“It’s the first real grief that ever entered my life. I have been singularly free from such afflictions and I feel a resentment that is more personal to myself than the removal of the dearest and best-beloved friend I have ever had. I resent the fact that I shall never see him again nor hear his voice. I have no prayers to offer nor any howling to high heaven. It’s a bloody gamble, the best one can make of it- and I’m thankful for ten years of the richest and most fruitful and beloved friendship I have ever known. I am infinitely more impressed with the fact that what I have had cannot be taken from me, than I am of the possibility of ever seeing him again. The memories are very wonderful- they are indissolubly connected with the wilderness and all that it stands for. He was a child of Nature and played his part like a real man. Never a whine, nor an excuse. He always faced front and his loyalty was one of the most god-like things I have known in a lifetime of over 61 years.” Frothingham, June 8th 1926 (IMG_2915)

Explorers Club, Sons of St. Patrick