Always he was getting the worst of it.

But about the other fellows he told the whole truth with lightning flashes of wit and character building and admiration or contempt.

Until the invention of moving pictures the world had nothing in the least like his talk.

His eye had photographed, his mind had developed and prepared the slides, his words sent the light through them, and lo and behold, they were reproduced on the screen of your own mind, exact in drawing and color.

With the written word or the spoken word he was the greatest recorder and reporter of things that he had seen of any man, perhaps, that ever lived.