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At any rate, that business of the Glassford wage being quoted at me in Visalia and other places in California was very interesting to me.

I don't know what became of General Glassford. I'm almost sure that he's still alive. He's the kind of man whose death would be reported. I certainly would have known of it and I certainly would have written a letter to somebody, because I think he was an ornament to whatever service bred him. At the time I should have said that he was in his early sixties, so maybe he is dead by now (1954). My impression is that he settled into the grass country in Virginia, that he had some connection there, either that he was born there, or that he had relatives there. Anyhow, it was like the hired man in Robert Frost's poem, “Home is where when you have to go they have to take you in.” He was certainly not in any despair when I last saw him and last heard of him. He was very pleased with himself. He was the type of man that the Greeks used to call sanguine. That's a lovely word. It means bloody in Greek, but not in English. In olden days that meant a man able to kill and shed blood, able to shed his own blood, not be bogged down by it, to still have hope and courage and vim and vigor and a positive attitude toward life, a cheerful attitude toward life. He was that type.