My first son, named for him, should now be twenty-two.

The old home in Santa Fe was as my own.

The truly wonderful little woman he found in Peru for mate--who shared his hardships among the cannibals of the Amazonas and elsewhere, and so aided and still carries on his work--I met in her maiden home, and am glad I may still call her friend.
Naturally, among my dearest memories of our trampings together is that of the Rito, the Tyuonyi.

It had never in any way been pictured before.
We were the first students that ever explored it.

He had discovered it, and was writing "The Delight Makers." What days those were! The weather was no friend of ours, nor of the camera's.