faces of the hills and mountains, the rocks, the 

 streams, the naked trees no less than the leafy trees, a plowed 

 field no less than a green meadow. He does not know what 

 it is that draws him. It is not beauty, any more than it is 

 beauty in his father and mother that makes hun love them. 

 It is 'something far more deeply interfused,' — something 

 native and kindred that calls to him. In certain moods how 

 good the earth, the soil, seems! One wants to feel it with his 



