We shouldn't bring this into our pages if it hadn't been that Ware's talk in that connection interested Thatcher greatly.
And ordinarily Thatcher knew and cared less about Emerson than about the Vedic Hymns.

Allen was serenely happy to be smoking his pipe in the company of a man who had fought with Sheridan, heard Phillips speak, and talked to John Brown and Emerson.

When Ware had described his interview with the poet he was silent for a moment, then he refilled his pipe.
"It's odd," he continued, "but I've picked up copies of Emerson's books in queer places.

Not so strange either; it seems the natural thing to find loose pages of his essays stuck around in old logging-camps.

I did just that once, when I was following Thoreau's trail through the Maine woods.