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2 He never regained anything like sound health after it was broken by camp fevers in the Civil War. But nothing could crush
him or in any appreciable degree abate his wonderful industry. Head and heart triumphed over everything. He had a wonderful
memory, knew almost every author, could quote their finest pieces as if reading from their books. The beauty and manly strength
of his character, and his capacity for life long sacrafice and devotion are displayed in his writings, but still more tellingly
in his conversation when his fine face was glowing with soul radium. Like every great hearted poet he was a nature lover
and a charming companion on wave-embroidered shores and sunny hills and mountains, and it is with peculiar delight that I
recall my walks with him on the Pasadena hills in the spring when everything was rejoicing in newness of life, and in sublime
Yosemite When I took John Burroughs into the valley we had the grand good fortune to find our beloved Browne there. He was
suffering from his dreadful sick-headaches and was unable to go to the hotel dinner table, so I managed to get something he
wanted from the kitchen, and we