laughing, and another "good-by," and yet he did not come. Then I went out to see what had happened. I found the President down on the ground shaking hands with the whole lot of them. Some one had reached up to shake his hand as he was about withdrawing, and this had been followed by such eagerness on the part of the rest of the people to do likewise, that the President had instantly got down to gratify them. Had the secret service men known it, they would have been in a pickle. We probably have never had a President who responded more freely and heartily to the popular liking for him than Roosevelt. The crowd always seem to be in love with him the moment they see him and hear his voice. And it is not by reason of any arts of eloquence, or charm of address, but by reason of his inborn heartiness and sincerity, and his genuine manliness. The people feel his quality at once. In Bermuda last winter I met a Catholic priest who had sat on the platform at some place in New England very near the President while he w
John Burroughs (1837-1921) was a prolific essayist and American naturalist. At the age of 69, he traveled to Yosemite with President Theodore Roosevelt and recorded his experiences and impressions in this short essay.
Though the accounting of the wildlife is fascinating,. even more fascinating is Burroughs impressions of Theodore Roosevelt.
For this particular reviewer, this adds great value to the book as though I disagree with some of Roosevelt's political views, the man was certainly one of the greatest lights of the 20th century. A sickly lad who grew up into both wealth and tragedy (his wife and mother both died in his house on Valentine's Day), his strength of character, his dedication to virtue, his soaring intelligence, heroic courage, and love for life made an impression on everybody who encountered him. To see this reflected in the essay of another great man is a refreshing read into a time and life long gone and one that will most likely be never seen again.
C. Alan Loewen