Of wheels; the groan of yokes and grinding steel Vast line, that reached as if to touch the goal, Then hope loomed fair, and home lay far behind; At first the way lay green and fresh as seas, The sunny streams went by in belt of trees; Swept by on horse, looked back, stretched forth and gave Awhile, and point away, dark-browed and grave, Into the far and dim and distant plain With signs and prophecies, and then plunged on again. Some hills at last began to lift and break; Strange hungered birds, black-winged and still as death, Strange unnamed birds, that seemed to come and go Continual, yet never touch the earth; Of life, looked back, then sank like crickets in a hearth. Then dust arose, a long dim line like smoke From out of riven earth. The wheels went groaning by, And desert winds blew sudden, swift and dry. It seemed to fret and fill the very sky. Lo! dust upon the beasts, the tent, the plain, They sat in desolation and in dust By dried-up desert streams; the mother's hands Their tongues and faintly called across the lands. The panting wolves slid by, red-eyed, in bands They rose by night; they struggled on and on frail as fair! You faltered not, nor murmured anywhere, Bore on through burning hell your double burdens through. Men stood at last, the decimated few, Above a land of running streams, and they? They pushed aside the boughs, and peering through Then some did curse, and some bend hands to pray; They mourned. But one, with nothing left beside The Cincinnatus of the West, Whom envy dared not hate, Bequeathed the name of WASHINGTON, THE CHARACTER OF WASHINGTON 2 HENRY CABOT LODGE (1850- > Washington stands among the greatest men of human history, and those in the same rank with him are very few. Whether measured by what he did, or what he was, or by the effect of his work upon the history of mankind, in every aspect he is entitled to the place he holds among the greatest of his race. Few men in all time have such a record of achievement. Still fewer can show, at the end of a career so crowded with high deeds and memorable victories, a life so free 1 From Works of Lord Byron, published by John Murray, London, 1832. 2 From "Hero Tales from American History," by Henry Cabot Lodge and Theodore Roosevelt. Copyright, 1895, by The Century Company, New York. Used by permission of the publishers. from spot, a character so unselfish and so pure, a fame so void of doubtful points demanding either defense or explanation. Eulogy of such a life is needless, but it is always important to recall and freshly to remember just what manner of man he was. In the first place, he was physically a striking figure. He was very tall, powerfully made, with a strong, handsome face. He was remarkably muscular and powerful. As a boy, he was a leader in all outdoor sports. No one could fling the bar farther than he, and no one could ride more difficult horses. As a young man, he became a woodsman and hunter. Day after day he could tramp through the wilderness with his gun and his surveyor's chain, and then sleep at night beneath the stars. He feared no exposure or fatigue, and he outdid the hardiest backwoodsman in following a winter trail and swimming icy streams. This habit of vigorous bodily exercise he carried through life. Whenever he was at Mount Vernon he gave a large part of his time to fox hunting, riding after his hounds through the most difficult country. His physical power and endurance counted for much in his success when he commanded his army, and when the heavy anxieties of general and President weighed upon his mind and heart. He was an educated but not a learned man. He read well and remembered what he read, but his life was from the beginning a life of action, and the world of men his school. He was not a military genius like Hannibal, or Cæsar, or Napoleon, of which the world has had only three or four examples. But he was a great soldier of the type which the English race has produced, like Marlborough and Cromwell, Wellington, Grant, and Lee. He was patient under defeat, capable of large combina |