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Not for Burbank's position and opportunity, as in that hour of emotion they appeared even to us who knew politics from behind the scenes, not for the reality of what the sounding title of President seems to mean, would I have changed with him, would I have paid the degrading price he had paid. I preferred my own position if I had bowed the knee, at least it was not to men.
Carlotta, who like most women took no interest in politics because it lacks "heart-interest," came to me with eyes swimming and cheeks aglow. She had just been reading about Burbank's heroism. "Isn't he splendid!" she cried. "I always told you he'd be President. And you didn't believe me." "Be patient with me, my dear," said I. "I am not a woman with seven-league boots of intuition.
Graham saved the painful situation by saying casually: "Do you know, I've just been reading De Vries' eulogy of Luther Burbank's work, and it seems to me that Dick is to the domestic animal world what Burbank is to the domestic vegetable world. You are life- makers here thumbing the stuff into new forms of utility and beauty."
We now believe that polled cattle, five-toed Dorkings, top-knotted Houdans, frizzles and black skinned chickens arose through mutations. Burbank's Methods The wonderful Burbank with his thornless cactus, his stoneless plum, and his white blackberry, is simply a searcher after mutations. His success is not because he uses any secret methods, but because of the size of his operations.
"Burbank's got good men around him." "You approve of his Cabinet?" "Of course, they're all strong party men. I like a good party man. I like a man that has convictions and principles, and stands up for 'em." "Your newspapers say some pretty severe things about those men." "So I read," said he, "but you know how that is, Mr. Sayler. They've got to pound 'em to please the party.
No money, no bribes of patronage have to be given to them; but it costs several millions to raise that mass to the pitch of hot enthusiasm which will make each individual in it certain to go to the polls on election day and take his neighbors, instead of staying at home and hoping the party won't lose. Burbank's work was, therefore, highly important.
Burbank's own home was at Rivington, and I should have had him visited there, had it not been on a single-track branch-railway which could not handle without danger and discomfort the scores of thousands we were planning to carry to and from him almost daily.
Then she wrapped herself warmly, and locking the lonely little house behind her, set out to finish her work in the church. It would not be fair to him to say that Mrs. Burbank's letter had brought him back to Edgewood, but it had certainly accelerated his steps.
That was what going home had meant for him these ten years, but he afterward felt it strange that this thought should have struck him so forcibly on that particular day. Entering the boarding-house, he found Mrs. Burbank's letter with its Edgewood postmark on the hall table, and took it up to his room.
"When it comes to so sensitive and pliable a thing as the nature of a child, the problem becomes vastly easier." Magnetically drawn to this great American, I visited him again and again. One morning I arrived at the same time as the postman, who deposited in Burbank's study about a thousand letters. Horticulturists wrote him from all parts of the world.
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