Despite the fact that he was supposed to have been making his fortune in the Black Hills, he died thousands of dollars in debt. It was years before the hospital and doctor bills could be paid. Lincoln Borglum knew what details were still lacking on the almost finished figures on Rushmore. The Commission, with the concurrence of the Park Service, designated him to finish the work. Lincoln refused to make any changes or to carry the work any farther than indicated by his father’s models. Congress passed a resolution for Gutzon Borglum’s interment in a tomb to be carved in the rock at Mount Rushmore. But Gutzon, some time before his death, had extracted a promise from Lincoln that he should be buried among the flowers in California. His friends, led by Commander E. F. McDonald, Jr., decided with the family that his wishes should be carried out. So he was buried in a memorial court of honor with the inscription composed by his lifelong friend Rupert Hughes close by him: His birthplace was Idaho; California first taught him art, Then France who gave him fame; England welcomed him: America called him home. His genius for the exquisite as for the colossal Gave permanence on canvas, in bronze, In marble, to moods of beauty or passion, To figures of legend and history. Nations, cities, colleges paid him tribute. As patriot he stripped corruption bare. As Statesman he toiled for equality in the Rights of man. At last he carved a Mountain for a monument: He made the mountain Chant, “Remember! These giant Souls set America free and kept her free. Hold fast your sacred heritage, Americans! Remember! Remember!” So, for a time, there is a pause in the story of Gutzon Borglum. You may still rouse an argument about the art of mountain carving. Some relicts of the Stone Mountain Association are still convinced that he was angry-tempered and erratic and that nobody could get along with him. What they do not see is that all such things make no difference. The Four Faces of Rushmore stand looking into the sun. And Gutzon Borglum seems likely to live as long as any human man who ever trod this earth, except the four he helped make immortal. _INDEX_ _INDEX_ Abbot, Harry, 110 Adair, Forrest, 177, 183 Alderman, Edwin A., 151-152, 153 Altgeld, Governor John P., 126, 130-133 Anglin, Margaret, 272 Anthony, Susan B., 281 Arkright, Preston, 184, 223 Arnold, Reuben, 190 Art Students’ League, 74 Aycock Memorial, 154-156 Bad Lands, 279, 280 Baillie, Robert (“Bob”), 80, 168, 170 Baldwin, “Lucky,” 43 Baker, Newton D., 139, 144-145 Bannwort, Carl, 163-164 Barlow, Lester, 180, 210, 263 Barnard, George Gray, 71 Bates, Blanche, 273-274 Beecher, Henry Ward, 129 Bell, Marian, 79 Biddle, A. J. Drexel, 259, 261 Black Hills, 276-280 _et seq._ Blavatsky, Madame Elena, 37 Boland, John A., 290, 298, 304-305, 314 Borglum, Elizabeth Putnam, 42-43, 55-56