Burroughs, John, 1837-1921 -- Childhood and youth; Naturalists -- New York (State) -- Biography
Father always took a most lively interest in the few magazine articles I
wrote and though he would never "correct" a MS. he would tell why it was
good or bad, and if it was good it gave him the greatest pleasure. Once
when I wrote an article called "Making Hens Lay" and showed him the
cheque I received for it, he exclaimed, "_That_ is the way to make hens
lay!" Though he often said that if he wrote what the editors wanted him
to write, very soon they would not want what he did write, he replied to
my saying that Verdi's most popular opera was written to order, that a
similar request from an editor gave him a hint from which he wrote
one of his best essays. The controversy which Father started and which
President Roosevelt joined and in which he coined the phrase "nature
fakers" did Father much good in that it quickened his thoughts and
stimulated him in many ways. He received many abusive letters, which
only amused and entertained him, and in all it made a most interesting
episode. In one of his letters from Washington he wrote: "At the
Carnegie dinner I met Thompson Seton. He behaved finely and asked to sit
next me at dinner. He quite won my heart." That was March 31, 1903.
In checking up the statements made by the "nature fakers" Father's own
power of observation was much sharpened and he became more alert. And
receiving pay for articles that he wrote on the subject was an added
source of fun; it was like spoils captured from the enemy. I remember
well one day on the Champlain Canal we stopped at noon and Father said
hilariously: "We'll all go to the hotel for dinner. We won't bother
to cook dinner, we'll let the nature fakers pay for our dinner!" Like
everyone else he had his blind side, things he looked at without seeing,
things that had no interest or message for him. On March 1, 1908, he
wrote: "That slip in the _Outlook_ letter irritates me. But any one
can see it was a slip of the pen--nothing can drift to windward--things
drift to leeward. I see how they are laughing at me in the last number."
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