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CHAPTER VI
WORDS OF PROFESSOR ROYCE AT THE WALTON HOTEL AT PHILADELPHIA, DECEMBER 29, 1915[1]
I was born in 1855 in California. My
native town was a mining town in the
Sierra Nevada, — a place five or six years
older than myself. My earliest recollections
include a very frequent wonder as to what
my elders meant when they said that this
was a new community. I frequently looked
at the vestiges left by the former diggings of
miners, saw that many pine logs were rotten,
and that a miner's grave was to be found in
a lonely place not far from my own house.
Plainly men had lived and died thereabouts.
- ↑ After the dinner at the Walton Hotel, Professor Royce, in acknowledgment of the kindness of his friends, made a brief statement, largely autobiographical in its character. The following is a summary of this statement, and is founded upon some notes which friends present amongst the guests have kindly supplied, to aid the speaker to remind his friends of the spirit of what he tried to express.
