Title: Theodore Roosevelt
Author: Pearson, Edmund Lester, 1880-1937
Language: English
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True Stories of Great Americans

THEODORE ROOSEVELT


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  OTHER BOOKS BY MR. PEARSON

  (Published by the Macmillan Company)
    The Believing Years
    The Voyage of the Hoppergrass
    The Secret Book

  (Published Elsewhere)
    The Old Liberians Almanack
    The Library and the Librarian
    The Librarian at Play

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[Illustration: Copyright by Underwood and Underwood.

MR. ROOSEVELT AT SAGAMORE HILL.]


THEODORE ROOSEVELT

by

EDMUND LESTER PEARSON



New York
The Macmillan Company
1920

All rights reserved

Copyright, 1920, by the Macmillan Company

Set up and electrotyped. Published July, 1920.



ACKNOWLEDGMENT


The author wishes to express his gratitude for permission to refer to
the works which have been consulted in writing this book.

First and foremost, to Mr. William Roscoe Thayer, for "Theodore
Roosevelt; An Intimate Biography." (Houghton, Mifflin Co.)

To Messrs. Charles Scribner's Sons for these writings of Theodore
Roosevelt: "African Game Trails"; "Theodore Roosevelt: An
Autobiography"; "The Rough Riders"; "Through the Brazilian Wilderness";
"History as Literature." And for "Theodore Roosevelt and His Time" by
Joseph Bucklin Bishop, in _Scribner's Magazine_, for December, 1919.

To Messrs. Harper and Brothers and to Mr. Hermann Hagedorn for "The
Boys' Life of Theodore Roosevelt" by Hermann Hagedorn.

To The Century Company for these books by Theodore Roosevelt: "The
Strenuous Life"; "Ranch Life and the Hunting Trail."

To Messrs. G. P. Putnam's Sons for these books by Theodore Roosevelt:
"American Ideals"; "The Wilderness Hunter."

To Mr. Charles G. Washburn for his "Theodore Roosevelt; the Logic of
His Career." (Houghton, Mifflin Co.)

To Messrs Doubleday, Page & Co. and to Mr. Lawrence F. Abbott for
"Impressions of Theodore Roosevelt" by Lawrence F. Abbott.



CONTENTS

   I. The Boy Who Collected Animals           1
  II. In College                             10
 III. In Politics                            18
  IV. "Ranch Life and the Hunting Trail"     28
   V. Two Defeats                            37
  VI. Fighting Office-Seekers                44
 VII. Police Commissioner                    50
VIII. The Rough Rider                        58
  IX. Governor of New York                   70
   X. President of the United States         81
  XI. The Lion Hunter                        99
 XII. Europe and America                    110
XIII. The Bull Moose                        120
 XIV. The Explorer                          131
  XV. The Man                               137
 XVI. The Great American                    149



LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

Mr. Roosevelt at Sagamore Hill _Frontispiece_

                                          FACING
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Theodore Roosevelt About 10 Years Old         33

Mr. Roosevelt as a Hunter                     48

President Roosevelt Speaking in Atlanta       81

The Rough Rider (Cartoon)                     96

President Roosevelt in the Saddle            113

President and Mrs. Roosevelt and Children    128

President Theodore Roosevelt                 144



THEODORE ROOSEVELT



CHAPTER I

THE BOY WHO COLLECTED ANIMALS


If you had been in New York in 1917 or 1918 you might have seen,
walking quickly from a shop or a hotel to an automobile, a thick-set
but active and muscular man, wearing a soft black hat and a cape
overcoat. Probably there would have been a group of people waiting
on the sidewalk, as he came out, for this was Theodore Roosevelt,
Ex-President of the United States, and there were more Americans who
cared to know what he was doing, and to hear what he was saying, than
cared about any other living man.

Although he was then a private citizen, holding no office, he was a
leader of his country, which was engaged in the Great War. Americans
were being called upon,--the younger men to risk their lives in battle,
and the older people to suffer and support their losses. Theodore
Roosevelt had always said that it was a good citizen's duty cheerfully
to do one or the other of these things in the hour of danger. They knew
that he had done both; and so it was to him that men turned, as to a
strong and brave man, whose words were simple and noble, and what was
more important, whose actions squared with his words.

He had come back, not long before, from one of his hunting trips, and
it was said that fever was still troubling him. The people wish to
know if this is true, and one of the men on the sidewalk, a reporter,
probably, steps forward and asks him a question.

He stops for a moment, and turns toward the man. Not much thought of
sickness is left in the mind of any one there! His face is clear, his
cheeks ruddy,--the face of a man who lives outdoors; and his eyes,
light-blue in color, look straight at the questioner. One of his eyes,
it had been said, was dimmed or blinded by a blow while boxing, years
before, when he was President. But no one can see anything the matter
with the eyes; they twinkle in a smile, and as his face puckers up, and
his white teeth show for an instant under his light-brown moustache,
the group of people all smile, too.

His face is so familiar to them,--it is as if they were looking at
somebody they knew as well as their own brothers. The newspaper
cartoonists had shown it to them for years. No one else smiled like
that; no one else spoke so vigorously.

"Never felt better in my life!" he answers, bending toward the man.

"But thank you for asking!" and there is a pleasant and friendly
note in his voice, which perhaps surprises some of those who, though
they had heard much of his emphatic speech, knew but little of his
gentleness. He waves his hand, steps into the automobile, and is gone.

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Theodore Roosevelt was born October 27, 1858, in New York City, at 28
East Twentieth Street. The first Roosevelt of his family to come to
this country was Klaes Martensen van Roosevelt who came from Holland
to what is now New York about 1644. He was a "settler," and that, says
Theodore Roosevelt, remembering the silly claims many people like to
make about their long-dead ancestors, is a fine name for an immigrant,
who came over in the steerage of a sailing ship in the seventeenth
century instead of the steerage of a steamer in the nineteenth century.
From that time, for the next seven generations, from father to son,
every one of the family was born on Manhattan Island. As New Yorkers
say, they were "straight New York."

Immigrant or settler, or whatever Klaes van Roosevelt may have been,
his children and grandchildren had in them more than ordinary ability.
They were not content to stand still, but made themselves useful and
prosperous, so that the name was known and honored in the city and
State even before the birth of the son who was to make it illustrious
throughout the world.

"My father," says the President, "was the best man I ever knew.... He
never physically punished me but once, but he was the only man of whom
I was ever really afraid." The elder Roosevelt was a merchant, a man
courageous and gentle, fond of horses and country life. He worked hard
at his business, for the Sanitary Commission during the Civil War, and
for the poor and unfortunate of his own city, so hard that he wore
himself out and died at forty-six. The President's mother was Martha
Bulloch from Georgia. Two of her brothers were in the Confederate
Navy, so while the Civil War was going on, and Theodore Roosevelt was
a little boy, his family like so many other American families, had in
it those who wished well for the South, and those who hoped for the
success of the North.

Many American Presidents have been poor when they were boys. They have
had to work hard, to make a way for themselves, and the same strength
and courage with which they did this has later helped to bring them
into the White House. It has seemed as if there were magic connected
with being born in a log-cabin, or having to work hard to get an
education, so that only the boys who did this could become famous. Of
course it is what is in the boy himself, together with the effect his
life has had on him, that counts. The boy whose family is rich, or even
well-off, has something to struggle against, too. For with these it is
easy to slip into comfortable and lazy ways, to do nothing because one
does not have to do anything. Some men never rise because their early
life was too hard; some, because it was too easy.

Roosevelt might have had the latter fate. His father would not have
allowed idleness; he did not care about money-making, especially, but
he did believe in work, for himself and his children. When the father
died, and his son was left with enough money to have lived all his days
without doing a stroke of work, he already had too much grit to think
of such a life. And he had too much good sense to start out to become a
millionaire and to pile million upon useless million.

He had something else to fight against: bad health. He writes: "I was
a sickly, delicate boy, suffered much from asthma, and frequently had
to be taken away on trips to find a place where I could breathe. One
of my memories is of my father walking up and down the room with me in
his arms at night, when I was a very small person, and of sitting up
in bed gasping, with my father and mother trying to help me. I went
very little to school. I never went to the public schools, as my own
children later did."[1] For a few months he went to a private school,
his aunt taught him at home, and he had tutors there.

[1] "Autobiography."

When he was ten his parents took him with his brother and sisters for
a trip to Europe, where he had a bad time indeed. Like most boys, he
cared nothing for picture-galleries and the famous sights, he was
homesick and he wished to get back to what really pleased him,--that
is, collecting animals. He was already interested in that. And only
when he could go to a museum and see, as he wrote in his diary,
"birds and skeletons" or go "for a spree" with his sister and buy two
shillings worth of rock-candy, did he enjoy himself in Europe.

His sister knew what he thought about the things one is supposed to see
in Europe, and in her diary set it down:

"I am so glad Mama has let me stay in the butiful hotel parlor while
the poor boys have been dragged off to the orful picture galary."

These experiences are funny enough now, but probably they were tragic
to him at the time. In a church in Venice there were at least some
moments of happiness. He writes of his sister "Conie":

"Conie jumped over tombstones spanked me banged Ellies head &c."

But in Paris the trip becomes too monotonous; and his diary says:

November 26. "I stayed in the house all day, varying the day with
brushing my hair, washing my hands and thinking in fact having a verry
dull time."

November 27. "I did the same thing as yesterday."

They all came back to New York and again he could study and amuse
himself with natural history. This study was one of his great pleasures
throughout life and when he was a man he knew more about the animals of
America than anybody except the great scholars who devoted their lives
to this alone.

It started with a dead seal that he happened to find laid out on a slab
in a market in Broadway. He was still a small boy, but when he heard
that the seal had been killed in the harbor, it reminded him of the
adventures he had been reading about in Mayne Reid's books. He went
back to the market, day after day, to look at the seal, to try to
measure it and to plan to own it and preserve it. He did get the skull,
and with two cousins started what they gave the grand name of the
"Roosevelt Museum of Natural History"!

Catching and keeping specimens for this museum gave him more fun than
it gave to some of his family. His mother was not well pleased when she
found some young white mice in the ice-chest, where the founder of the
"Roosevelt Museum" was keeping them safe. She quickly threw them away,
and her son, in his indignation, said that what hurt him about it was
"the loss to Science! The loss to Science!" Once, he and his cousin had
been out in the country, collecting specimens until all their pockets
were full. Then two toads came along,--such novel and attractive toads
that room had to be made for them. Each boy put one toad under his hat,
and started down the road. But a lady, a neighbor, met them, and when
the boys took off their hats, the toads did what any sensible toads
would do, hopped down and away, and so were never added to the Museum.

The Roosevelt family visited Europe again in 1873, and afterwards went
to Algiers and Egypt, where the air, it was hoped, would help the boy's
asthma. This was a pleasanter trip for him, and the birds which he saw
on the Nile interested him greatly.

His studies of natural history had been carried on in the summers at
Oyster Bay on Long Island, on the Hudson and in the Adirondacks. They
soon became more than a boy's fun, and some of the observations made
when he was fifteen, sixteen or seventeen years old have found their
way into learned books. When the State of New York published, many
years afterwards, two big volumes about the birds of the state, some of
these early writings by Roosevelt were quoted as important. A friend
has given me a four-page folder printed in 1877, about the summer birds
of the Adirondacks "by Theodore Roosevelt, Jr., and H. D. Minot." Part
of the observations were made in 1874 when he was sixteen. Ninety-seven
different birds are listed.

When he was fifteen and had returned a second time from Europe, he
began to study to enter Harvard. He was ahead of most boys of his age
in science, history and geography and knew something of German and
French. But he was weak in Latin, Greek and mathematics. He loved the
out-of-doors side of natural history, and hoped he might be a scientist
like Audubon.



CHAPTER II

IN COLLEGE


Roosevelt entered the Freshman class of Harvard University in 1876.
It is worth while to remember that this man who became as much of a
Westerner as an Easterner, who was understood and trusted by the people
of the Western States, was born on the Atlantic coast and educated at a
New England college.

The real American, if he was born in the East, does not talk with
contempt about the West; if he is a Westerner he does not pretend that
all the good in the world is on his side of the Mississippi. Nor,
wherever he came from, does he try to keep up old quarrels between
North and South. Theodore Roosevelt was an American, and admired by
Americans everywhere. Foolish folk who talk about the "effete East,"
meaning that the East is worn out and corrupt, had best remember that
Abraham Lincoln did not believe that when he sent his son to the same
college which Theodore Roosevelt's father chose for him.

At Harvard he kept up his studies and interest in natural history.
In the house where he lived he sometimes had a large, live turtle and
two or three kinds of snakes. He went in to Boston and came back with
a basket full of live lobsters, to the consternation of the other
people in the horse-car. He held a high office in the Natural History
Society, and took honors, when he graduated, in the subject. His
father had encouraged his desire to be a professor of natural history,
reminding him, however, that he must have no hopes of being a rich
man. In the end he gave up this plan, not because it did not lead to
money, for never in his life did he work to become wealthy, but because
he disliked science as it was then taught. One of the bad things the
German universities had done to the American colleges was to make them
worship fussy detail, and so science had become a matter of microscopes
and laboratories. The field-work of the naturalist was unknown or
despised.

He took part in four or five kinds of athletics. He seems never to
have played baseball, perhaps because of poor eyesight which made him
wear glasses. But he practiced with a rifle, rowed and boxed, ran and
wrestled. In his vacations he went hunting in Maine. Boxing was one of
his favorite forms of sport,--for two reasons. He thought a boy or a
man ought to be able to defend himself and others, and he enjoyed hard
exercise.

It is important to know what he thought and did about self-defense
and fighting. Many people dodge this, and other difficult subjects,
when they are talking to boys. It was not Roosevelt's way to hide his
thoughts in silence because of timidity, and then call his lack of
action by some such fine name as "tact" or "discretion." When there
was good reason for speaking out he always did so. Since a boy who is
forever fighting is not only a nuisance, but usually a bully, some
older folk go to the extreme and tell boys that all fighting is wrong.

Theodore Roosevelt did not believe it. When he was about fourteen, and
riding in a stage-coach on the way to Moosehead Lake, two other boys
in the coach began tormenting him. When he tried to fight them off, he
found himself helpless. Either of them could handle him, could hit him
and prevent him from hitting back. He decided that it was a matter of
self-respect for a boy to know how to protect himself and he learned to
box.

Speaking to boys he said later:

"One prime reason for abhorring cowards is because every good boy
should have it in him to thrash the objectionable boy as the need
arises."

And again:

"The very fact that the boy should be manly and able to hold his own,
that he should be ashamed to submit to bullying, without instant
retaliation, should in return, make him abhor any form of bullying,
cruelty, or brutality."[2]

[2] These two quotations from essay called "The American Boy" in "The
Strenuous Life," pp. 162, 164

When he was teaching a Sunday School class in Cambridge, during his
time at college, one of his pupils came in with a black eye. It turned
out that another boy had teased and pinched the first boy's sister
during church. Afterwards there had been a fight, and the one who
tormented the little girl had been beaten, but he had given the brother
a black eye.

"You did quite right," said Roosevelt to the brother and gave him a
dollar.

But the deacons of the church did not approve, and Roosevelt soon went
to another church.

Meanwhile he was learning to box. In his own story of his life he makes
fun of himself as a boxer, and says that in a boxing match he once won
"a pewter mug" worth about fifty cents. He is honest enough to say that
he was proud of it at the time, "kept it, and alluded to it, and I fear
bragged about it, for a number of years, and I only wish I knew where
it was now."

His college friends tell a different story of him. He was never one
of the best boxers, they say, and he was at a disadvantage because of
his eyesight. But he was plucky enough for two, and he fought fair.
He entered in the lightweight class in the Harvard Gymnasium, March
22, 1879. He won the first match. When time was called he dropped his
hands, and his opponent gave him a hard blow on the face. The fellows
around the ring all shouted "Foul! Foul!" and hissed. But Roosevelt
turned toward them, calling "Hush! He didn't hear!"

In the second match he met a man named Charlie Hanks, who was a little
taller, and had a longer reach, and so for all Roosevelt's pluck and
willingness to take punishment, Hanks won the match.

He was a member of three or four clubs,--the Institute, the Hasty
Pudding and the Porcellian. He was one of the editors of the _Harvard
Advocate_, took part in three or four college activities, and was fond
of target shooting and dancing. It is told that he never spoke in
public, until about his third year in college, that he was shy and had
great difficulty in speaking. It was by effort that he became one of
the best orators of his day.

Roosevelt did not like the way college debates were conducted. He said
that to make one side defend or attack a certain subject, without
regard to whether they thought it right or wrong, had a bad effect.

"What we need," he wrote, "is to turn out of colleges young men with
ardent convictions on the side of right; not young men who can make a
good argument for either right or wrong, as their interest bids them."

He did one thing in college which is not a matter of course with
students under twenty-two years old. He began to write a history, named
"The Naval War of 1812." It was finished and published two years after
he graduated, and in it he showed that his idea of patriotism included
telling the truth. Most American boys used to be brought up on the
story of the American frigate _Constitution_ whipping all the British
ships she met, and with the notion that the War of 1812 was nothing but
a series of brilliant victories for us.

Theodore Roosevelt thought that Americans were not so soft that they
were afraid to hear the truth, and that it was a poor sort of American
who dared not point out to his fellow-countrymen the mistakes they had
made and the disasters which followed. It did not seem patriotic to him
to dodge the fact that lack of wisdom at Washington had let our Army
run down before the war, so that our attempts to invade Canada were
failures, and that we suffered the disgrace of having Washington itself
captured and burned by the enemy.

There was a great deal to be proud of in what our Navy did, and in the
Army's victory in the Battle of New Orleans, and these things Roosevelt
described with the pride of every good American. But he had no use for
the old-fashioned kind of history, which pretends that all the bravery
is on one side. He did his best to get at the truth, and he knew that
the English and Canadians had fought bravely and well, and so he said
just that. Where our troops or our ships failed it was not through lack
of courage, but because they were badly led, and what was worse, since
it was so unnecessary, because the Government at Washington had lost
the battle in advance by neglecting to prepare.

Before he was twenty-four, Roosevelt was so well-informed in the
history of this period that he was later asked to write the chapter
dealing with the War of 1812 in a history of the British Navy.

At his graduation from Harvard he stood twenty-second in a class of
one hundred and seventy. This caused him to be elected to the Phi Beta
Kappa, the society of scholars. Before he graduated he became engaged
to be married to Miss Alice Lee of Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts.

He told his friend, Mr. Thayer, what he was going to do after
graduation.

"I am going to try to help the cause of better government in New York
City," he said. And he added:

"I don't know exactly how."



CHAPTER III

IN POLITICS


When he graduated from college Roosevelt was no longer in poor health.
His boxing and exercise in the gymnasium, and still more his outdoor
expeditions, and hunting trips in Maine, had made a well man of him. He
was yet to achieve strength and muscle, and his life in the West was to
give him the chance to do that.

His father died while he was in college and he was left, not rich, but
so well off that he might have lived merely amusing himself. He might
have spent his days in playing polo, hunting and collecting specimens
of animals. What he did during his life, in adding to men's knowledge
of the habits of animals, would have gained him an honorable place in
the history of American science, if he had done nothing else. So with
his writing of books. He earned the respect of literary men, and left
a longer list of books to his credit than do most authors, and on a
greater variety of subjects. But he was to do other and still more
important work than either of these things.

He believed in and quoted from one of the noblest poems ever written by
any man,--Tennyson's "Ulysses." And in this poem are lines which formed
the text for Roosevelt's life:

    How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
    To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
    As tho' to breathe were life.

This was the doctrine of "the strenuous life" which he preached,-- and
practiced. It was to perform the hard necessary work of the world, not
to sit back and criticize. It was to do disagreeable work if it had to
be done, not to pick out the soft jobs. It was to be afraid neither of
the man who fights with his fists or with a rifle, nor of the man who
fights with a sneering tongue or a sarcastic pen.

To go into New York politics from 1880-1882 was, for a young man of
Roosevelt's place in life, just out of college, what most of his
friends and associates called "simply crazy." That young men of good
education no longer think it a crazy thing to do, but an honorable and
important one, is due to Theodore Roosevelt more than to any other one
man.

As he sat on the window-seat of his friend's room in Holworthy Hall,
that day, and said he was going to try to help the cause of better
government in New York, Mr. Thayer looked at him and wondered if he
were "the real thing." Thirty-nine years later Mr. Thayer looked back
over the career of his college mate, and knew that he had talked that
day with one of the great men of our Republic, with one who, as another
of his college friends says, was never a "politician" in the bad sense,
but was always trying to advance the cause of better government.

The reason why it seemed to many good people a crazy thing to go into
politics was that the work was hard and disagreeable much of the time.
Politics were in the hands of saloon-keepers, toughs, drivers of street
cars and other "low" people, as they put it. The nice folk liked to
sit at home, sigh, and say: "Politics are rotten." Then they wondered
why politics did not instantly become pure. They demanded "reform" in
politics, as Roosevelt said, as if reform were something which could
be handed round like slices of cake. Their way of getting reform, if
they tried any way at all, was to write letters to the newspapers,
complaining about the "crooked politicians," and they always chose the
newspapers which those politicians never read and cared nothing about.

If any decent man did go into politics, hoping to do some good, these
same critics lamented loudly, and presently announced their belief that
he, too, had become crooked. If it were said that he had been seen with
a politician they disliked, or that he ate a meal in company with one,
they were sure he had gone wrong. They seemed to think that a reformer
could go among other officeholders and do great work, if he would only
begin by cutting all his associates dead, and refusing to speak to them.

It was a fortunate day for America when Theodore Roosevelt joined the
Twenty-first District Republican Club, and later when he ran for the
New York State Assembly from the same district. He was elected in
November, 1881. This was his beginning in politics.

In the Assembly at Albany, he presently made discoveries. He learned
something about the crooked politicians whom the stay-at-home reformers
had denounced from afar. He found that the Assembly had in it many good
men, a larger number who were neither good nor bad, but went one way
or another just as things happened to influence them at the moment.
Finally, there were some bad men indeed. He found that the bad men were
not always the poor, the uneducated, the men who had been brought up
in rough homes, lacking in refinement. On the contrary, he found some
extremely honest and useful men who had had exactly such unfavorable
beginnings.

Also, he soon discovered that there were, in and out of politics, some
men of wealth, of education, men who boasted that they belonged to the
"best families," who were willing to be crooked, or to profit from
other men's crooked actions. He soon announced this discovery, which
naturally made such men furious with him. They pursued him with their
hatred all his life. Some people really think that great wealth makes
crime respectable, and if it is pointed out to a wealthy but dishonest
man, that he is merely a common thief, and if in addition, the fact is
proved to everybody's satisfaction, his anger is noticeable.

Along with his serious work in the Assembly, Roosevelt found that there
was a great deal of fun in listening to the debates on the floor, or
the hearings in committees. One story, which he tells, is of two Irish
Assemblymen, both of whom wished to be leader of the minority. One, he
calls the "Colonel," the other, the "Judge." There was a question being
discussed of money for the Catholic Protectory, and somebody said that
the bill was "unconstitutional." Mr. Roosevelt writes:

  The Judge, who knew nothing--of the constitution, except that it
  was continually being quoted against all of his favorite projects,
  fidgetted about for some time, and at last jumped up to know if he
  might ask the gentleman a question. The latter said "Yes," and the
  Judge went on, "I'd like to know if the gintleman has ever personally
  seen the Catholic Protectoree?" "No, I haven't," said his astonished
  opponent. "Then, phwat do you mane by talking about its being
  unconstitootional? It's no more unconstitootional than you are!" Then
  turning to the house with slow and withering sarcasm, he added, "The
  throuble wid the gintleman is that he okkipies what lawyers would
  call a kind of a quasi-position upon this bill," and sat down amid
  the applause of his followers.

  His rival, the Colonel, felt he had gained altogether too much glory
  from the encounter, and after the nonplussed countryman had taken
  his seat, he stalked solemnly over to the desk of the elated Judge,
  looked at him majestically for a moment, and said, "You'll excuse
  my mentioning, sorr, that the gintleman who has just sat down knows
  more law in a wake than you do in a month; and more than that, Mike
  Shaunnessy, phwat do you mane by quotin' Latin on the flure of this
  House, _when you don't know the alpha and omayga of the language_!"
  and back he walked, leaving the Judge in humiliated submission behind
  him.[3]

[3] "American Ideals," p. 93.

Another story also relates to the "Colonel." He was presiding at a
committee meeting, in an extremely dignified and severe state of
mind. He usually came to the meetings in this mood, as a result
of having visited the bar, and taken a number of rye whiskies. The
meeting was addressed by "a great, burly man ... who bellowed as if
he had been a bull of Bashan."

  The Colonel, by this time pretty far gone, eyed him malevolently,
  swaying to and fro in his chair. However, the first effect of the
  fellow's oratory was soothing rather than otherwise, and produced the
  unexpected result of sending the chairman fast asleep bolt upright.
  But in a minute or two, as the man warmed up to his work, he gave a
  peculiar resonant howl which waked the Colonel up. The latter came to
  himself with a jerk, looked fixedly at the audience, caught sight of
  the speaker, remembered having seen him before, forgot that he had
  been asleep, and concluded that it must have been on some previous
  day. Hammer, hammer, hammer, went the gavel, and--

  "I've seen you before, sir!"

  "You have not," said the man.

  "Don't tell me I lie, sir!" responded the Colonel, with sudden
  ferocity. "You've addressed this committee on a previous day!"

  "I've never--" began the man; but the Colonel broke in again:

  "Sit down, sir! The dignity of the chair must be preserved! No man
  shall speak to this committee twice. The committee stands adjourned."
  And with that he stalked majestically out of the room, leaving the
  committee and the delegation to gaze sheepishly into each other's
  faces.[4]

[4] "American Ideals," p. 96.

There was in the Assembly a man whom Mr. Roosevelt calls "Brogan."

  He looked like a serious elderly frog. I never heard him speak more
  than once. It was before the Legislature was organized, or had
  adopted any rules; and each day the only business was for the clerk
  to call the roll. One day Brogan suddenly rose, and the following
  dialogue occurred:

  Brogan. Misther Clu-r-r-k!

  The Clerk. The gentleman from New York.

  Brogan. I rise to a point of ordher under the rules!

  The Clerk. There are no rules.

  Brogan. Thin I object to them.

  The Clerk. There are no rules to object to.

  Brogan. Oh! (nonplussed; but immediately recovering himself.) Thin I
  move that they be amended until there ar-r-re![5]

[5] "Autobiography," p 99.

Roosevelt was three times elected to the Assembly. He took an interest
in laws to reform the Primaries and the Civil Service, and he demanded
that a certain corrupt judge be removed. This astonished the Assembly,
for the judge had powerful and rich friends. His own party advised the
twenty-three years old Assemblyman to sit down and shut his mouth. The
judge might be corrupt, as it was charged, but it was "wiser" to keep
still about it. Roosevelt, they said, was "rash" and "hot-headed" to
make trouble. And they refused to hear him.

But he got up next day, and the next, and the next after that, and
demanded that the dishonest judge be investigated. And on the eighth
day, his motion was carried by a vote of 104 to 6. The politicians saw
to it that the judge escaped, but it was shown that Roosevelt's charges
were true ones. And New York State found that she had an Assemblyman
with a back-bone.

Roosevelt carried some bills for the cause of better government through
the Assembly and they were signed by a courageous and honest Governor,
named Grover Cleveland. Thomas Nast, America's great cartoonist of
those days, drew a cartoon of the two men together. Cleveland was
forty-four and Roosevelt was twenty-three.

One of the most important events while he was in the Assembly arose
from a bill to regulate the manufacture of cigars in New York City.
He had found that cigars were often made under the most unhealthy
surroundings in the single living room of a family in a tenement. In
one house which he investigated himself, there were two families, and a
boarder, all living in one room, while one or more of the men carried
on the manufacture of cigars in the same room. Everything about the
place was filthy, and both for the health of the families and of the
possible users of the cigars, it was necessary to have this state of
affairs ended.

He advocated a bill which passed, and was signed by Governor Cleveland,
forbidding such manufacture. So far, so good; but there were persons
who found that the law was against their interests. They succeeded
in getting the Court of Appeals to set the law aside, and in their
decision the judges said the law was an assault upon the "hallowed
associations" of the home!

This made Roosevelt wake to the fact that courts were not always the
best judges of the living conditions of classes of people with whom
they had no contact They knew the law; they did not know life. The
decision blocked tenement house reform in New York for twenty years,
and was one more item in Roosevelt's political education.



CHAPTER IV

"RANCH LIFE AND THE HUNTING TRAIL"


At the end of Mr. Roosevelt's membership in the New York Assembly, he
began his life on a ranch in North Dakota. In this way he not only
learned much about the Western people, but came to know the ranchman's
life, and to have his first chance to shoot big game.

He had married Miss Lee in 1880, the autumn of the year he left
college. Less than four years afterwards his wife died, following the
birth of a daughter. His mother died on the next day, and Roosevelt
under the sorrow of these two losses, left New York, and spent almost
all his time on his ranch, the Elkhorn, at Medora.

The people in Dakota looked on this Eastern tenderfoot with a little
amusement, and, at first, probably with some contempt. He was, to their
minds, a "college dude" from the East, and moreover he wore eyeglasses.
To some of the people whom he met, this fact, he says, was enough to
cause distrust. Eyeglasses were under suspicion.

But, with two men who had been his guides in Maine, Bill Sewall and
Wilmot Dow, he began his life as a ranchman and a cow-puncher, and went
through all the hard work and all the fun. He took long rides after
cattle, rounded them up and helped in the branding. He followed the
herd when it stampeded in a thunderstorm. He hunted all the game that
there was in the county, and also acted as Deputy Sheriff and helped
clear the place of horse-thieves and "bad men."

In one of his adventures Roosevelt showed that he had taken to heart
the celebrated advice which, in Hamlet, Polonius gives to his son:

                      Beware
    Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
    Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.


Mulvaney, in one of Kipling's stories, proved that he knew something
about Shakespeare, for he put this advice into his own language so as
to express the meaning perfectly:

  "Don't fight wid ivry scutt for the pure joy av fightin', but if you
  do, knock the nose av him first an' frequint."

Roosevelt tried to keep out of the fight,--but this is the way it
happened. He was out after lost horses, and had to put up at a little
hotel where there were no rooms downstairs, but a bar, a dining-room
and a kitchen. It was late at night, and there was trouble on, for he
heard one or two shots in the bar as he came up. He disliked the idea
of going in, but it was cold outside and there was nowhere else to go.
Inside the bar, a cheap "bad man" was walking up and down with a cocked
revolver in each hand. He had been shooting at the clock, and making
every one unhappy and uncomfortable.

When Roosevelt came in, he called him "Four eyes," because he wore
spectacles, and announced "Four eyes is going to set up the drinks."
Roosevelt tried to pass it off by laughing, and sat down behind the
stove to escape notice, and keep away from trouble. But the "bad man"
came and stood over him, a gun in each hand, using foul language, and
insisting that "Four eyes" should get up and treat.

"Well," Roosevelt reluctantly remarked, "if I've got to, I've got to!"
As he said this, he rose quickly, and hit the gun-man with his right
fist on the point of the jaw, then with his left, and again with his
right. The guns went off in the air, as the "bad man" went over like
a nine-pin, striking his head on the corner of the bar as he fell.
Roosevelt was ready to drop on him if he moved, for he still clutched
the revolvers. But he was senseless.

The other people in the bar recovered their nerve, once the man was
down. They hustled him out into the shed, and there was no more trouble
from him.

Roosevelt hunted geese and ducks, deer, mountain sheep, elk and grizzly
bear during his stay in the West. It was still possible to find
buffalo, although most of the great herds had vanished. The prairie was
covered with relics of the dead buffalo, so that one might ride for
hundreds of miles, seeing their bones everywhere, but never getting a
glimpse of a live one. Yet he managed, after a hard hunt of several
days, to shoot a great bull buffalo.

An encounter with a grizzly bear is much more exciting, and he was
nearly killed by one bear. In later years Roosevelt killed almost every
kind of large and dangerous game that there is on the earth,--lions,
elephants, the African buffalo, and the rhinoceros. The Indian tiger
is perhaps the only one of the large savage animals which he never
encountered. Yet after meeting all these and having some close shaves,
especially with a wounded elephant in Africa, he said that his
narrowest escape was with this grizzly bear.

It was when he had returned to the West and was on a hunt in Idaho. He
had had trouble with his guide, who got drunk, so they parted company,
and Roosevelt was alone. Looking down into a valley, from a rocky
ridge, he saw a dark object, which he discovered was a large grizzly
bear. He fired, and the bear giving a loud grunt, as the bullet struck,
rushed forward at a gallop into a laurel thicket. Roosevelt paused at
the edge of the thicket and peered within, trying to see the bear, but
knowing too much about them to go into the brush where he was.

  When I was at the narrowest part of the thicket, he suddenly left
  it, directly opposite, and then wheeled and stood broadside to me on
  the hillside, a little above. He turned his head stiffly towards me;
  scarlet strings of froth hung from his lips; his eyes burned like
  embers in the gloom.

  I held true, aiming behind the shoulder, and my bullet shattered the
  point or lower end of his heart, taking out a big nick. Instantly the
  great bear turned with a harsh roar of fury and challenge, blowing
  the bloody foam from his mouth, so that I saw the gleam of his white
  fangs; and then he charged straight at me, crashing and bounding
  through the laurel bushes, so that it was hard to aim. I waited
  until he came to a fallen tree, raking him as he topped it with a
  ball, which entered his chest and went through the cavity of his
  body, but he neither swerved nor flinched, and at the moment I did
  not know that I had struck him. He came steadily on, and in another
  second was almost upon me. I fired for his forehead, but my bullet
  went low, entering his open mouth, smashing his lower jaw and going
  into the neck. I leaped to one side almost as I pulled the trigger;
  and through the hanging smoke the first thing I saw was his paw as
  he made a vicious side blow at me. The rush of his charge carried
  him past. As he struck he lurched forward, leaving a pool of bright
  blood where his muzzle hit the ground; but he recovered himself and
  made two or three jumps onwards, while I hurriedly jammed a couple
  of cartridges into the magazine, my rifle holding only four, all of
  which I had fired. Then he tried to pull up, but as he did so his
  muscles seemed suddenly to give way, his head drooped, and he rolled
  over and over like a shot rabbit. Each of my first three bullets had
  inflicted a mortal wound.[6]

[6] "The Wilderness Hunter," pp. 305-6.

[Illustration: Courtesy Scribner's and Sons.

THEODORE ROOSEVELT WHEN HE WAS 10 YEARS OLD]

There were, once, near Mr. Roosevelt's ranch, three men who had been
suspected of cattle-killing and horse-stealing. The leader was a tall
fellow named Finnegan, who had long red hair reaching to his shoulders,
and always wore a broad hat and a fringed buckskin shirt. He had been
in a number of shooting scrapes. The others were a half-breed, and a
German, who was weak and shiftless rather than actively bad. They had
a bad reputation, and were trying to get out of the country before the
Vigilance Committee got them.

About the only way to travel--it was early in March and the rivers
were swollen--was by boat down the river. So when the cowboys on Mr.
Roosevelt's ranch found that his boat was stolen, they were sure who
had taken it. As it is every man's duty in a half-settled country to
bring law-breakers to justice, and as Roosevelt was, moreover, Deputy
Sheriff, he decided to go after the three thieves. Two of his cowboys,
Sewall and Dow from Maine, in about three days built another boat.
In this, with their rifles, food enough for two weeks, warm bedding
and thick clothes, Roosevelt, Sewall and Dow set out down the Little
Missouri River.

There had been a blizzard, the weather was still bitterly cold, and the
river full of drifting ice. They shot prairie fowl and lived on them,
with bacon, bread and tea. It was cold work poling and paddling down
the river, with the current, but against a head wind. The ice froze on
the pole handles. At night where they camped the thermometer went down
to zero. Next day they shot two deer, for they needed meat, as they
were doing such hard work in the cold.

On the third day they sighted smoke,--the campfire of the three
thieves. Two boats, one of them the stolen one, were tied up to the
bank. It was an exciting moment, for they expected a fight. As it
turned out, however, it was a tough job, but not a fighting one. The
German was alone in camp, and they captured him without trouble. The
other two were out hunting. When they came back an hour or two later,
they were surprised by the order to hold up their hands. The half-breed
obeyed at once, Finnigan hesitated until Roosevelt walked in close,
covering him with a rifle, and repeated the command. Then he gave up.

But this was only the beginning of a long, hard task. It was often the
way to shoot such men at once, but Sheriff Roosevelt did not like that.
He was going to bring them back to jail. At night the thieves could not
be tied up, as they would freeze to death. So Roosevelt, Sewall and
Dow had to take turns in watching them at night. After they started
down river again, they found the river blocked by ice, and had to camp
out for eight days in freezing weather. The food all but gave out, and
at last there was nothing left but flour. Bread made out of flour and
muddy water and nothing else, is not, says Mr. Roosevelt, good eating
for a steady diet. Besides they had to be careful of meeting a band of
Sioux Indians, who were known to be in the region.

At last they worked back to a ranch, borrowed a pony, on which
Roosevelt rode up into the mountains to a place where there was a
wagon. He hired this, with two broncos and a driver. Sewall and Dow
took the boats down the river, while Roosevelt set out on a journey
which took two days and a night, walking behind the wagon, and guarding
the three men. The driver of the wagon was a stranger.

At night they put up at a frontier hut, and the Deputy Sheriff had to
sit up all night to be sure the three prisoners did not escape. When
he reached the little town of Dickinson, and handed the men over to
the Sheriff, he had traveled over three hundred miles. He had brought
three outlaws to justice, and done something for the cause of better
government in the country where he lived.



CHAPTER V

TWO DEFEATS


Although he was still under twenty-five when he left the New York
Assembly, Roosevelt was favorably known throughout the State. He
had been heard of, by those who keep up with politics, all over the
country. In 1884, the year of a Presidential election, he was one of
the four delegates-at-large from New York to the Republican convention
at Chicago. The leader for the Presidential nomination was James G.
Blaine, a brilliant man who had many warm admirers. Also, there were
many in his own party, who distrusted him, who thought that in the past
he had not been strictly honest. Good men differed on this question and
differ still.

Roosevelt favored Senator Edmunds of Vermont, but he had agreed
beforehand, with other young Republican delegates, that they would
support for the election the man named by the convention. Since, in
later years, Roosevelt refused to abide by the decision of a party
convention, and led one of the most extraordinary "bolts" in the
history of American politics, it is important to consider for a moment
the question of political parties and the attitude a man may take
toward them.

Because parties are responsible for a good many small, mean, and
sometimes dishonorable acts, we often hear parties and partisanship
denounced. People express the wish that there might be an end to
"party politics" and to "partisanship," and that "all good men might
get together" for the good of the whole country. This may happen when
there is Heaven on earth, but not before. Even the good and honest men
continue to differ about which is the wisest way to do things, and
so the people who think the same way about most matters get together
in a party. The suggestion, by the way, that people should give up
"partisanship" often comes from people who do not by any means intend
to give up their own partisanship,--they wish other folk to come over
to their own way of thinking. We are all apt to wish that others would
only be reasonable enough to agree with _us_.

Nor is it at all sure that everything would be fine if there were no
parties. Countries which have tried to do without parties, have not
made a great success of it. There must be some organized group to hold
responsible if men in office do badly; some people to warn that the
things they are doing are not approved by the majority of the people.

With parties in existence, as they have been for almost all of our
history as a nation, there are in the main, four ways in which a man
may act toward them. He may be a hidebound party man, always voting the
party ticket, and swallowing the party platforms whole. Such persons
often get into the newspapers when they are elderly, as having voted
for every candidate on this or that party ticket for fifty or sixty or
seventy years. It simply means, of course, that these men are proud of
the fact that they let other people do their thinking for them.

Or, a man may look upon a party as the means through which he may
secure better government. He is proud of its wise and good acts, and is
willing to forgive its mistakes, because he knows that no large group
of men can be perfect. He believes in remaining loyal to his party as
long as possible, but he does not set it above his country, nor agree
to follow it when it goes absolutely wrong, or falls into the hands of
men who hold party welfare above patriotism. Roosevelt was a party man
of this kind.

Furthermore, a man may be an Independent, one who will not join any
party for long. Many of these are highly honorable and wise citizens,
who are of great value to the country, although they can usually be
nothing but helpers in any good cause. Their position nearly always
prevents their becoming the chief actors in bringing about any good and
desirable reform.

The fourth class in which a man may find himself in regard to parties,
is that of the so-called independent, who mistakes his own fussiness
for nobility of character. He can find fault with everybody and every
party, but he can be loyal to none. He is strong on leaving a party for
the smallest excuse; never on staying with it. It is as if a member
of a foot-ball team, half an hour before the game, should refuse to
play, because some other member of the team had once cheated in an
examination. He satisfies his own conscience, but he fails in the
loyalty he owes to the team and its friends.

At the convention in 1884 Roosevelt took an important part for so
young a man. He made speeches and worked for Senator Edmunds, but Mr.
Blaine was nominated. This caused a split in the party, and many of
its members joined the Democrats. They were called by their opponents
"Mugwumps," and since they believed they were acting for the best, they
did not mind being called that or any other name.

So many prominent and able Republicans joined the Mugwumps it is
sometimes forgotten that many more equally good and wise Republicans
refused to "bolt," but stayed with the party and voted for Mr. Blaine.
Either they did not at all believe the charges which had been made
against him--and it is as impossible now as it was then to prove the
charges--or else they thought that the country would be far worse off
with the Democratic party in power than with the Republicans successful.

Mr. Roosevelt was disgusted with the result of the convention, but did
not believe that he was justified in leaving the party. He therefore
stayed in it, and supported Mr. Blaine.

The Democrats nominated the courageous Governor of New York, Grover
Cleveland. Both before and after this, he and Mr. Roosevelt worked
together for measures of good government, and respected each other,
while belonging to different parties. The presidential election turned
out to be close, and in the end several incidents besides the split in
the Republican party worked against Blaine. He was narrowly defeated.
The change of a few hundred votes in the State of New York would have
made Blaine the President. As in later years large election frauds were
discovered to have been going on in New York, some people contend
with good show of reason, that Blaine and not Cleveland was really the
choice of the voters.

Two years after this, in 1886, when Roosevelt was on his Dakota ranch,
the Republicans nominated him for Mayor of New York City. He was about
twenty-eight years old, and it is evident that he had made a mark in
politics. He came East, accepted the nomination, and made the campaign.

The opponents were, first, Abram S. Hewitt, a respectable candidate
nominated by Tammany Hall in its customary fashion of offering a good
man, now and then, to pull the wool over the eyes of persons who
naturally need some excuse for voting to put New York into the hands
of the political organization whose existence has always been one of
America's greatest disgraces.

The other candidate was Henry George, a man of high character,
nominated by the United Labor Party. Mr. Hewitt was elected, with Mr.
George second and Mr. Roosevelt third.

About a month after the election, Mr. Roosevelt went to England, where
he married Miss Edith Kermit Carow, of New York. She had been his
friend and playmate when he was a boy, and was his sister's friend. The
groomsman was a young Englishman, Mr. Cecil Spring-Rice. Years later
the groom and his "best man" came together again in Washington, when
the American was President Roosevelt, and the Englishman was Sir Cecil
Spring-Rice, the British Ambassador to the United States.



CHAPTER VI

FIGHTING OFFICE-SEEKERS


To tell the story of Roosevelt's life it is necessary to talk much
about politics, and that to some people is a dull subject. But he was
in political office over twenty years of his life, always interested
and active in politics, and the vigor which he brought to his duties
made public affairs attractive to thousands of Americans who had felt
little concern about them.

This alone was a great service. If a man is going the wrong way in
political life, if he is trying to do unwise or evil things, he is a
danger, but a danger which may be corrected. He may be made to turn
his efforts in useful directions. But the man who takes no interest at
all in the government of his city, state or nation, who is so feeble
that he cannot even take the time to vote on election day, but goes
hunting or fishing instead,--this man is a hopeless nuisance, who does
not deserve the liberty which he enjoys, nor the protection which his
government gives him.

Politics, when Mr. Roosevelt was active, were not dull. Few men have
ever made them so lively and interesting. Every activity in life meant
something to him, a chance for useful work or for good fun. He had
a perfectly "corking time," he said, when he was President, and the
words shocked a number of good people who had pardoned or overlooked
dirty actions by other public men, so long as these other men kept up a
certain copy-book behavior which they thought was "dignity."

It is a question if any man ever had a better time, ever had more real
fun in his life, than did Mr. Roosevelt. In spite of the hard work he
put in, in spite of long days and weeks of drudgery he knew how to
get happiness out of every minute. He did not engage in drinking and
gambling for his amusements. He did not adopt a priggish attitude on
these matters,--he simply knew that there were other things which were
better sport. He was a religious man, a member all his life of his
father's church, but religion did not sour him, make him gloomy, or
cause him to interfere with other people about their belief or lack of
it.

He got an immense amount of pleasure in his family life, in half a
dozen kinds of athletic sports, especially the ones which led him
outdoors, and in books. In these things he was marvelously wise or
marvelously fortunate. Some men's lives are spent indoors, in an
office or in a study among books. Their amusements are indoor games,
and they come to despise or secretly to envy, the more fortunate men
who live outdoors.

Some of the outdoors men, on the other hand, become almost as
one-sided. Knowing nothing of the good fun that is in books they deny
themselves much pleasure, and take refuge in calling "high-brows" the
men who have simply more common sense and capacity for enjoyment than
themselves.

Mr. Roosevelt, more than most men of his time, certainly more than any
other public man, could enjoy to the utmost the best things the world
has in it. He knew the joy of the hard and active life in the open,
and he knew the keen pleasure of books. So when he returned to America
after his marriage in 1886, he built a house on Sagamore Hill at Oyster
Bay on Long Island. Here he could ride, shoot, row, look after his
farm, and here in the next year or two he wrote two books. One was the
life of Gouverneur Morris, American minister to France in the early
years of our nation; the other a life of Senator Thomas H. Benton of
Missouri.

But he was not long to stay out of political office. In 1888 President
Cleveland had been defeated for reelection by the Republican
candidate, Benjamin Harrison. The new President appointed Mr.
Roosevelt as one of the Civil Service Commissioners, with his office in
Washington.

Most politicians are charged, certainly Mr. Roosevelt was sometimes
charged, with being a selfish seeker after personal advancement.
There is not much on which to base this argument in Mr. Roosevelt's
acceptance of this office. For the man who is looking out merely for
his own ambitions, for his own success in politics, is careful of the
position he takes, careful to keep out of offices where there are many
chances to make enemies. The Civil Service Commission was, of all
places at that time, the last where a selfish politician would like to
be. Nobody could do his duties there and avoid making enemies. It was
a thankless job, consisting of trying to protect the public interests
against a swarm of office-seekers and their friends in Congress.

It is ridiculous now to remember what a fight had to be waged to set
up the merit system of the Civil Service in this country. The old
system, by which a good public servant was turned out to make room for
a hungry office-seeker of the successful political party, was firmly
established. Men and women were not appointed to office because they
knew anything about the work they were to do, but because they were
cousins of a Congressman's wife, or political heelers who had helped
to get the Congressman elected. Nobody thought of the offices as places
where, for the good of the whole country, it was necessary to have the
best men. Instead, the offices were looked on as delicious slices of
pie to be grabbed and devoured by the greediest and strongest person in
sight.

The Civil Service Commission, when Mr. Roosevelt became a member, had
been established by Congress, but it was hated and opposed by Congress
and the Commission was still fought, secretly or openly. Congressmen
tried to ridicule it, to hamper it by denials of money, and to overrule
it in every possible way. A powerful Republican Congressman and a
powerful Democratic Senator tried to browbeat Roosevelt, and were both
caught by him in particularly mean lies. Naturally they did not enjoy
the experience.

At the end of his term, President Harrison was defeated by Mr.
Cleveland, who came back again to the Presidency. He re-appointed Mr.
Roosevelt, who thus spent six years in the Commission. When he retired
he had made a good many enemies among the crooked politicians, and some
friends and admirers among well-informed men who watch the progress of
good government. He was still unknown to the great body of citizens
throughout the country, although he had been fighting their fight for
six years.

[Illustration: Mr. Roosevelt as a Hunter in his Ranching Days]

He went from Washington to accept another thankless and still more
difficult position in New York City. It was one which had been fatal to
political ambitions, and was almost certain to end the career of any
man who accepted it. This was the Presidency of the Board of Police
Commissioners.



CHAPTER VII

POLICE COMMISSIONER


Experienced politicians always warn young men who wish to rise in
politics, who wish to hold high office in the state or national
government, to keep out of city politics. It is a graveyard for
reputations, and it was that in 1895, when Roosevelt took charge of the
New York Police, even more than to-day.

Between the unreasonable reformers, who expect perfection, arrived at
in their own way; the sensible folk who demand an honest government;
the lax and easy-going people who do not care how much rottenness there
is about, so that it is kept partly covered up (and this is one of the
largest classes) and the plain criminals who are out for graft and
plunder, the city office-holder is torn in a dozen ways at once.

If he is dishonest or weak, he goes under immediately. If he is honest,
but lacking in perfect courage, he is nearly useless. And if he is both
honest and brave, but has not good brains, is not able to use his mind
quickly and well, he is either helpless, or soon placed in a position
where he seems to have been dishonorable. For, of course the first
method which a crooked man uses to destroy his honest opponent, is to
try to make him look crooked, too. Often during his life Roosevelt
insisted upon the fact that a man in public life must not only be
honest, but that he must have a back-bone and a good head into the
bargain.

Nothing but a sense of public duty, nothing but a desire to help the
cause of better government, could have made a man take the Police
Commissionership in 1895. Mayor Strong, on a Reform ticket, had beaten
Tammany Hall. He wanted an able and energetic man and so sent for
Roosevelt. The condition of the Police Department sounds more like a
chapter from a dime novel gone mad, than from any real state of things
which could exist in a modern city. Yet it did exist.

The police were supposed to protect the city against crime. What they
really did was to stop some of the crime--when the criminal had no
"pull"--and to protect the rest of it. The criminal handed over a
certain amount of his plunder to the police, and they let him go on
with his crime. More than that, they saw that no one bothered him.
There was a regular scale of prices for things varying all the way from
serious crime down to small offenses. It cost more to be a highway
robber, burglar, gun-man or murderer, for instance, than merely to keep
a saloon open after the legal time for closing. A man had to pay more
for running a big gambling-house, than simply for blocking the sidewalk
with rubbish and ash-cans.

Roosevelt found that most of the policemen were honest, or wished to
be honest. But, surrounded as they were by grafters, it was almost
impossible for a man to keep straight. If he began by accepting little
bribes, he ended, as he rose in power, by taking big ones, and finally
he was in partnership with the chief rascals. The hideous system
organized by the powerful men in Tammany Hall spread outward and
downward, and at last all over the city. Roosevelt did not stop all
the crime, of course, nor leave the city spotless when he ended his
two years service. But he did make it possible for one of his chief
opponents, one of the severest of all critics, Mr. Godkin, a newspaper
editor, to write him, at the end of his term of office:

  "In New York you are doing the greatest work of which any American
  to-day is capable, and exhibiting to the young men of the country the
  spectacle of a very important office administered by a man of high
  character in the most efficient way amid a thousand difficulties. As
  a lesson in politics, I cannot think of anything more instructive."[7]

[7] Thayer, "Theodore Roosevelt," p. 106.

How did he do this? First, he tried to keep politics out of the
police-force,--to appoint men because they would make good officers,
not because they were Republicans or Democrats. Next, he tried to
reward and promote policemen who had proved themselves brave,--who
had saved people in burning houses or from drowning, or had arrested
violent men at great danger to themselves. This is commonly done in the
New York Police Department to-day: it was not so common before 1895.
Roosevelt and his fellow commissioners found one old policeman who had
saved twenty-five people from drowning and two or three from burning
buildings. They gave him his first promotion. He began to have the
Department pay for a policeman's uniform when it was torn in making
an arrest or otherwise ruined in the performance of duty. Before,
the policeman had had to pay for a new uniform himself. He had each
policeman trained to use a pistol, so that if he had to fire it at a
criminal, he would hit the criminal, and not somebody else. He did
his best to stop the custom of selling beer and whiskey to children.
Finally he stopped disrespect for law by having law enforced, whether
people liked it or not.

Of course, this got him into hot water. One of our worst faults in
America lies in passing a tremendous number of laws, and then letting
them be broken. In many instances the worst troubles are with laws
about strong drink. People in the State, outside of New York City, and
some of those in the City, wished to have a law to close the saloons on
Sunday. So they passed it. But so few people in the City really wished
such a law, so many of them wished to drink on Sunday, that the saloons
stayed open, and the saloon-keepers paid bribes to the police for
"protection." The result was not temperance, but the opposite. Moreover
it led to disrespect for the law, and corruption for the police. It was
not Commissioner Roosevelt's business whether the law was a wise one or
not, but it was his business to enforce it.

He enforced it, and had the saloons closed. As he said: "The howl
that rose was deafening. The professional politicians raved. The
yellow-press surpassed themselves in clamor and mendacity. A favorite
assertion was that I was enforcing a 'blue law,' an obsolete law that
had never before been enforced. As a matter of fact, I was enforcing
honestly a law that had hitherto been enforced dishonestly."[8]

[8] "Autobiography," p. 210.

In the end, those who wished to drink on Sundays found a way to do it,
and the law intended to regulate drinking habits failed, as such laws
nearly always have done. A judge decided that as drink could be served
with meals, a man need only eat one sandwich or a pretzel and he could
then drink seventeen beers, or as many as he liked. But the result of
Roosevelt's action had nearly stopped bribe-giving to the police. So
there was something gained.

Roosevelt went about the city at night, sometimes alone, sometimes with
his friend Jacob Riis, a reporter who knew about police work and the
slum districts of the city. If he caught policemen off their beat, they
were ordered to report at his office in the morning and explain. When
his friends were dancing at fashionable balls, he was apt to be looking
after the police outside.

From about this time, Roosevelt began to be known all over the United
States. He had been heard of ever since he was in the Assembly, but
only by those who follow politics closely. Now, New York newspapers,
with their cartoons, began to make him celebrated everywhere. The fact
that when he spoke emphatically, he showed his teeth for an instant,
was enlarged upon in pictures and in newspaper articles, and it became
connected with him henceforth.

We demand amusing newspapers; we like the fun in every subject brought
out as no other nation does. And we get it. Our newspapers are by far
the brightest and most readable in the world. But we have to pay for
it, and we often pay by having the real truth concealed from us in a
mass of comedy. Newspapers seize upon a man or woman who has something
amusing in his life, manner, or speech, and play upon that peculiarity
until at last the true character of the person is hidden.

This happened with Roosevelt. About the time of his Police
Commissionership, the newspaper writers and artists began to invent
a grotesque and amusing character called "Teddy," who was forever
snapping his teeth, shouting "Bully!" or rushing at everybody,
flourishing a big stick. This continued for years and was taken for
truth by a great many people. To this day, this imaginary person is
believed in by thousands. And in the meantime, the genuine man, a brave
high-minded American, loving his country ardently, and serving her
to the utmost of his great strength and ability, was engaged in his
work, known by all who had personal contact with him to be stern indeed
against evil-doers, but tender and gentle to the unfortunate, to women
and children and to animals.



CHAPTER VIII

THE ROUGH RIDER


In 1897 the Republican Party came again into power; Mr. McKinley was
inaugurated as President. Roosevelt was appointed Assistant Secretary
of the Navy, and came with his family to Washington. The Secretary of
the Navy was Mr. John D. Long.

America was within a year of getting into war, and as usual was not
ready for it. There are men so foolish as to rejoice because we have
never been ready for the wars in which we have taken part about every
twenty or thirty years in our history. This simply means that they
rejoice at the unnecessary deaths of thousands of other Americans who
die from disease in camp, or are killed in the field through neglect
to prepare in advance. Preparation for war is not wholly the matter of
having weapons ready to fight the enemy. It also means healthy camps
for our soldiers to live in, and readiness to furnish clothing, food
and medical supplies. For lack of these, thousands of our friends and
relatives die in every war we are in.

A rebellion had been going on in Cuba for years. The cruel government
of Spain had kept the Cubans in misery and in rebellion, and disturbed
the friendship between Spain and the United States. It was our duty to
see that Cuban expeditions did not sail from our coast to help their
friends, and in this work a great many ships of our Navy were busy all
the time. Nobody liked to have to do this for we naturally sympathized
with the Cubans, who were making such a brave fight against stupid and
tyrannical governors sent from Spain. One of the last of these was
particularly bad. He herded the Cuban people into camps where they
died of disease and starvation, and he had great numbers of them shot
without mercy. We had justly revolted against the mis-government of
King George III in 1776, but nothing that King George's governors and
generals had done to us was as bad as the things the Spaniards were
doing in Cuba, in 1896 and 1897.

Many of the men in Washington felt that war would come sooner or later.
Roosevelt believed it and worked constantly to have the Navy ready.
He had the support of the President and of Secretary Long in nearly
everything that he proposed, and so was able to do some useful work. It
is important to understand what Roosevelt thought about war, not only
about this, but about all wars. Here it is in his own words.

  I abhor unjust war. I abhor injustice and bullying by the strong
  at the expense of the weak, whether among nations or individuals,
  I abhor violence and bloodshed. I believe that war should never be
  resorted to when, or so long as, it is honorably possible to avoid
  it. I respect all men and women who from high motives and with sanity
  and self-respect do all they can to avert war. I advocate preparation
  for war in order to avert war; and I should never advocate war unless
  it were the only alternative to dishonor.[9]

[9] "Autobiography," p. 226.

You will be able to see from what he did while he was President, when
he was in a position where he could have plunged the country into war
half a dozen times, whether these words were true, or whether he was
really the fire-eater which some of his enemies insisted he was.

He secured from Congress nearly a million dollars, to permit the
Navy to engage in target-practice. To those who were alarmed at such
"waste," he remarked that gun-powder was meant to be burned, and that
sailors must learn to shoot, since in battle, the shots that hit
are the only ones that count. There is nothing wonderful about such
remarks. In looking back at them there seems to be nothing wonderful
about many things that he said and did. They are merely examples of
plain, common-sense, and it appears ridiculous that anybody should
have had to make such remarks, or to fight hard to get such clearly
necessary things done. Yet he did have to fight for them. It had to be
driven into the heads of some of the men in Congress that it is not the
proper use of gun-powder to keep it stored up, until war is declared,
then bring it out, partly spoiled, and give it to soldiers and sailors,
who for lack of practice, do not know how to shoot straight.

Roosevelt also was able to help in having appointed to command the
Asiatic squadron, a naval officer named Commodore George Dewey.

On February 15, 1898, while affairs were at their worst between America
and Spain, our battleship _Maine_ was blown up in Havana Harbor. She
had gone there on a friendly visit, but now was destroyed and sent to
the bottom. Over two hundred and fifty of our men were killed. Almost
every one knew that war was now certain. For weeks the country debated
as to the cause of the explosion which sank the _Maine_, and the matter
was investigated by naval officers assisted by divers. They found that
the explosion had come from the outside. Somebody had set off a mine
or torpedo beneath the ship. Nobody in America disputed this, except
a few of the peace-at-any-price folk, who preferred to think that the
carelessness of our own sailors had been the cause. These gentlemen
always think the best of the people of other nations, which is a fine
thing; but they are always ready to believe the worst of their own
countrymen, which is, on the whole, rather a nasty trait.

Roosevelt worked at top-speed in the Navy Department, and began to
lay plans for going to the war himself. He believed that it was right
and necessary to fight Spain, and end the horrible suffering in Cuba.
And he believed that it was the duty first and foremost of men like
himself, who advised war, to take part in it. He was nearly forty
years old, and had a family. Many other men in his place would have
discovered that their services were most important in Washington. They
would have stayed in their offices, and let other men (whom they called
"jingoes") do the fighting for them. It was never Roosevelt's custom to
act that way.

Later in February, while Mr. Long was away, and Roosevelt was
Acting-Secretary of the Navy, he sent this cable message to Commodore
Dewey:

                                        Washington, February 25, '98.

_Dewey, Hong Kong_

Order the squadron, except the _Monocacy_, to Hong Kong. Keep full of
coal. In the event of declaration of war Spain, your duty will be to
see that the Spanish squadron does not leave the Asiatic coast, and
then offensive operations in Philippine Islands. Keep _Olympia_ until
further orders.

                                                           Roosevelt.

War against Spain was declared in April,--the month in our history
which has also seen the beginning of our Revolution, our Civil War, and
our entrance into the Great War against Germany. Congress arranged for
three regiments of volunteer cavalry to be raised among the men in the
Rockies and on the Great Plains who knew how to ride and shoot. Here
Roosevelt saw his chance. He knew these men and longed to go to war in
their company.

The Secretary of War offered to make him Colonel of one of these
regiments. It is worth while to notice what his reply was. He knew how
to manage a horse and a rifle, he had lived in the open and could take
care of himself in the field. He had had three years in the National
Guard in New York, rising to the rank of Captain. Many men in the Civil
War without one half of his experience and knowledge, gayly accepted
Brigadier-Generalships. Also, in the Spanish War, another public man,
Mr. William J. Bryan, allowed himself to be made a Colonel, and took
full command of a regiment, without one day's military experience. Yet
Roosevelt declined the offer of a Colonel's commission and asked to be
made Lieutenant-Colonel, with Leonard Wood, of the regular Army as his
Colonel.

When you hear or read that Roosevelt was a conceited man, always
pushing himself forward, it may be well to ask if that is the way a
conceited man would have acted.

Colonel Wood was an army surgeon, who had been a fighting officer in
the campaign against the Apaches. He had been awarded the Medal of
Honor, the highest decoration an American soldier can win for personal
bravery.

The new regiment, the First United States Volunteer Cavalry, was
promptly called, by some newspaper or by the public, the "Rough
Riders," and by that name it is always known. Most of the men in it
came from Arizona, New Mexico, Oklahoma and the Indian Territory, but
it had members from nearly every State. Many Eastern college men were
in it, including some famous foot-ball players, polo-players, tennis
champions and oarsmen. The regiment trained at San Antonio, and landed
in Cuba for the attack on Santiago on June 22. The troopers had to
leave their horses behind, so they were to fight on foot after all.
Roosevelt's Rough Riders, somebody said, had become Wood's Weary
Walkers. The walking was not pleasant to some of the cowboys, who never
used to walk a step when there was a horse to ride.

Within a day or two they were in a fight at Las Guasimas. It was a
confusing business, advancing through the jungle and fired at by an
enemy they could not see. The Rough Riders lost eight men killed and
thirty-four wounded. The Spaniards were using smokeless powder, then
rather a new thing in war. Two of our regiments at Santiago were still
using black powder rifles, and the artillery used black powder, which
by its smoke showed the enemy just where they were. Our artillery
was always silenced or driven off, because this country had been so
neglectful of its Army and its men as to let poor, old backward Spain
get better guns, and more modern ammunition than ours. That never
should happen with a rich, progressive country like ours.

A few days later came the fight at San Juan. Colonel Wood had been
put in command of the brigade, so Roosevelt led the regiment of Rough
Riders. It was a fearfully hot day; many men dropped from exhaustion.
The regular regiments of cavalry, together with the Rough Riders, all
fighting on foot, moved forward against the low hills on which were
the Spaniards in block-houses or trenches. For some while they were
kept waiting in reserve, taking what shelter they could from the Mauser
bullets, which came whirring through the tall jungle grass. This is
the most trying part of a fight. It is all right when at last you can
charge your enemy and come to close quarters with him, but to lie on
the ground under fire, unable to see anybody to fire upon, is the worst
strain upon the soldiers' nerves. As one after another is shot, the
officers begin to watch the men closely to see how they are standing
it. Roosevelt received a trifling wound from a shrapnel bullet at the
beginning of the fight. Later his orderly had a sun-stroke, and when he
called another orderly to take a message, this second man was killed as
he stood near, pitching forward dead at Roosevelt's feet.

Finally came the order to charge. Roosevelt was the only mounted man
in the regiment. He had intended to go into the fight on foot, as he
had at Las Guasimas, but found that the heat was so bad that he could
not run up and down the line and superintend things unless he was on
horseback. When he was mounted he could see his own men better, and
they could see him. So could the enemy see him better, and he had one
or two narrow escapes because of being so conspicuous.

He started in the rear of the regiment, which is where the Colonel
should be, according to the books, but soon rode through the lines and
led the charge up "Kettle Hill,"--so-called by the Rough Riders because
there were some sugar kettles on top of it. His horse was scraped by
a couple of bullets, as he went up, and one of the bullets nicked
his elbow. Members of the other cavalry regiments were mingled with
the Rough Riders in the charge,--their officers had been waiting for
orders, and were glad to join in the advance. The Spaniards were driven
out and the Rough Riders planted their flags on the hill.

But there were other hills and other trenches full of Spaniards beyond,
and again the Rough Riders, mixed with men of other regiments, went
forward. In cleaning out the trenches Roosevelt and his orderly were
suddenly fired on at less than ten yards by two Spaniards. Roosevelt
killed one of them with his revolver. The Rough Riders had had
eighty-eight killed and wounded out of less than five hundred men who
were in the fight.

The American forces were now within sight of Santiago, but they had to
dig in and hold the ground they had taken. There was a short period in
the trenches, which seemed tedious to the riders from the plains, but
was nothing to what men, years later, had to endure in the Great War
against Germany. At last Santiago surrendered, on July 17.

The war ended within about a month. Commodore Dewey had beaten the
Spanish Fleet at Manila and Admiral Sampson and his fleet had destroyed
the Spanish cruisers which were forced out of Santiago Harbor on July
3rd, as a result of the Army getting within striking distance of the
city. One other thing of importance was done by Roosevelt before the
regiment was brought home to Montauk Point and mustered out. After the
surrender of Santiago it was supposed that the war was going on and
that there would be a campaign in the winter against Havana. But the
American Army was full of yellow fever. Half the Rough Riders were
sick at one time, and the condition of other regiments was as bad.
The higher officers knew that unless the troops were taken to some
healthier climate to recover, there would be nothing left of them. Over
four thousand men were sick, and not ten per cent, of the Army was
fit for active work. But the War Department would not listen to the
suggestion that the army be sent for a while to a cooler climate.

What none of the regular Army officers could afford to do, Roosevelt
did. He wrote a letter to General Shafter, the commander of the
expedition, explaining the state of things, and setting out how
important it was, if any of the army was to be kept alive, that they
should be sent away from Cuba, until the sickly season was over.
General Shafter really wished such a letter to be written, and he
allowed the Associated Press reporter to have it as soon as it was
handed to him.

Then, all the Generals joined with Roosevelt in a "Round Robin" to
General Shafter, saying the same things. The Government at Washington
began to take notice, and in a short time ordered the army home.

Roosevelt had taken a leading part in an act which caused him to be
severely blamed by many, to be denounced by all who worship military
etiquette, and charged with "insubordination" by men who would rather
make a mess of things and do it according to the rules of the book,
than succeed in something useful and do it by common-sense rules made
up at the time. He had shocked the folks who like red tape, and he had
helped save the lives of perhaps four thousand men.



CHAPTER IX

GOVERNOR OF NEW YORK


When the Rough Riders were disbanded at Montauk Point in September
1898, Theodore Roosevelt was the most popular man in America. This is
the judgment of his best historian, Mr. Thayer, and it is undoubtedly
correct. The war had made known to the country a number of professional
soldiers or sailors--especially Admiral Dewey and Admiral Sampson,
whose conduct had been splendid. It had also created some popular
"heroes," whose fame was brief. But Colonel Roosevelt was first and
foremost a _citizen_, his career as a soldier was for a few months only.
Behind that was a solid foundation of service in civil office. Ahead of
it were still finer achievements, also in civil life. He felt the pride
which all men feel--despite much pretense and humbug--to have had the
chance to lead men in battle for a just cause, to have put his life in
danger when his country needed such offer of sacrifice.

But the Santiago campaign, the charge up San Juan hill, did not "make"
Roosevelt. It was a dramatic episode in his history; it attracted
attention to him. Such are the peculiar conditions of politics, it
proved a short cut to the White House. He said, frankly, that he would
never have been President if the Rough Riders had not gone to Cuba.
In this he underestimated himself, as he often did. He had too much
ability in politics, too much courage in fighting for the cause of
better government, at a time when courage was badly needed, to have
failed to rise to the highest office. Back in the days when he was
Civil Service Commissioner two visitors in the White House, saw him,
also a visitor, looking about the rooms.

"There is a young man," said one of them, who knew him, "who is going
to move into this house himself, before long."

After Cuba, the next step was the Governorship of New York State.
Before he was out of uniform, the politicians began talking about him
for the place. The Republican party in New York was in a bad way. They
had quarreled among themselves; the Democrats had just beaten them in
an election. They knew they must have a strong candidate for Governor,
or the Democrats, (that is, Tammany Hall) would get control at Albany.

This was the great day of the political Bosses. Perhaps at no time
since have they been quite as powerful as they were then. A man named
Croker was the Boss of the Democratic Party; a man named Platt, the
Boss of the Republicans. Men called the Boss of their own party the
"Leader," but they referred to the "Leader" of the other party as
the Boss, without wasting any politeness. Most men do not pay much
attention to politics; a Boss is a man who pays too much attention to
them. He exists because the average citizen thinks he has done his
whole duty if he votes on election day. A Boss works at his business,
which is politics, night and day, all the year round. He might be very
useful if he could be kept honest. He manages to get a great deal of
power, in ways that are shady, if not actually criminal. Then, if he
is one kind of a Boss, greedy for money, he sells this power to the
highest bidder. Men are nominated for office, because the Boss has
picked them out, as a poultryman might select a fat goose. Usually he
selects a man who will obey orders. But another kind of Boss does not
especially care for money. He likes the power which his position gives
him, he likes to be able to move men about as if they were toy-soldiers.

Such apparently was Senator Platt, the Republican Boss of New York.
People had so neglected their duty of managing their own affairs in
politics, that he had seized the reins, and could say who should be
nominated. In the same way Croker was the ruler of the Democratic party
in New York, and could say who should be nominated in his party.

Now, in such a situation, what was an honest man to do? The best men in
the Republican party believed that Roosevelt was the only one who could
be elected, that the people believed so firmly in his honor and courage
that they would vote for him. Senator Platt did not want him, did not
like him, but he came to see that they could win with him, and with no
one else. So Roosevelt was nominated, and elected, by a narrow lead of
18,000 votes. So far, the people could rule with Roosevelt as their
servant. But the Governor can do little alone; he must have the support
of the Legislature and the other State officers. The Boss hoped to rule
through them, to say who should be appointed to office, to decide which
bill should pass and which be defeated.

There were people who would have had Governor Roosevelt declare war on
Platt; refuse to have anything to do with him; refuse even to speak to
him. In that way he could have done nothing for the good of the State;
he could have spent his term in fighting Platt, made a great show of
independence and reform, but, in point of fact, advanced the cause
of good government not an inch. All of his proposals would have been
blocked by Platt's men in the Legislature.

Instead, he acted in accord with the facts as they were; not as if they
were the way he would have liked them to be. If Platt could not rule he
could ruin. So the Governor treated him politely, and only disagreed
with him when the Boss proposed something actually bad. For instance,
there was a most important officer, the Superintendent of Public Works,
to be appointed. Senator Platt informed Governor Roosevelt that a
certain man had been chosen; he showed him the telegram with the man's
acceptance. Roosevelt said, quietly, something like this:

"I think not, Senator. The Governor appoints that officer, and I am the
Governor."

Platt was very angry; Roosevelt refused to get angry, but stuck to his
decision, and made his own choice. Things like this happened again and
again, during the two years while Roosevelt was Governor of New York.

Every honorable man in American politics has to fight against this evil
of the Boss. Officeholders, Presidents and Governors, come and go, but
the Bosses hold their power for a long time. So long as they exist it
is not wise for us to talk too much about Kings and their tyranny. For
a Boss is very like a King. Platt and Croker thought that the people
were not fit to rule; theirs was much the same idea that King George
the Third and the German Kaiser had. The best and wisest men have had
to admit the strength of the Boss and try to deal with him as well as
they could; Abraham Lincoln even had to appoint one to his Cabinet. The
Boss creeps into power while the people are asleep.

Roosevelt pointed out that it is not hard for a man to be good if he
lives entirely by himself. Nor is it difficult for him to get things
done, if he is careless about right and wrong. The hard thing, yet the
one which must be demanded of the public man, is to get useful things
done, and to keep straight all the while. When Roosevelt was elected
Governor, John Hay, the Secretary of State, wrote to him:

"You have already shown that a man may be absolutely honest and yet
practical; a reformer by instinct and a wise politician; brave,
bold and uncompromising, and yet not a wild ass of the desert. The
exhibition made by the professional independents in voting against you
for no reason on earth except that somebody else was voting for you, is
a lesson that is worth its cost."[10]

[10] "Autobiography," p. 296.

The year 1900 was the year of a Presidential election. Mr. McKinley
was to run again on the Republican ticket, and later it appeared that
Mr. Bryan would oppose him again, as he had in 1896. The Republican
Vice-President, Mr. Hobart, had died in office, so the Republicans had
to find someone to go on the ticket with President McKinley. Roosevelt
was mentioned for the office, and Platt warmly agreed, hoping to get
him out of New York politics. Roosevelt, at first, refused to consider
an office which has more dignity than usefulness about it. Another
utterance of Secretary of State John Hay is interesting. He wrote to a
friend:

  "Teddy has been here: have you heard of it? It was more fun than a
  goat. He came down with a somber resolution thrown on his strenuous
  brow to let McKinley and Hanna know once for all that he would not
  be Vice-President, and found to his stupefaction that nobody in
  Washington, except Platt, had ever dreamed of such a thing."[11]

[11] Thayer, p. 148.

Mr. Hay was one of the wisest of our statesmen; one of the most
polished and agreeable men in public life. Yet this letter shows how
the older men often mistook Roosevelt. For, in less than a year after
Mr. Hay had gently poked fun at "Teddy" for thinking that he might be
made Vice-President, and said that there was not the slightest danger
of such a thing happening, Roosevelt had been elected to that office.
His enjoyment of his work, his bubbling merriment, his lack of the
old-fashioned, pompous manners which used to be supposed proper for
a statesman, made many older men inclined to treat him with a sort
of fatherly amusement. They looked at his acts as an older man might
look at the pranks of a boy. And then, suddenly, they found themselves
serving under this "youngster," in the Government! It was a surprise
from which they never recovered.

I have said that the reporters, the makers of funny pictures in the
newspapers, and others, exaggerated Roosevelt's traits, and created a
false idea about him. This is true. But it is also true that there was
a great deal of real and honest fun poked at him throughout his life,
and that it added to the public enjoyment of his career. The writers
of comic rhymes, the cartoonists, and the writers of political satire
had a chance which no other President has ever given them. Many of our
Presidents--wise and good men--and many Senators, Governors, Cabinet
officers and others, have gone about as if they were all ready to pose
for their statues. Roosevelt never did this. He bore himself in public
with dignity, and respect for the high offices to which the people
elected him. But he did not suggest the old style of portrait, in which
a statesman is standing stiffly, hand in the breast of his coat, a
distant view of the Capitol in the background. He had too keen a sense
of fun for anything of the sort.

Nobody laughed at the jokes about him more heartily than he did
himself. When "Mr. Dooley" described his adventures as a Rough Rider,
and spoke of him as "Alone in Cubia," as if he thought he had won the
war all by himself, he wrote to the author:

  "Three cheers Mr. Dooley! Do come on and let me see you soon. I am by
  no means so much alone as in Cubia. ..."

  "Let me repeat that Dooley, especially when he writes about Teddy
  Rosenfelt has no more interested and amused reader than said
  Rosenfelt himself."[12]

[12] Scribner's Magazine, December, 1919, p. 658.

       *       *       *       *       *

Mr. McKinley was reelected President of the United States and Mr.
Roosevelt was elected Vice-President in November 1900. Roosevelt had
taken part in the campaign before election, and of this Mr. Thayer
writes:

  He spoke in the East and in the West, and for the first time the
  people of many of the States heard him speak and saw his actual
  presence. His attitude as a speaker, his gestures, the way in which
  his pent up thoughts seemed almost to strangle him before he could
  utter them, his smile showing the white rows of teeth, his fist
  clenched as if to strike an invisible adversary, the sudden dropping
  of his voice, and leveling of his forefinger as he became almost
  conversational in tone, and seemed to address special individuals
  in the crowd before him, the strokes of sarcasm, stern and cutting,
  and the swift flashes of humor which set the great multitude in
  a roar, became in that summer and autumn familiar to millions of
  his countrymen; and the cartoonists made his features and gestures
  familiar to many other millions.[13]

[13] Thayer, p. 51.

In the following March he was sworn in as Vice-President. His duties
as presiding officer of the Senate were not severe, and he went on a
cougar hunt in Colorado in the winter before inauguration to enable him
to bear the physical inactivity of his new work.

When he came back to Washington again, to hold the second highest place
in the national government, it troubled him to think that he had never
finished the study of law, begun in New York many years before. He
asked his friend, Justice White of the Supreme Court, if it would be
wrong for him to take a legal course in a Washington law school. The
Justice told him that it would hardly be proper for the Vice-President
to do that, but offered to tutor him in law. They agreed to study
together the following winter.

But Roosevelt's term as Vice-President was coming to an end. He only
occupied the office for six months. He was soon to succeed to the
highest office of all.

[Illustration: Copyright by Underwood and Underwood.

PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT SPEAKING IN ATLANTA]



CHAPTER X

PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES


In the first week of September 1901, President McKinley was killed
by an anarchist in Buffalo. The young man who shot him was rather
weak-minded, and had been led to believe, by the speeches and writings
of others, craftier and wickeder than himself, that he could help the
poor and unfortunate by murdering the President. This he treacherously
did while shaking hands with him.

One of the leaders of the poisonous brood who had made this young
man believe such villainous nonsense was a foreign woman named Emma
Goldman, who for twenty or thirty years went up and down the land,
trying to overthrow the law and government, yet always calling for the
protection of both when she was in danger. The American Government
tolerated this mischief-maker until 1919, when it properly sent her,
and others of her stripe, back to their own country.

President McKinley, who was the gentlest and kindest of men, did not
die immediately from the bullet wound, but lingered for about a week.
Vice-President Roosevelt joined him in Buffalo, and came to believe,
from the reports of the doctors, that the President would get well.
So he returned to his family who were in the Adirondacks. A few days
later, while Mr. Roosevelt was mountain-climbing, a message came that
the President was worse and that the Vice-President must come at once
to Buffalo. He drove fifty miles by night, in a buckboard down the
mountain roads, took a special train, and arrived in Buffalo the next
afternoon.

Mr. McKinley was dead, and Theodore Roosevelt took the oath of office
as President. He was under forty-three years of age, the youngest man
who had ever become President.

It is important to note his first act. It was to insist that all of Mr.
McKinley's Cabinet remain in office. Thus he secured for the continued
service of the Nation, some of its ablest men: Mr. Hay, one of the
most accomplished Secretaries of State we have ever had, and Mr. Root,
Secretary of War, and afterwards Secretary of State, whose highly
trained legal mind placed him at the head of his profession.

A test of a great man, as well as a test of a modest man, in the true
sense, is whether he is willing to have other able and eminent men
around him as his assistants and fellow-workers. The most remarkable
instances of this among our Presidents were Washington and Lincoln.
The latter appointed men not because they admired him, or were
personally agreeable to him; indeed some of his strongest and bitterest
antagonists were put in his Cabinet, because he knew that they could
well serve the country.

Mr. McKinley had chosen excellent Cabinet officers, and these Mr.
Roosevelt kept in office, promoting them and appointing other men of
high ability to other offices as the need arose. He did not care to
shine as a great man among a group of second-rate persons; he preferred
to be chief among his peers, the leader of the strongest and most
sagacious of his time.

In saying this, I do not mean to compare Roosevelt with Washington or
Lincoln or any of the noble figures of the past. Such comparisons are
made too often; every President for fifty years has been acclaimed
by his admirers as "the greatest since Lincoln," or "as great as
Lincoln." This is both foolish and useless. There has been no character
in our land like Lincoln; he stands alone. What we can say of Mr.
Roosevelt, now, is that he was admired and beloved by millions of his
fellow-countrymen while he lived; that his was an extraordinary and
entirely different character from that of any of our Presidents; and
that upon his death thousands who had opposed him and bitterly hated
him but a few years before, were altering their opinion and speaking
of him in admiration--with more than the mere respect which custom
pays to the dead. This has gone on, and other unusual signs have been
given of the world's esteem for him. So much we can say; and leave the
determination of his place in our history for a later time than ours.

One thing which many people feared when Roosevelt became President was
that he would get the country into a war. They thought he liked war for
its own sake. Men said: "Oh! this Roosevelt is such a rash, impulsive
fellow! He will have us in a war in a few months!" The exact opposite
was the truth. He kept our country and our flag respected throughout
the world; he avoided two possible wars; he helped end a foreign war;
we lived at peace. Of him it can truly be said: he kept us out of war,
and he kept us in the paths of honor.

He preached the doctrine of the square deal.

"A man who is good enough to shed his blood for his country, is good
enough to be given a square deal afterward. More than that no man is
entitled to, and less than that no man shall have."[14]

[14] Springfield, Ill., July 4, 1503. Thayer, p. 212.

He did not seek help and rewards from the rich by enabling them to prey
upon the poor; neither did he seek the votes and applause of the poor
by cheap and unjust attacks upon the rich. To the people who expect
a public man to lean unfairly to one side or the other; who cannot
understand any different way of acting, he was a constant puzzle.

"Oh! we have got him sized up!" they would say, "he is for the labor
unions against the capitalist!" and in a few months they would be
puzzled again: "No; he is for Wall Street and he is down on the poor
laboring man."

For a long time they could not get it into their heads that he was for
the honest man, whether laboring man or capitalist, and against the
dishonest man, whether laboring man or capitalist.

"While I am President the doors of the White House will open as easily
for the labor leader as for the capitalist,--_and no easier_."[15]

[15] Hagedorn, p. 242.

Many Presidents might have said the first part of that sentence. Few of
them would have added the last three words.

He annoyed many people in the South by inviting a very able and eminent
Negro, Booker T. Washington, to eat luncheon with him. According to the
curious way of thinking on this subject, Mr. Washington who had been
good enough to eat dinner at the table of the Queen of England, was not
good enough to eat at the White House. Shortly after being violently
denounced for being too polite to a Negro, he was still more violently
denounced for being too harsh to Negroes. He discharged from the Army
some riotous and disorderly Negro soldiers. Persons with small natures
had attacked him for showing courtesy to a distinguished man; other
persons with equally small natures now attacked him for acting justly
towards mutinous soldiers.

What did he do while he was President? What laws were passed by
Congress, which he advocated or urged, and which he approved by his
signature? Here are some of them as they are given by Mr. Washburn,[16]
a Congressman of that time:

[16] Washburn, "Theodore Roosevelt," p. 128.

The Elkins Anti-Rebate Law, to end unjust business dealings of the
railroads.

The creation of the Department of Commerce and Labor.

The law for building the Panama Canal.

The laws to prevent impure and poisonous food being sold under false
labels; and the law to establish the proper inspection of meat.

The creation of the Bureau of Immigration.

The law limiting the working hours of employees and protecting them in
case of injury in their occupations.

The law against child-labor in the District of Columbia.

The reformation of the Consular Service.

The law to stop corporations from giving great sums of money for
political purposes at election time.

You will notice that these were not laws to enable a few rich men to
get richer still at the expense of the many; neither were they designed
to help dishonest labor leaders to plunder the employers. They were
aimed to bring about justice between man and man, to protect the weak.

There was, when Mr. Roosevelt became President, a long standing
dispute between this country and England and Canada about the boundary
of Alaska. This was quickly settled by arbitration; our rights were
secured; and all possible causes of war were removed.

The South American country, Colombia, made an attempt to block the
building of the Panama Canal. This canal had been planned to run
through the State of Panama, which was part of the Republic of
Colombia. It was a part of that country, however, separated by fifteen
days' journey from the capital city, Bogotá, and so separated in
friendship from the rest of the country that it had made over fifty
attempts in fifty years to revolt and gain independence. Our State
Department, through Mr. Hay, had come to an understanding with the
Minister from Colombia as to the canal, and the amount we were to pay
Colombia for the privilege of building this important waterway, for the
benefit of the whole world.

But the Colombian Government at that time were a slippery lot,--
dealing with them, said President Roosevelt, "was like trying to
nail currant jelly to a wall." It struck them that they would do
well to squeeze more money yet out of Uncle Sam, and that they might
by twisting and turning, get forty million dollars as easily as ten
millions. So they delayed and quibbled.

In the meantime, the people of Panama, not wishing to lose the
advantage of the canal, and desiring greatly to take any opportunity to
free themselves from the Colombians who had plundered them for years,
declared a revolution, which took place without bloodshed. Colombian
troops, coming to try to reconquer Panama, were forbidden to land by
our ships, acting under President Roosevelt's orders. We were under
treaty agreement to preserve order on the Isthmus. Our Government
recognized the new Republic of Panama, an act which was promptly
followed by all the nations of the earth. We then opened negotiations
with Panama, paid the money to her, and built the Canal.

Of course the politicians in Colombia howled with rage. A tricky
horse-dealer, who has a horse which he has abused for years, but
desires to sell to a customer for four times its value, would be
angry if the horse ran away, and he lost not only the animal, but
also his chances of swindling the customer. So with the Colombians.
Some people in this country took up their cry, and professed to feel
great sorrow for Colombia. It was noticed, however, that this sorrow
seemed to afflict most pitifully the people who were strongest in their
opposition to Mr. Roosevelt, and this caused a suspicion that their
pretended horror at the act of our Government was not so much based
upon any knowledge of the facts, as upon a readiness to think evil
of the President. Others who joined in an expression of grief at the
time, and later attempted to bolster up Colombia's claims for damages,
belonged to that class referred to in connection with the sinking of
the _Maine_, who always think the best of any foreign country and
suspect the worst of their own.

The fact that other countries instantly recognized Panama, and that
President Roosevelt's action was completely and emphatically endorsed
by Secretary Hay, proved that the Panama incident was an example of
the promptness, wisdom and courage in the conduct of foreign relations
which leads alike to justice and the satisfactory settlement of
difficult problems. For not the bitterest opponent of Mr. Roosevelt's
administration ever dared to cast a shadow of doubt upon the honesty
of Secretary Hay. The canal is now built, thanks in large part to
President Roosevelt, and we have had a chance to see that wise
decisions may often be reached swiftly; whereas dawdling, hesitation
and timidity, which are sometimes mistaken for statesmanship, are
more than apt to end, not only in general injustice, but in practical
failure.

The war between Russia and Japan took place during President
Roosevelt's term of office. After it had been going on over a year,
and Japan had won victories by land and sea, the President asked
both countries to open negotiations for peace. He continued to exert
strong influence in every quarter to help bring the two enemies to an
agreement. Only since his death has it become generally known how hard
he worked to this end. A peace conference was held at Kittery Navy Yard
in Maine, and a treaty was signed which ended the war.

For his action in this, President Roosevelt was the first American
to receive the Nobel Peace Prize. This was a sad reverse to the
predictions of those who had been so sure that he was longing to start
wars, instead of end them. Indeed, men who prophesied evil about Mr.
Roosevelt, as well as those who tried to catch him in traps, had a
most disappointing experience. The Nobel Prize consisted of a diploma,
and an award in money of $40,000. This he tried to devote to helping
the cause of peace between capital and labor in America. When Congress
failed to take the needed action to apply his money for this purpose,
it was returned to him. During the Great War he gave all of it to
different relief organizations, like the Red Cross, and other societies
for helping the sufferers.

The President assembled the most powerful fleet we had ever had
together, sixteen battleships, with destroyers, and sent them on a
cruise around the world. This was bitterly opposed at the time. Public
men and newspapers predicted that the fleet could never make the
voyage, or that even if it could, its effect would be to cause war
with some other nation. The most emphatic predictions were made by a
famous newspaper that the entrance of the fleet into the Pacific Ocean
would be the signal for a declaration of war upon us by a foreign
power. Nothing of the sort happened. The cruise attracted to the
American navy the admiration of the world; it immensely increased the
usefulness of the Navy itself by the experience it gave the officers
and men; and it served warning upon anybody who needed it (and some
folk did need it) that America was not a country of dollar-chasing
Yankees, rich and helpless, but that it had the ability to defend
itself.

This was an illustration of Roosevelt's use of the old saying: "Speak
softly and carry a big stick; you will go far." When he first repeated
this, it was seized upon by the newspapers for its amusing quality, and
he was henceforth pictured as carrying a tremendous bludgeon, of the
sort which giants usually bore in the tale of "Jack the Giant Killer."
Timid folk thought that it proved their worst fears about his fondness
for a fight. They failed to notice the "Speak softly" part of the
saying. It was only a vivid way of advising his countrymen to be quiet
and polite in their dealings with other nations, but not to let America
become defenseless. What hasty and shallow critics denounced as the
threat of a bully, proved in practice to be the sagacious advice of a
statesman, whose promise when he took office, to preserve the peace and
honor of his beloved country, was kept faithfully and precisely.

And he was able to keep the peace, to fill the office of President for
seven years without having a shot fired by our forces, because he
made it clear that this country would not submit to wrong, would not
argue or bicker with foreign trespassers, kidnappers, highwaymen or
murderers, but would promptly fight them. He did not fill the air with
beautiful words about his love of peace; but we had peace. For as he
knew perfectly well, there were countries, like Canada, with which we
could live at peace for a hundred years and more, without needing forts
or guns between them and us, because we think alike on most subjects,
and respect each other's honor.

And there were other countries, Germany in particular, against whom
all her neighbors have to live armed to the teeth, and in deadly fear,
because the Germans respect nothing on earth except force. To argue
or plead with the Germans, as he well knew, was not only a waste of
time, it was worse: it was a direct invitation to war. Because since
1870 the Germans think that any country which professes to love peace,
any country whose statesmen utter noble thoughts about peace, is
simply a cowardly country, bent on making money, and afraid to fight.
So when,--during Roosevelt's administration, the biggest swaggering
"gun-man" of the world, the Kaiser Wilhelm of Germany, made a threat
against the peace of America, Roosevelt no more read him pretty
lectures about his love of peace, than he would have recited poetry to
that other gun-man in the hotel in Dakota years before. He simply told
the Kaiser in a few words, just what would happen if Germany didn't
drop it. It was so quietly done that nobody knew anything at all about
it until years afterward. There was no delay; there was no endless
note-writing; there was no blustering; the Kaiser climbed down; _and
there was no war_.

This, I am inclined to think, was one of the most important events of
Roosevelt's seven years in the White House. If we wish America to live
henceforth in peace and in honor, there is no incident of the past
thirty years which should be studied by every American with more care.
Germany began her attack on the world long before 1914. She bullied
here, and she schemed and plotted there, but she was at work for years.
In 1898 she tried to range the countries of Europe against us, as we
went to war with Spain. England stood our friend and kept her off.
Germany sent a fleet meddling into Manila Harbor to annoy and threaten
Admiral Dewey. He refused to be frightened by them however and as an
English squadron which was also there played the part of a good friend,
the German admiral had his trip for nothing.

Later, about a year after Mr. Roosevelt became President, the German
Kaiser discovered a way, as he thought, to grab some territory in
South America. Our Monroe Doctrine, which insures peace in the Western
Hemisphere, by forbidding European nations to seize land here, was
an obstacle to the Kaiser. He disliked it. But taking as pretext the
fact that some people in Venezuela owed money to various Europeans,
including Germans, he induced England and Italy to join in sending a
fleet for a blockade of the Venezuelan coast. The English and Italians
agreed, before long, to arbitrate their difficulty with Venezuela,
and moreover they had no intention of seizing land. The German plan
was quite different. They threatened to bombard Venezuelan towns,
and we know enough now of their methods to say that they were hoping
for something which might serve as an excuse for landing troops and
taking possession of towns and territory. This was in defiance of our
Monroe Doctrine; it aimed at setting up an Emperor's colonies in South
America, and putting the peace of both South and North America into
danger. Mr. Roosevelt did not mean to allow it.

But consider the situation. Germany was the foremost military power of
the world. Her army was almost the greatest; probably the best trained
and equipped. Ours was one of the smallest. Germany was not engaged in
difficulties elsewhere. She faced us across no barriers but the sea.
No great French and British armies held the lines against her, as they
did in later years when once more she threatened America. No mighty
British fleet held the seas and kept the German Navy cooped up where it
could do no harm,--except to such merchant ships, passenger steamers
and hospital boats as it could strike from under the water. We faced
Germany alone. But we had two means of defense. One of them was Admiral
Dewey and his ships. The first of them, however, and the only one
needed, was the cool-headed and brave-hearted man in the White House.

He told the German Ambassador, quietly and without bluster, that unless
the Kaiser agreed to arbitrate his quarrel with Venezuela, and unless
he agreed within a short time, ten days or less, Admiral Dewey would be
ordered to Venezuela to protect it against a German attack. The German
ambassador said that, of course, as the All Highest Kaiser had refused
once before to arbitrate, there could be nothing done about it. All
Highests do not arbitrate. People simply have to step aside.

President Roosevelt informed the German Ambassador that this meant war.
A few days later when the German Ambassador was again at the White
House, the President asked if the Kaiser had changed his mind. The
Ambassador seemed to think that it was a joke. The Kaiser change his
mind at the bidding of a Yankee President! It was almost funny!

[Illustration: THE ROUGH RIDER

_With Mr. Punch's best wishes to Colonel Roosevelt, President of the
United States._

(A Cartoon in _Punch_ when Colonel Roosevelt became President.)]

"All right," said President Roosevelt, "I can change my mind. Admiral
Dewey will not even wait until Tuesday to start for Venezuela. He will
go on Monday. If you are cabling to Berlin, please tell them that."

The pompous Ambassador was much flustered. He hurried away, but
returned in about a day and a half, still out of breath.

"Mr. President," he said, "His Imperial Majesty the Emperor has agreed
to arbitrate with Venezuela."

So there was no delay, no long and distressing argument; and there was
no war. The President could do this because he knew his countrymen;
he knew that they were not cowards. He knew they never had failed to
back up their leader in the White House. He knew that no President
need worry about loyalty when he tells America that a foreign enemy
is making threats. He had seen his courageous predecessor, Grover
Cleveland, rouse America, as one man, over another Venezuelan incident,
a dozen or more years before. And he knew that the only occasion
when America had ever seemed about to fall into doubt and hesitation
in time of danger, was when that doubt and hesitation began in the
White House,--in the administration of Buchanan, before the Civil War.
America will always support her President, if war threatens,--but
America expects him to show leadership. Timidity in the leader will
make timidity in the nation.

So the Kaiser changed his mind and gave in,--why? Because he knew
that there was a President in the White House whose words were easy
to understand; they did not have to be interpreted nor explained. And
moreover, when these words were uttered, the President would make them
good, every one.



CHAPTER XI

THE LION HUNTER


Other important events of President Roosevelt's administration will
best be described farther on. For their importance increased after he
was out of office, and they had a great influence upon a later campaign.

Here, it should be said that in 1904, as the term for which he was
acting as Mr. McKinley's successor, drew toward an end, he was
nominated by the Republican Party to succeed himself. There was some
talk of opposition within his party, especially from the friends of
"big business" who thought that he was not sufficiently reverent and
submissive to the moneyed interests. This opposition took the form of a
move to nominate Senator Hanna. But the Senator died, and the talk of
opposition which was mostly moonshine, faded away.

When the campaign came in the autumn of 1904, his opponent was the
Democratic nominee, Judge Parker, also from New York. Mr. Roosevelt was
elected by a majority of more than two million and a half votes,--the
largest majority ever given to a President in our history, either
before or since that time.

On the night of election day he issued a statement in which he said:
"Under no circumstances will I be a candidate for or accept another
nomination." Of this he writes:

  The reason for my choice of the exact phraseology used was twofold.
  In the first place, many of my supporters were insisting that, as I
  had served only three and a half years of my first term, coming in
  from the Vice-Presidency when President McKinley was killed, I had
  really had only one elective term, so that the third term custom
  did not apply to me; and I wished to repudiate this suggestion. I
  believed then (and I believe now) the third term custom or tradition
  to be wholesome, and therefore, I was determined to regard its
  substance, refusing to quibble over the words usually employed to
  express it. On the other hand I did not wish simply and specifically
  to say that I would not be a candidate for the nomination in 1908,
  because if I had specified the year when I would not be a candidate,
  it would have been widely accepted as meaning that I intended to be
  a candidate some other year; and I had no such intention, and had
  no idea that I would ever be a candidate again. Certain newspaper
  men did ask me if I intended to apply my prohibition to 1912, and I
  answered that I was not thinking of 1912, nor of 1920, nor of 1940,
  and that I must decline to say anything whatever except what appeared
  in my statement.[17]

[17] "Autobiography," pp. 422-3.

From March 4, 1905, until March 4, 1909, he was an elected President,
not a President who had succeeded to the office through the death of
another. When the end of his term approached he threw his influence in
favor of the nomination of Mr. William H. Taft, Secretary of War in his
Cabinet. He could have had the nomination himself if he had wished it;
indeed he had to take precautions against being nominated. But Mr. Taft
was nominated, and in November, 1908, was elected over Mr. Bryan, who
was then running for the Presidency for the third time.

President Roosevelt and President-elect Taft drove up Pennsylvania
Avenue to the Capitol together, March 4, 1909, in a cold gale of wind,
which had followed a sudden blizzard. The weather was an omen of the
stormy change which was coming over the friendship of these two men.
An hour or two later it was President Taft who drove back to the White
House, while Mr. Roosevelt, once more a private citizen, was hurrying
to his home in Oyster Bay, to get ready for his hunting trip to Africa.

       *       *       *       *       *

This was the vacation to which he had been looking forward for years.
He had long been a friend of a number of famous hunters, and had
corresponded with and received visits from some of them. Chief among
these was Mr. Frederick Selous, one of the greatest of African hunters.
Those who have read any of Rider Haggard's fine stories of adventure
(especially "King Solomon's Mines" and "Allan Quartermain") will be
interested to know that Mr. Selous was the original of Quartermain.
Adventures like these of Selous, the opportunity to see the marvelous
African country, and the chance to shoot the dangerous big game, made
Roosevelt long to visit Africa.

So he headed a scientific expedition sent out by the Smithsonian
Institution to collect specimens for the National Museum at Washington.
With him went his son Kermit, a student at Harvard; and three American
naturalists. They left America only two or three weeks after his term
as President had ended, and they came out of the African wilderness
at Khartoum about a year later. With friends whom they met in Africa,
English and American hunters, and a long train of native bearers and
scouts, they visited the parts of Africa richest in game, and killed
lions, leopards, hyenas, elephants, rhinoceros, hippopotamus, zebra,
giraffe, buffalo, and dozens of other kinds of animals. Mr. Roosevelt
and Kermit shot about a dozen trophies for themselves; otherwise
nothing was killed which was not intended as a museum specimen or
for meat. No useless butchery of animals was allowed; often at great
inconvenience and even danger, animals were avoided or driven off
rather than let them be killed needlessly. Some of the finest groups of
mounted animals in the country are now standing in the National Museum,
as a result of this trip.

They saw many wonderful sights. They saw a band of Nandi warriors,
fierce savages, naked, and armed only with shields and long spears,
attack and kill a big lion. Kermit Roosevelt took photographs of most
of the large game, coming up to close quarters in order to get his
pictures. He took two or three photographs of a herd of wild elephants
in the forest, going at great risk within twenty-five yards of the herd
to be sure to get a good view.

One day's hunting, which Mr. Roosevelt describes, shows what the
country was like, how full it was of all kinds of animals. Leaving
camp at seven in the morning they were out altogether over fifteen
hours. They were after a lion, so did not look for other game. They
soon passed some zebra, and antelope, but left them alone. The country
was a dry, brown grassland, with few trees, and in some places seems
to have looked like our Western prairie. At noon they sighted three
rhinoceros, which they tried to avoid, as they did not wish to shoot
them. Of course, in such circumstances it is necessary to do nothing
to disturb the temper of the animals--stupid, short-sighted beasts--or
else in their anger or alarm, they will blindly charge the hunter, who
then is forced to shoot to save himself from being tossed and gored
on that great horn. There was a hyena disturbing the other game, and
as these are savage nuisances, Mr. Roosevelt shot this one at three
hundred and fifty paces. While the porters were taking the skin, he
could not help laughing, he says, at finding their party in the center
of a great plain, stared at from all sides by enough wild animals to
stock a circus. Vultures were flying overhead. The three rhinoceros
were gazing at them, about half a mile away. Wildebeest (sometimes
called gnu) which look something like the American buffalo or bison,
and hartebeest, stood around in a ring, looking on. Four or five
antelope came in closer to see what was happening, and a zebra trotted
by, neighing and startling the rhinoceros.

After a rest for luncheon, they went on, looking for lions. Two
wart-hogs jumped up, and Mr. Roosevelt shot the biggest of them. By
this time it was getting late in the afternoon; time for lions to be
about. At last they saw one; a big lioness. She ran along the bed of
a stream, crouching so as not to be seen in the failing light. The
two hunters rode past and would have missed her if one of the native
followers had not sighted her a second time. Then Roosevelt and the
other hunter left their horses, and came in close on foot. This is
perhaps as dangerous as any hunting in Africa. A man must be cool and a
good shot to go after lions; sooner or later almost every lion hunter
either gets badly hurt or gets killed.

This time all went well; Roosevelt hit her with his first shot; ran
in close and finished her. She weighed over three hundred pounds.
The porters--much excited, as they always are at the death of a
lion--wished to carry the whole body without skinning it, back to
camp. While they were lashing it to a pole another lion began to growl
hungrily. The night was dark, without a moon, and the work of getting
back was hard for the porters, as well as rather terrifying to them.
Lions were grunting all about; twice one of them kept alongside the men
as they walked,--much to their discomfort. Then a rhinoceros, nearby,
let off a series of snorts, like a locomotive. This did not cheer up
the porters to any great degree. Roosevelt and the other white hunter
had trouble to keep them together and to keep on the watch, with their
rifles ready to drive off any animals which might attack.

At last they came to the camp of a tribe of savages called Masai. As
they were still four miles from their own camp and as the porters were
about exhausted from carrying the lion, they decided to go in there,
skin the lion and rest for a while. There was some trouble about this,
as the Masai feared that the scent of the dead lion would scare their
cattle. They agreed at last, however, admitted the white men and the
porters, and stood about, in the fire-light, leaning on their spears,
and laughing, while the lion was being skinned. They gave Roosevelt
milk to drink and seemed pleased to have a call from "Bwana Makuba,"
the Great Chief, as the porters called him.

So here was an Ex-President of the United States, not many months from
his work as Chief Magistrate in the Capitol of a civilized nation,
talking to a group of savages, who in their dwellings, weapons,
clothing and customs had hardly changed in three thousand years; the
twentieth century A.D. meeting the tenth century B.C.

At ten o'clock they got back to their own camp, and after a hot bath,
sat down to a supper of eland venison and broiled spur fowl,--"and
surely no supper ever tasted more delicious."

Another day, when hunting with the same companion he had the experience
of being charged by a wounded lion. It was a big, male lion, with
a black and yellow mane. They chased him on horseback for about two
miles. Then he stopped and hid behind a bush. A shot wounded him
slightly and, Mr. Tarlton, Roosevelt's companion, an experienced
lion-hunter, told him that the lion was sure to charge.

  Again I knelt and fired; but the mass of hair on the lion made me
  think he was nearer than he was, and I undershot, inflicting a flesh
  wound that was neither crippling nor fatal. He was already grunting
  savagely and tossing his tail erect, with his head held low; and at
  the shot the great sinewy beast came toward us with the speed of a
  greyhound. Tarlton then very properly fired, for lion hunting is
  no child's play, and it is not good to run risks. Ordinarily it is
  a very mean thing to experience joy at a friend's miss, but this
  was not an ordinary case, and I felt keen delight when the bullet
  from the badly sighted rifle missed, striking the ground many yards
  short. I was sighting carefully from my knee, and I knew I had the
  lion all right; for though he galloped at a great pace he came on
  steadily--ears laid back, and uttering terrific coughing grunts--and
  there was now no question of making allowance for distance, nor, as
  he was out in the open, for the fact that he had not before been
  distinctly visible. The bead of my foresight was exactly on the
  center of his chest as I pressed the trigger, and the bullet went as
  true as if the place had been plotted with dividers. The blow brought
  him up all standing, and he fell forward on his head.

  The soft-nosed Winchester bullet had gone straight through the chest
  cavity, smashing the lungs and the big blood-vessels of the heart.
  Painfully he recovered his feet, and tried to come on, his ferocious
  courage holding out to the last; but he staggered and turned from
  side to side, unable to stand firmly, still less to advance at a
  faster pace than a walk. He had not ten seconds to live; but it is a
  sound principle to take no chances with lions. Tarlton hit him with
  his second bullet probably in the shoulder; and with my next shot I
  broke his neck. I had stopped him when he was still a hundred yards
  away, and certainly no finer sight could be imagined than that of
  this great maned lion as he charged.[18]

[18] "African Game Trails," pp. 192-3.

To the man who can shoot straight, and shoot just as straight at a
savage animal as at a target, African game-hunting is for part of the
time not very dangerous. Nine or ten lions or elephants or rhinoceros
may be killed, without seeming risk. The tenth time something
unexpected happens, and death comes very near to the hunter.

In shooting an elephant in the forest one day, Roosevelt had what was
perhaps his closest call since the bear nearly killed him, years before
in Idaho. He had just shot an elephant, when there came a surprise:

  But at that very instant, before there was a moment's time in which
  to reload, the thick bushes parted immediately on my left front, and
  through them surged the vast bulk of a charging bull elephant, the
  matted mass of tough creepers snapping like packthread before his
  rush. He was so close that he could have touched me with his trunk.
  I leaped to one side and dodged behind a tree trunk, opening the
  rifle, throwing out the empty shells, and slipping in two cartridges.
  Meantime Cunninghame fired right and left, at the same time throwing
  himself into the bushes on the other side. Both his bullets went
  home, and the bull stopped short in his charge, wheeled, and
  immediately disappeared in the thick cover. We ran forward, but the
  forest had closed over his wake. We heard him trumpet shrilly, and
  then all sounds ceased.[19]

[19] "African Game Trails," p. 251.



CHAPTER XII

EUROPE AND AMERICA


At Khartoum Mr. Roosevelt and his son were joined by other members of
his family. They all crossed to Europe, for he had been invited by the
rulers and learned bodies of a number of countries to pay them a visit.
He went to Italy, Austria, Germany, Norway, Sweden, Holland, France,
Denmark, Belgium and England, receiving the highest compliments from
their rulers, honorary degrees from the universities, and a welcome
from the people everywhere which had been given with such heartiness to
no other American since General Grant traveled round the world after
the Civil War.

In Norway he spoke to the Nobel Committee in thanks for the Peace Prize
which they had awarded him after the Russo-Japanese War. In Germany,
the Kaiser ordered a review of troops for him; and he was received by
the University of Berlin. In Paris, he addressed the famous institution
of learning, the Sorbonne. The English universities received him,
and gave him their honorary degrees. London made him a "freeman."
His speeches before the learned men of Europe might not have been
extraordinary for a university teacher, but when we think that his
life had alternated between the hustle of politics, the career of a
ranchman, of a soldier, and of a hunter of big game, it is evident that
we shall have to search long and far among our public men before we can
find any to match him in the variety of his interests and achievements.

In England, King Edward VII had just died, and Mr. Roosevelt was
appointed by President Taft as the American representative at the
funeral. There was a gathering in London of thirteen reigning monarchs,
and many curious stories are told about the occasion. Of course the
Kaiser was there, strutting about and trying to patronize everybody.
Mr. Roosevelt had been politely received by the Kaiser and believed,
as did every one, that beneath his arrogant manners, there was a great
deal of ability. But he did not allow himself to be treated by the "All
Highest" with magnificent condescension.

A story is repeated, of which one version is that the Kaiser suddenly
called out, at some reception:

"Oh, Colonel Roosevelt, I wish to see you before I leave London, and
can give you just thirty minutes, to-morrow afternoon at two."

"That's very good of Your Majesty," replied Mr. Roosevelt, "and I'll
be there. But unfortunately I have an engagement, so that I'll only be
able to give you twenty minutes."

Another story concerns a little boy,--the Crown Prince of one of the
countries where royal folk have simpler and better manners than in
Germany. He and his parents and other persons of royal rank were at the
palace where Mr. Roosevelt was staying. As any man would know, boys are
interested in much the same things whether they are princes or not,
and this one was greatly taken by Mr. Roosevelt's stories of hunting,
and by being taught some of the games which the American father and
his boys had played in the White House, not many years before. So
it happened that as a group of the visitors, including two or three
kings and queens, stepped out of one of the rooms of the palace into
a corridor one evening, they were astonished to see a gentleman down
on his hands and knees on a rug, playing "bear" with a little boy. The
gentleman was the Ex-President of the United States, and the boy was
the future King of one of the countries of Europe.

[Illustration: Copyright, 1902, by Clinedinet, Washington, D.C.

President Roosevelt in the Saddle]

Roosevelt's return to New York was the signal for a tremendous
reception. New York outdid itself in salutes, parades, and wildly
cheering crowds. Nothing like it had been seen before. Even after the
excitement of the first day of his return, he could not go out without
being surrounded by cheering crowds. He knew that it could not last,
and said to his sister: "Soon they will be throwing rotten apples at
me."

He was right. A period was about to begin when he was to be defeated
in every campaign in which he engaged. All the enemies he had made in
his long fight for better government--and they were many and bitter
enemies--were to join hands with all the people who opposed him just
because they disliked him. He was to part company from some of his
nearest friends, and persistently to be reviled, misunderstood and
attacked. Yet he was to rally around him a body of devoted friends, and
make these the greatest years of his life.

It is partly comic and partly sad, to look back and consider the things
for which Roosevelt had fought in his public life, and to recall that
a fight had to be made for things like these; that the man advocating
them had to stand unlimited abuse. He had been abused for trying
to stop the sale of liquor to children, and opposed in his efforts
to prevent the making of cigars in filthy bed-rooms. He had been
violently attacked for enforcing the liquor laws of New York. Lawyers
and public men had grown red with anger as they denounced him as a
tyrant, and an enemy to the Constitution, because he wished to stop
a dishonest system of rebates by the railroads. A man looks back and
wonders if he were living among sane people, or in a mad-house, when
he recalls that Roosevelt was viciously attacked because he proposed
that the meat-packers of this country should not be allowed to sell to
their countrymen rotten and diseased products which foreign countries
refused even to admit. Sneers greeted his attempts to prevent poisons
being sold as medicine, and laudanum being peddled to little children
as soothing-syrup. His fight to prevent greedy folk from destroying
the forests, wasting the minerals, and spoiling the water supplies of
America had to be made in the face of every sort of legal trickery and
the meanest of personal abuse.

The Republican Party had been founded during one of the greatest
efforts for human freedom ever made in our history. In its long years
in power, and in the amazing increase in prosperity and wealth in
America, if had become the defender of wealth. Many of its highest and
most powerful men could see no farther than the cash drawer. Human
rights and wrongs, human suffering, or any attempt to prevent such
sufferings, simply did not interest them. They were not cruel men
personally, but they had heard repeated for so many years that this or
the other thing could not be done "because it would hurt business,"
that they had come to worship "business" as a savage bows his head
before an idol. Many of them could give money for an orphan asylum or
a children's hospital, and yet on the same day, vote to kill a bill
aimed to prevent child-labor. To pass such a bill as that would "hurt
business."

The Democratic Party was no better. It was simply weaker, and usually
less intelligent. Wherever it was powerful, it, too, was apt to be the
servant of corruption. The politicians of both parties loved to keep up
a continual fight about the tariff, to distract public attention from
other important subjects.

There had been disagreements in the Republican Party for a number
of years. These had gone on during the Roosevelt administration. In
the main, these struggles can be described by saying that President
Roosevelt and those who agreed with him were looking out for the
advantage of the many, and for the welfare and health of great masses
of the people. His opponents were more interested to see that
nothing checked the activities of great corporations, railroads, and
manufacturing interests. They sincerely believed that this was the
first concern of all true patriots. Roosevelt wished every man to have
a square deal, an equal chance, so far as possible, to earn as good a
living as he could. His opponents thought that if the great business
interests could only go on, as they liked, without being annoyed by the
government, they would be able to give employment to almost everybody,
and to all the unfortunates, who were crushed in the struggle, they
would give charity.

Between these two groups there was a ceaseless fight all the years
Roosevelt was in the White House. He had been strongly approved at
the polls; many of the measures he advocated had been made laws by
Congress. So he thought, and the larger part of the Republican Party
thought, when Mr. Taft became President, that the measures which they
had approved were going to be advanced still further.

It soon appeared that they were in for a disappointment. Mr. Taft
proved friendly to the older politicians; the younger and progressive
men were not in favor. He made his associates, and chose as his
advisers, the men who called Mr. Roosevelt "rash," "a socialist,"
"an anarchist." Many of the men who surrounded President Taft were
honest and patriotic. But there were also a number of stick-in-the-mud
statesmen,--old gentlemen who had been saying the same thing, thinking
the same things, doing the same things, for forty years. To change,
to be up with the times, to progress, to alter methods to meet new
conditions, struck them as simply indecent. Their idea of a happy
national life was great "prosperity" for a fortunate few, a lesser
degree of success for some others who could cling to the chariot wheels
of the rich, and,--charity for the rest. That was always their answer
to the old, hard problem of wealth and poverty. Like quack doctors they
would try to cure the symptoms, rather than like wise physicians seek
to find the causes. They were like the Tories in our Revolution who
were for King George against George Washington, because King George
was the legal King of the American colonies, or like the Northern
pro-slavery men, who defended slavery because it was permitted by the
Constitution and the slaves were legal "property." The Constitution
was, for them, an instrument to be used to block all change, whether
good or bad.

Other men, near to President Taft, were neither patriotic nor innocent.
They were shrewd, powerful Bosses,--men of the type of Platt. Only, Mr.
Taft did not stand on the alert with them, as Roosevelt had done as
Governor, working with them when he could, and fighting them when they
went wrong. He allowed them to influence his administration, and, at
last, accepted a nomination engineered by them for their own selfish
purposes.

The Republicans who followed President Taft, the "stand-patters,"
believed in property rights first, and human rights second. If any
of them did not actually believe this, they joined people who did
thoroughly believe it, and so their action counted toward putting that
belief into practice. The others, the "Insurgents" or Progressive
Republicans, (later called the Bull Moose) believed in human rights
first. That is as near as the thing can be stated, remembering that it
was a disputed point, with good men on both sides. The stand-patters
said the Progressives were cranks,--visionary and impractical; the
Progressives replied that it was better to be both of these things than
to be quite so near to the earth and selfish as Mr. Taft's followers or
managers. The events of later years have not borne out the contention
that Roosevelt was "rash" and "dangerous"; while the charge that Mr.
Taft made a President more pleasing to the Bosses than to the people
was amply proved, in the campaign of 1912.



CHAPTER XIII

THE BULL MOOSE


It was not personal ambition which made Roosevelt become the leader
of the revolt in the Republican Party, and later head a new party.
The revolt had been growing while he was in Africa, and he was long
besought to become its leader. At first, Senator La Follette seemed a
possible leader, but he broke down in a nervous attack, and the belief
that he was not the man for the place has been justified by later
events.

As President Taft's administration drew to an end, in 1911 and 1912,
it was clear that he was steadily losing the public confidence. State
elections, and other straws, showed how the wind was blowing. The
Progressive Republicans pointed out to their fellow-members of the
party that only where a Progressive ran for office in a state election
did the party win. Otherwise the Democrats were victorious. The lesson
was plain; but the stand-patters did not care to see it. By the
beginning of 1912 it was freely predicted in print that the Democrats
would nominate Governor Wilson of New Jersey, their strongest
candidate, and that they would win if the Republicans insisted on
naming Mr. Taft. But the old-line Republicans were above taking advice.
The Democrats were naturally gleeful about the situation; they kept
their faces straight and solemnly warned the Republicans, in the
name of the safety of the country, not to listen to the "wild man,"
Roosevelt, but to be sure to nominate Mr. Taft. And the Republicans
listened to the advice of their opponents. "Whom the Gods would destroy
they first make mad."

Roosevelt had been telling his friends that he would not run again;
that he did not wish to oppose Mr. Taft, who had been his close friend
and associate. But neither he, nor the Republicans who thought as
he did, liked to see their party drift back and back to become the
organization for plunder which the Bosses would have made it long
before, if they had always had a "good-natured" man in the White House.
When the governors of seven States--Michigan, West Virginia, Wyoming,
Nebraska, New Hampshire, Missouri and Kansas--united in an appeal to
Roosevelt for leadership, he began to change his mind.

He said in private, that he knew it would be hard, if not impossible,
for him to get the nomination; President Taft had all the machinery on
his side. He knew that it meant parting with many of his best friends;
the older politicians would mainly oppose him; he would have to go
directly to the people for his support, and rely upon the younger
leaders as his lieutenants.

In going straight to the people he was following one of the principles
of the Insurgent or Progressive Republicans. In order to fight the
Bosses, and overcome the crooked and secret influence of "big business"
in politics, the Progressives were proposing various methods by which
it was hoped the people might rule more directly, and prevent a few
men from overcoming the wishes of the many. One of these methods was
the direct primary, so that the voters might choose their candidates
themselves, instead of leaving it to the absurd conventions, where
large crowds of men are hired to fill the galleries, yell for one
candidate, and try to out-yell the opposing crowd.

In February, 1912, Roosevelt announced that he was a candidate for the
Republican nomination.

"My hat is in the ring," he said.

The storm of abuse which raged around him now was terrific. All the
friends of fattened monopoly--and this included many of the most
powerful newspapers--screamed aloud in their fright. Mostly they
assailed him on three counts: that he was "disloyal" to his friend,
Mr. Taft, that he had promised never to run for President again; and
that it meant the overthrow of the Republic and the setting up of a
monarchy if any man ever disregarded Washington's example and was
President for three terms.

The charge of disloyalty to Mr. Taft does not deserve discussion.
Those who made it never stopped to think that they were saying that
a man should set his personal friendships higher than his regard for
the nation; that he must support his friend, even if he believed that
to do so would work harm to the whole country. Moreover, if there
had been any disloyalty, it had not been on Mr. Roosevelt's side! He
had remained true to his principles. As for the promise never to run
again, we have already seen what he said about that. The notion that
Washington laid down some law against reelecting a President for more
than two terms is an example of how a complete error may pass into
popular belief and become a superstition. Washington said and believed
the very opposite. He did not wish a third term himself, because he
was old and weary, but in regard to third terms he seems to have been
even more liberal than Roosevelt, who disapproved of three terms _in
succession_. But Washington distinctly said that he saw no reason why
a President should not be reelected as often as the people needed his
services. He said nothing about four, eight, or twelve years, but in
discussing this very question in a letter to Lafayette, wrote:

  "I can see no propriety in precluding ourselves from the services
  of any man, who on some emergency shall be deemed most capable of
  serving the public."[20]

[20] Sparks, "Writings of George Washington," ix. 358.

In the primary campaign, in the spring of 1912, the Progressive
Republicans and Mr. Roosevelt proved their case up to the hilt. In
every instance but one, where it was possible to get a direct vote of
the people, Roosevelt beat President Taft, and overwhelmingly. Thus, in
California he beat him nearly two to one; in Illinois, more than two
to one, in Nebraska more than three to one, in North Dakota more than
twenty to one, in South Dakota more than three to one. In New Jersey,
Maryland, Oregon and Ohio, Roosevelt won decisively; in Pennsylvania by
a tremendous majority. Massachusetts, the only remaining State which
held a direct primary, where both men were in the field, split nearly
even, giving Mr. Taft a small lead.

In the face of this clear indication of what the voters wished, for the
Republican leaders to go ahead and nominate Mr. Taft was sheer suicide
from a political point of view. It was also something much worse: the
few denying the will of the many. This, of course, is tyranny,--what
our ancestors revolted against when they founded the nation. But go
ahead they did. It is probable that even as early as this they had
no idea of winning the election; they merely intended to keep the
party machinery in their own hands. Gravely talking about law and the
Constitution they proceeded to defy the first principles of popular
government.

By use of the Southern delegates, from States where the Republican
Party exists mostly in theory, by contesting almost every delegation,
and always ruling against Roosevelt, by every manipulation which the
"Old Guard" of the party could employ, Mr. Taft was nominated. In at
least one important and crucial case, delegates were seized for Mr.
Taft by shameless theft. The phrase is that used by Mr. Thayer,--a
historian, accustomed to weigh his words, and a non-partisan in this
contest, since he favored neither Mr. Taft nor Roosevelt.

In August the Progressive Party was founded at a convention held in
Chicago. Roosevelt and Johnson were the nominees for President and
Vice-President. The men gathered at this convention were out of the
Republican Party; they had not left it, but the party had left them.
Not willingly did they take this action; men whose grandfathers voted
for Fremont in 1856 and for Lincoln in 1860, and again for Lincoln in
1864, when the fate of the Republic really depended on the success of
the Republican Party. The sons of men who had fought for the Union
did not lightly attack even the name of the old party. But there was
nothing left but its name; its worst elements led it; many of the
better men who stayed in it kept silent. Probably even they realized
the nauseous hypocrisy of the situation when Mr. William Barnes of New
York came forward and implored that the country be saved, that our
liberty be saved, that the Constitution be saved!

For the destroyer, from whom the country was to be saved, was one of
the greatest and most honorable men of his time,--while it was later
established in court that it was no libel to say that Mr. Barnes was a
Boss and had used crooked methods.

The Progressives, soon called the Bull Moose Party, attracted the
usual group of reformers, and some cranks. Each new party does this.
Roosevelt had, many years before, spoken of the "lunatic fringe" which
clings to the skirts of every sincere reform.

"But the whole body," writes Mr. Thayer, "judged without
prejudice, probably contained the largest number of disinterested,
public-spirited, and devoted persons, who had ever met for a national
and political object since the group which formed the Republican Party
in 1854."

All the new measures which they proposed, although denounced by the
two old parties, were in use in other democratic countries; many of
them have since been adopted here. Roosevelt foresaw the radical wave
which was later to sweep over the country and was trying to make our
government more liberal, so as to meet the new spirit of things. The
more radical of Socialists always hated him as their worst enemy, for
they knew that his reasonable reforms would make it impossible for them
to succeed in their extreme proposals.

The jokes made about the new party were often most amusing and added a
great deal of interest to an exciting campaign. The Bull Moosers were
very much in earnest, and had a camp-meeting fervor, which laid them
open to a good deal of ridicule. But they could stand it, for they knew
that as between themselves and the Republicans, the last laugh would be
theirs. The Republicans had nominated Mr. Taft by means of delegates
from rock-ribbed Democratic States like Alabama, Florida and Georgia,
let them now see if they could elect him by such means!

One phase of the campaign was a shame and a disgrace. The Republican
newspapers joined in the use of abusive terms against Roosevelt, to
a degree which has never been paralleled, before nor since. They
described him as a monster, a foul traitor, another Benedict Arnold,
and for weeks used language about him for which the writers would be
overcome with shame if it were brought home to them now. This had its
natural result. Just as the speeches of Emma Goldman and others stirred
up the murderer of President McKinley to his act, so this reiteration
of abuse, this harping on the assertion that Roosevelt was the enemy
of the country, the destroyer of law and liberty, induced another
weak-minded creature to attempt murder.

A man named Schrank who said that he had been led on by what he read
in the papers, waited for Roosevelt outside a hotel in Milwaukee. This
was during the campaign and Roosevelt was leaving the hotel to make
a speech in a public hall. As he stood up in his automobile, Schrank
shot him in the chest. The bullet was partially checked by a thick
roll of paper--the notes for his speech--and by an eyeglasses case.
Nevertheless, with the bullet in him, only stopping to change his
blood-soaked shirt, he refused to quit. He went and made his speech,
standing on the platform and speaking for over an hour.

[Illustration: Copyright by Underwood and Underwood.

PRESIDENT AND MRS. ROOSEVELT WITH FIVE OF THEIR CHILDREN]

He thought of himself as a soldier fighting for a cause, and he would
no more leave because of a wound than he would have deserted his
fellow-hunter in Africa, when that charging lion came down on them.

For two weeks he had to keep out of the campaign, recovering from his
wound, first in a hospital and then at home. Governor Wilson, the
Democratic nominee, soon to be the President-Elect, generously offered
to cease his campaign speeches, but this offer was declined by Mr.
Roosevelt.

In the election, Mr. Wilson was the winner, with Mr. Roosevelt second.
The Progressive candidate beat the Republican, as it had been predicted
he would. Mr. Roosevelt received over half a million more votes than
Mr. Taft, and had eighty-eight electoral votes to eight for Mr. Taft.
The Bosses were punished for defying the will of the voters and a
useful lesson in politics was administered.

The testimony of Mr. Thayer is especially valuable, since he was a
supporter of Mr. Wilson in this election. He writes that since the
election showed that Roosevelt had been all the time the real choice of
the Republican Party "it was the Taft faction and not Roosevelt which
split the Republican Party in 1912."



CHAPTER XIV

THE EXPLORER


    I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
    Life to the lees. All times I have enjoy'd
    Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
    That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
    Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
    Vext the dim sea. I am become a name;
    For always roaming with a hungry heart
    Much have I seen and known,--cities of men
    And manners, climates, councils, governments,
    Myself not least, but honor'd of them all,--
    And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
    Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. ...
    How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
    To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
    As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
    Were all too little, and of one to me
    Little remains; but every hour is saved
    From that eternal silence, something more,
    A bringer of new things; and vile it were
    For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
    And this grey spirit yearning in desire
    To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
    Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

    Tennyson's _Ulysses_.

Mr. Roosevelt took his defeat without whimpering. When he was in a
fight he gave blows and expected to receive them. His enemies often hit
foul blows, and this his friends resented, especially when the attacks
actually provoked an attempt at murder. When his private character was
assailed he defended himself, promptly and successfully. But neither
he nor any of his friends asked that he should be sacred from all
criticism; nor feebly protested that he was above ordinary mortals, and
only to be mentioned with a sort of trembling reverence. He was too
much of a man to be kept wrapped in wool.

In 1913 he traveled through South American countries to speak before
learned bodies which had invited him to come before them. Afterwards,
with his son Kermit, some American naturalists, and Colonel Rondon, a
brave and distinguished Brazilian officer, he made a long trip through
the wilderness of Brazil, to hunt and explore. Some of the country
through which they traveled was little known to white men; some of it
absolutely unknown. They hunted and killed specimens of the jaguar,
tapir, peccary, and nearly all of the other strange South American
animals.

In February 1914, they set out upon an unknown stream called the River
of Doubt. They did not know whether the exploration of this river would
take them weeks or months; whether they might have to face starvation,
or savage tribes, or worse than either, disease. They surveyed the
river as they went, so as to be able to map its course, and add to
geographical knowledge. Strange birds haunted the river, and vicious
stinging insects annoyed the travelers. They constantly had to carry
the canoes around rapids or waterfalls, so that progress was slow. Some
of the canoes were damaged and others had to be built. Large birds,
like the curassow, and also monkeys, were shot for food. The pest
of stinging insects grew constantly worse,--bees, mosquitoes, large
blood-sucking flies and enormous ants tormented them. The flies were
called piums and borashudas. Some of them bit like scorpions.

Kermit Roosevelt's canoe was caught in the rapids, smashed and sunk,
and one of the men drowned. Once they saw signs of some unknown tribe
of Indians, when, one of the dogs belonging to the party was killed in
the forest, almost within sight of Colonel Rondon, and found with two
arrows in his body. The river was dangerous for bathing, because of a
peculiar fish--the piranha--a savage little beast which attacks men
and animals with its razor-like teeth, inflicts fearful wounds and may
even kill any unfortunate creature which is caught by a school in deep
water. Some members of the party were badly bitten by the piranhas.

As their long and difficult course down the river continued, and as
their hardships increased, one of the native helpers murdered another
native--a sergeant--and fled. Roosevelt, while in the water helping to
right an upset canoe, bruised his leg against a boulder. Inflammation
set in, as it usually does with wounds in the tropics. For forty-eight
days they saw no human being outside their own party. They were all
weak with fever and troubled with wounds received in the river. Colonel
Roosevelt (who was nearly fifty-six years old) wrote of his own
condition:

  The after effects of the fever still hung on; and the leg which had
  been hurt while working in the rapids with the sunken canoe had taken
  a turn for the bad and developed an abscess. The good doctor, to
  whose unwearied care and kindness I owe much, had cut it open and
  inserted a drainage tube; an added charm being given the operation,
  and the subsequent dressings, by the enthusiasm with which the piums
  and boroshudas took part therein. I could hardly hobble, and was
  pretty well laid up. "But there aren't no 'stop conductor,' while a
  battery's changing ground." No man has any business to go on such
  a trip as ours unless he will refuse to jeopardize the welfare of
  his associates by any delay caused by a weakness or ailment of his.
  It is his duty to go forward, if necessary on all fours, until he
  drops. Fortunately, I was put to no such test. I remained in good
  shape until we had passed the last of the rapids of the chasms. When
  my serious trouble came we had only canoe-riding ahead of us. It
  is not ideal for a sick man to spend the hottest hours of the day
  stretched on the boxes in the bottom of a small open dugout, under
  the well-nigh intolerable heat of the torrid sun of the mid-tropics,
  varied by blinding, drenching downpours of rain, but I could not be
  sufficiently grateful for the chance. Kermit and Cherrie took care of
  me as if they had been trained nurses; and Colonel Rondon and Lyra
  were no less thoughtful.[21]

[21] "Through the Brazilian Wilderness," p. 319.

It is known that his illness was more serious, and his conduct much
more unselfish than he told in his book. When he could not be moved, he
asked the others to go forward for their own safety and leave him. They
refused, naturally, and he secretly resolved to shoot himself if his
condition did not soon improve, rather than be a drag on the party. In
his report to the Brazilian Government, which had made the expedition
possible by its aid, Mr. Roosevelt was able to say:

"We have put on the map a river about 1500 kilometers in length running
from just south of the 13th degree to north of the 5th degree and the
biggest affluent of the Madeira. Until now its upper course has been
utterly unknown to every one, and its lower course, although known for
years to the rubber men, utterly unknown to cartographers."

The Brazilian Government renamed the river in his honor, first the Rio
Roosevelt, later the Rio Teodoro. Branches of it were named in honor of
other members of the party, the Rio Kermit and the Rio Cherrie,--the
latter for the American naturalist, Mr. George K. Cherrie.



CHAPTER XV

THE MAN


What did Theodore Roosevelt do during his life that raised him above
other men? What were his achievements? Why are memorials and monuments
raised in his honor, books written about him? Why do people visit his
grave, and care to preserve the house where he was born?

First, because he helped the cause of better government all his life,
as, while in college, he said that he was going to do.

Second, because he had a good influence on politics, upon business, and
upon American life generally. Dishonest and shady dealings which were
common when he left college, became very much less common as a result
of his work. No other American did as much as he for this improvement.

Third, because he practiced the "square deal." It did not matter to
him if the evil-doer was rich or poor,--Roosevelt was his enemy. The
criminal who had many friends in Wall Street was a criminal still
in his eyes; and the rascal who had friends in labor unions was
nevertheless a rascal to him. He would not denounce one and go easy
with the other. Poisoning people with bad meat was no less a crime to
him because it was said to be done in the interests of "business";
blowing up people with bombs was not to be considered any less than
murder because some one said it was done to help "labor."

Next, he practiced what he preached. When the great time came, he was
ready "to pay with his body for his soul's desire."

While President, he proved by his conduct of our relations with foreign
countries, that it is possible both to keep peace and to keep our self
respect, and that this can be done only by firmness and courage.

He maintained our national defenses at the highest possible level,
scorning to risk his fellow-countrymen's lives and fortunes through
neglect of the Army and Navy.

By his wisdom, promptness and moral courage in an emergency he made the
Panama Canal possible.

He led in a great fight for liberal politics, trying to put the ruling
power of the nation once more in the hands of its citizens, and showing
by his action that his country was dearer to him than any political
party.

Finally, in the very last years of his life, and in a time of dreadful
national trial, his great voice became the true voice of America to
lead his countrymen out of a quagmire of doubt and disloyalty.

You may have heard it said that he was conceited, arrogant,
head-strong. What did the men nearest him think? John Hay, the polished
diplomat, who had been private secretary to Abraham Lincoln, wrote
about Roosevelt in his diary. November 28, 1904:

  I read the President's message in the afternoon.... Made several
  suggestions as to changes and omissions. The President came in just
  as I had finished and we went over the matter together. He accepted
  my ideas with that singular amiability and open-mindedness which
  form so striking a contrast with the general idea of his brusque and
  arbitrary character.

You may have heard it said that he acted hastily, went ahead on
snap-judgments. On this subject, Mr. Hay wrote:

  Roosevelt is prompt and energetic, but he takes infinite pains to
  get at the facts before he acts. In all the crises in which he has
  been accused of undue haste, his action has been the result of long
  meditation and well-reasoned conviction. If he thinks rapidly, that
  is no fault; he thinks thoroughly, and that is the essential.

He was never a humbug. He did not deny that he enjoyed being President.
He never let his friends point to him, while he was in the White House,
as a martyr. He had a good time wherever he was. As he wrote:

  I remember once sitting at a table with six or eight other public
  officials, and each was explaining how he regarded being in public
  life--how only the sternest sense of duty prevented him from
  resigning his office, and how the strain of working for a thankless
  constituency was telling upon him--and that nothing but the fact that
  he felt that he ought to sacrifice his comfort to the welfare of his
  country kept him in the arduous life of statesmanship. It went round
  the table until it came to my turn. This was during my first term of
  office as President of the United States. I said: "Now, gentlemen, I
  do not wish there to be any misunderstanding. I like my job, and I
  want to keep it for four years more."[22]

[22] Abbott, p. 100.

As for the question whether he acted from personal ambition, or from
devotion to the cause he represented, the following incident is as
strong a piece of evidence as we have about any of our public men. It
is related by Mr. Travers Carman, of the _Outlook_, who accompanied
Colonel Roosevelt to the Republican convention in 1912.

Roosevelt, on the evening of this conference in the Congress Hotel,
lacked only twenty-eight votes to secure the nomination for President.
Mr. Carman was in the room, when a delegate entered, in suppressed
excitement, announcing that he represented thirty-two Southern
delegates who would pledge themselves to vote for the Colonel, if
they could be permitted to vote with the "regular" Republicans on all
matters of party organization, upon the platform, and so on. Here
were thirty-two votes,--four more than were needed to give him the
nomination.

  Without a moment's hesitation and in the death-like silence of that
  room the Colonel's answer rang out, clearly and distinctly: "Thank
  the delegates you represent, but tell them that I cannot permit
  them to vote for me unless they vote for all progressive principles
  for which I have fought, for which the Progressive element in the
  Republican party stands, and by which I stand or fall." Strong men
  broke down under the stress of that night. Life-long friends of Mr.
  Roosevelt endeavored to persuade him to reconsider his decision.
  After listening patiently he turned to two who had been urging him
  to accept the offer of the Southern delegates, placed a hand on
  the shoulder of each, and said: "I have grown to regard you both
  as brothers; let no act or word of yours make that relationship
  impossible."[23]

[23] Abbott, p. 85.

Two important law-suits occupied some of Roosevelt's time after the
Progressive campaign. One of the favorite slanders about Roosevelt,
repeated mostly by word of mouth, was that he drank to excess or was an
habitual drunkard. At last it began to be repeated in print; a Michigan
newspaper printed it, coupled with other falsehoods concerning his use
of profane language. Few public men would have cared to bring suit,
because the plaintiff must stand a cross-examination. But Roosevelt was
careful of his good name; he did not intend that persons should be able
to repeat slander about him, except in deliberate bad faith.

He and his lawyers went to the trial, bringing with them dozens of
witnesses, life-long friends, hunting companions, reporters who had
accompanied him on political campaigns, fellow-soldiers, Cabinet
officers, physicians, officers of the Army and Navy. These witnesses
testified for a week to his temperate habits, agreeing absolutely in
their testimony. The doctors pointed out that only a temperate man
could have recovered so quickly from his wound. It was established that
he never drank anything stronger than wine, except as a medicine; that
he drank very little wine, and never got drunk.

At the end, the newspaper editor withdrew his statement, apologized,
was found guilty and fined only nominal charges. Mr. Roosevelt was not
after this small creature's money, but was only bent on clearing his
reputation. So it was at his request that the fine was fixed at six
cents.

Mr. William Barnes, the Albany politician, sued Mr. Roosevelt for
libel, because Roosevelt had called him a Boss, and said that he used
crooked methods. This had been said in a political campaign. The
Republicans were looking for some chance to destroy Roosevelt, and Mr.
Barnes, aided by an able Republican lawyer, thought that they would be
doing a great service if they could besmirch Mr. Roosevelt in some way.

So they worked their hardest and best, cross-examined him for days and
searched every incident of his political life. At the end they joined
that large band of disappointed men who tried to destroy Roosevelt
or catch him in something disreputable. For the jury decided in Mr.
Roosevelt's favor, indicating that he had uttered no untruth when he
made his remarks about Mr. Barnes.

As a writer, Mr. Roosevelt would have made a name for himself, if he
had done nothing else. The success of his books is not due to the high
offices which he held, for his best writings had nothing to do with
politics. As a writer on politics he was forceful and clear. There was
no doubt as to the meaning of his state papers; they never had to be
explained nor "interpreted." They were not designed to mean any one of
two or three things, according to later circumstances. Strength and
directness were the characteristics. When writing about the by-ways
of politics his enjoyment of the ridiculous made his work especially
readable. When he felt deeply about any great issue, as in his last
years, about the Great War, and our part in it, his indignation found
its way into his pages, which became touched with the fire of genuine
eloquence.

He wrote about books and animals, and about outdoor life, as no
President has ever done. His remarks upon literature are those of a
great book-lover, sensible, well-informed and free from pose.

Every one should read his "Autobiography," his "Hero Tales from
American History" which he wrote in company with Senator Lodge, and
his "Letters to His Children." His early accounts of hunting in the
West make good reading, but in his book about his African hunt, and in
the one on the South American trip, he probably reached his highest
level as a writer. If any American has written better books of travel
than these, more continuously interesting, fuller of pleasing detail
about the little incidents, the birds and tiny animals which he
encountered, and at the same time with a stricter regard for accuracy
of observation, I do not know where they are to be found.

[Illustration: Courtesy of Charles Scribner's Sons and Lord Lee of
Fareham.

From a painting by P. Lazzlo.

PRESIDENT THEODORE ROOSEVELT]

This man of politics had a true poetic feeling for the countries he
visited; time and again he moves his readers in describing the wonders
of the great waste places, the melancholy deserts and wildernesses, the
deadly fascination of the jungle, and the awful glory of the tropic
dawns and sunsets. When something awakened his imagination he could
write passages full of the magic of poetry. Witness this, it is not
a description of scenery, but a vision of the true historian of the
future:

  The true historian will bring the past before our eyes as if it were
  the present. He will make us see as living men the hard-faced archers
  of Agincourt, and the war-worn spear-men who followed Alexander down
  beyond the rim of the known world. We shall hear grate on the coast
  of Britain the keels of the Low-Dutch sea-thieves whose children's
  children were to inherit unknown continents.... Beyond the dim
  centuries we shall see the banners float above armed hosts.... Dead
  poets shall sing to us of the deeds of men of might and the love
  and beauty of women. We shall see the dancing girls of Memphis. The
  scent of the flowers in the hanging gardens of Babylon will be heavy
  to our senses. We shall sit at feast with the kings of Nineveh when
  they drink from ivory and gold.... For us the war-horns of King Olaf
  shall wail across the flood, and the harps sound high at festivals
  in forgotten halls. The frowning strongholds of the barons of old
  shall rise before us, and the white palace-castles from whose windows
  Syrian princes once looked across the blue Ægean.... We shall see
  the terrible horsemen of Timur the Lame ride over the roof of the
  world; we shall hear the drums beat as the armies of Gustavus and
  Frederick and Napoleon drive forward to victory.[24]

[24] "History as Literature," p. 32, et seq.

Here is one of Mr. Roosevelt's anecdotes of an incident in the White
House. It shows why the people were interested in that house while he
lived in it:

  "No guests were ever more welcome at the White House than these
  old friends of the cattle ranches and the cow camps--the men with
  whom I had ridden the long circle and eaten at the tail-board of
  a chuck-wagon--whenever they turned up at Washington during my
  Presidency. I remember one of them who appeared at Washington one
  day just before lunch, a huge powerful man, who, when I knew him,
  had been distinctly a fighting character. It happened that on that
  day another old friend, the British Ambassador, Mr. Bryce, was
  among those coming to lunch. Just before we went in I turned to my
  cow-puncher friend and said to him with great solemnity, 'Remember,
  Jim, that if you shot at the feet of the British Ambassador to make
  him dance, it would be likely to cause international complications';
  to which Jim responded with unaffected horror, 'Why, Colonel, I
  shouldn't think of it! I shouldn't think of it!'"[25]

[25] "Autobiography," p. 132.

And here is one about his children:

  "The small boy was convalescing, and was engaged in playing on the
  floor with some tin ships, together with two or three pasteboard
  monitors and rams of my own manufacture. He was giving a vivid
  rendering of Farragut at Mobile Bay, from memories of how I had told
  the story. My pasteboard rams were fascinating--if a naval architect
  may be allowed to praise his own work--and as property they were
  equally divided between the little girl and the small boy. The little
  girl looked on with alert suspicion from the bed, for she was not yet
  convalescent enough to be allowed down on the floor. The small boy
  was busily reciting the phases of the fight, which now approached its
  climax, and the little girl evidently suspected that her monitor was
  destined to play the part of victim.

  "Little boy. 'And then they steamed bang into the monitor.'

  "Little girl. 'Brother, don't you sink my monitor!'

  "Little boy (without heeding and hurrying toward the climax). 'And
  the torpedo went at the monitor!'

  "Little girl. 'My monitor is not to sink!'

  "Little boy, dramatically; 'And bang the monitor sank!'

  "Little girl. 'It didn't do any such thing. My monitor always goes to
  bed at seven, and it's now quarter past. My monitor was in bed and
  couldn't sink!'"[26]

[26] "Autobiography," p. 367.



CHAPTER XVI

THE GREAT AMERICAN


    Death closes all; but something ere the end,
    Some work of noble note, may yet be done....
    Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
    We are not now that strength which in old days
    Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,--
    One equal temper of heroic hearts,
    Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
    To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield.

    Tennyson's _Ulysses_.


Not many months after Roosevelt came back from South America, the Great
War in Europe broke out. It is but dreaming now to surmise what might
have been done in those fearful days of July 1914, when the German
hordes were gathering for their attack upon the world. Once before,
and singlehanded, this country had made the German Kaiser halt. Had
there been resolution in the White House in 1914, could all the neutral
nations have been rallied at our side, and could we have spoken in
tones so decisive to the Hun that he would have drawn back even then,
have left Belgium unravaged, and spared the world the misery of the
next four years? It may be so; Germany did not expect to have to take
on England as an enemy. If she had been told, _so that there was no
mistaking our meaning_, that she would have us against her as well,
then it might have been her part to hesitate, and finally put back her
sword.

Roosevelt supported the President at first, in his policy of
neutrality, supposing him to have some special information. He
supported him with hesitation, and with qualifications however,
pointing out that neutrality is no proud position, and has many
disadvantages. Perhaps he had some inklings of the danger to the
country when our foreign affairs are managed by pacifists. Certainly
America had noticed the grim fact that a Government which forever
talked about peace had in actual practice, shed more blood in a few
hours at Vera Cruz than had been spilled in all the seven years while
Roosevelt was President. Moreover, this blood was shed uselessly; no
object whatever having been gained by it.

It is impossible to understand Roosevelt; it is impossible to get any
idea of what he did during his term of office; it is impossible to
learn anything from his career, unless we contrast him and his beliefs
and actions with the conduct of our Government during the Great War.
An object lesson of the most illuminating sort is afforded by this
contrast, and we may make up our minds about the wisest paths to be
followed in the future if we notice what Roosevelt said and did at this
time, how far and how wisely his counsel was accepted or rejected.

He disapproved, for instance, President Wilson's speech, made a day or
two after the sinking of the _Lusitania_ in which the President spoke
of a nation being "too proud to fight." Roosevelt said that a nation
which announced itself as too proud to fight was usually about proud
enough to be kicked; and it must be admitted that the Germans took
that view of it, and for a year and more continued to kick. He did not
deem it wise, when President Wilson informed the Germans, ten days
later, that we remembered the "humane attitude" of their Government
"in matters of international right," for he happened to recall that
Belgium was at that moment red with the blood of its citizens, slain
by the Germans in a sort of warfare that combined highway robbery with
revolting murder. Neither did it seem useful to him to speak about
German influence as always "upon the side of justice and humanity."

Mr. Roosevelt had always been strong for having the nation ready
for war if war should come. Mr. Wilson first said that persons who
believed this were nervous and excited. Next he joined these persons
himself, so far as words went, and finally he let the matter drop until
we were at war. Mr. Roosevelt believed that when you once were at war
it was a crime to "hit softly." Mr. Wilson waited until we had been
at war a year and over, and then announced in a speech that he was
determined to use force!

Mr. Roosevelt wrote regularly for _The Outlook_, later for the
_Metropolitan Magazine_ and the _Kansas City Star_. Thousands of his
countrymen read his articles, and found in them the only expression of
the American spirit which was being uttered. Americans were puzzled,
troubled and finally humiliated by the letters and speeches which
came from Washington. To be told that in this struggle between the
blood-guilty Hun, and the civilized nations of the earth, that we must
keep even our minds impartial seemed an impossible command. School-boys
throughout the country must have wondered why President Wilson, with
every means for getting information, should have to confess that he did
not know what the war was about! And when Mr. Wilson declared in favor
of a peace without victory, his friends and admirers were kept busy
explaining, some of them, that he meant without victory for the Allies,
and others that he meant without victory for Germany, and still others
that he meant without victory for anybody in particular.

It was not strange that Americans began to wonder what country they
were living in, and whether they had been mistaken in thinking that
America had a heroic history, in which its citizens took pride.
No wonder they turned their eyes to Europe, where scores of young
Americans, sickening at the state of things at home, had eagerly
volunteered to fight with France or England against the Hun. One of
these, named Alan Seeger, who wrote the fine poem "I have a Rendezvous
with Death," died in battle on our Independence Day. He also wrote a
poem called "A Message to America."[27] In it he said that America had
once a leader:

[27] Seeger. Poems, pp. 164, 165.

                        ... the man
    Most fit to be called American.

In it he spoke further of the same leader

    I have been too long from my country's shores
    To reckon what state of mind is yours,
    But as for myself I know right well
    I would go through fire and shot and shell
    And face new perils and make my bed
    In new privations, if _Roosevelt_ led.

One did not have to be long with the men who volunteered at the
beginning of the war to know that Roosevelt's spirit led these men,
and that they looked to him and trusted him as the great American. The
country's honor was safe in his hands, and no mawkish nor cowardly
words ever came from his lips.

He pointed out the folly of the pacifist type of public men, like Mr.
Bryan and Mr. Ford. The latter, helpless as a butterfly in those iron
years, led his quarreling group of pilgrims to Europe, on his "Peace
Ship," and then left them to their incessant fights with each other.
The American public was quick to see the contrast, when war came,
and Roosevelt's four sons and son-in-law all volunteered, while Mr.
Ford's son took advantage of some law and avoided military duty, in
order to add more millions to his already enormous heap. The lesson
of Roosevelt's teaching and example was not lost, and the people
recognized that the country would endure while it had men like the
Roosevelts, but that it would go down in infamy if the other sort
became numerous.

In the election of 1916 Mr. Roosevelt, after refusing the Progressive
nomination, supported Mr. Hughes, the Republican, against President
Wilson. He tried hard to get Mr. Hughes to come out with some utterance
which would put him plainly on record against the Germans and
Pro-Germans who were filling America with their poisonous schemes. For
we continued to entertain German diplomats and agents (paymasters, as
they were, of murderers and plotters of arson) and to run on Germany's
errands in various countries. The cry "He kept us out of war" was
effectively used to reelect Mr. Wilson, although members of the
Government must have been thoroughly well aware that war was coming and
coming soon.

It had long been Mr. Roosevelt's hope that if war came he might be
allowed to raise a division, as he had once helped to raise a regiment,
and take them, after suitable training, to the front. He knew where he
could put his hands on the men, regular army officers, ex-volunteers
and Rough Riders of the Spanish War, and other men of experience, who
in turn could find other men, who could be made into soldiers, for they
knew the important parts of a soldier's work, and could be trained
quickly.

But the War Department and the President would have none of Mr.
Roosevelt's services. The President replied that the high officers of
the Army advised him against it, which was undoubtedly true. It is
also extremely likely that the high officers of the Democratic Party
would advise against letting Mr. Roosevelt serve his country, as they
still feared him, and still vainly hoped that they could lessen his
influence with the American people. Unlike President Lincoln, who would
gladly accept the services of any man who could serve the country,
Mr. Wilson could work only with men who were personally pleasing,
who thought as he did on all subjects. The officer of the Army best
known to European soldiers, and the one who trained one of the best
divisions, was Roosevelt's old commander, General Leonard Wood. But
he, like a statesman, had been advising preparedness for years, and he
was therefore displeasing to the politicians who only began to prepare
after war was declared. America and the Allies did not have the benefit
of this distinguished officer's services in France.

Against the slothfulness of the Government in these years, Roosevelt
voiced the true opinion of America. He did not merely criticize, for
he offered his own services, and when he disapproved of what was being
done, he pointed out what might be done by way of improvement. In spite
of much condemnation of his course, his suggestions were nearly all
adopted--six months or a year later. His offer to raise a division
showed how many men were eager to fight, and spurred the Government
into action.

The Germans and their friends in this country, the peace-at-any-price
folk who defended or apologized for the worst crimes of the Germans,
and all the band of disloyal persons who think that patriotism is
something to be sneered at,--all these hated Roosevelt with a deadly
hatred. It was not a proud distinction to be numbered with these, and
all who joined with them have made haste to forget the fact.

In his own family, his eldest son, Theodore Roosevelt, Jr., became
first a Major and later a Lieutenant-Colonel of Infantry; Kermit and
Archibald were both Captains; and Quentin was a Lieutenant in the
Aviation force. His son-in-law, Dr. Richard Derby, was a Major in the
Medical Corps. All of them sought active service, made every effort to
get to the front, and succeeded. Two of them were wounded, and Quentin
was killed in a battle in the air.

The death of his youngest son was a terrible blow to him, but he would
not wince. His son had been true to his teaching; he had dared the high
fortune of battle.

"You cannot bring up boys to be eagles," said he, "and expect them to
act like sparrows!"

Some distinguished Japanese visitors calling on Mr. Roosevelt at this
time came away deeply affected. To them he recalled the Samurai, with
their noble traditions of utter self-sacrifice.

Throughout his life, but now as never before, he told his
countrymen, there was no place in America for a divided loyalty. No
German-Americans, nor Irish-Americans, nor Scotch-Americans. He would
have no man try to split even, and be a "50-50 American."

Shortly after war had ended, he sent this message to a patriotic
meeting:

  There must be no sagging back in the fight for Americanism merely
  because the war is over. Any man who says he is an American, but
  something else also, isn't an American at all. We have room for but
  one flag, the American flag, and this excludes the red flag, which
  symbolizes all wars against liberty and civilization, just as much
  as it excludes any foreign flag of a nation to which we are hostile.
  We have room for but one language here, and that is the English
  language, for we intended to see that the crucible turns our people
  out as Americans, of American nationality, and not as dwellers in a
  polyglot boarding-house; and we have room for but one soul loyalty,
  and that is loyalty to the American people.[28]

[28] Hagedorn, p. 384.

It was practically his last word to the country he had loved and served
so well. That was on January 5, 1919.

Years before, when he and his children had played together, he had told
them a story about lions. Some of the boys had been called the lion
cubs, and henceforth their father was to them "The Old Lion."

On the sixth of January, one of his sons, who was at home recovering
from his wounds, sent a message to his brothers in France:

    The Old Lion is dead.

He was buried in a small cemetery near his Long Island home. A
plain grave-stone marks the place. To his grave have come a King
and a Prince and other men of great name from Europe, to lay
wreaths there, as they put them on the tombs of Washington and
Lincoln. But what would have pleased him even more is that every
Sunday and holiday thousands of men, women and children who knew
him, thousands who loved him, although they never saw him, men who
fought at his side, and men who fought against him, go out to
stand for a moment at his grave, because they know him now as a
wise, brave, and patriotic American.


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