Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 160, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 July 1917 — The Man Without A Country [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

The Man Without A Country

by Edward Everett Hale

FOURTH INSTALLMENT. So Philip Nolan had his wish fulfilled. Poor fellow, he repented of his folly, and then, like a man, submitted to the fate he had asked for. He never intentionally added to the difficulty or delicacy of the charge of those who had'him in hold. Accidents woul<T happen; but they never happened from his fault. Lieutenant Truxton told me that when Texas was annexed, there was a careful discussion among the officers, whether they should get hold of Nolan’s handsome set of maps, and cut Texas out of it, from the map of the world and the map of Mexico. The United States had been cut out when the atlas was bought for him. But it was voted rightly enough, that to do this would be virtually to . reveal to hihi what had happened, or, as Harry Cole said, to make him think Old Burr had succeeded. So it was from no fault of Nolan’s that a great botch happened at my own table, when, for a short time, I was in command of the George Washington corvette, on the South American station. We were lying in the La Plata, and some of the officers, who had been on shore, and had just joined again, were entertaining us with accounts of their misadventures in riding the half-wild horses of Buenos Aires. Nolan was at table, and was in an unusually bright and talkative mood. Some story of a tumble reminded him of an adventure of his own, when he was catching wild horses in Texas with his brother Stephen, at a time when he must have been quite a boy. He told the story with a good deal of spirit—so much so. ttyat the silence which often follows a good #tory hung over the table for an instant, to be broken b.y Nolan himself. For he asked, perfectly unconsciously, “Pray, what has become of Texas? After the Mexicans got their independence, I thought that province of Texas would come forward very fast. It is really one of the finest regions on earth; it Is the Italy of this continent. But I have not seen or heard a word of Texas for near twenty years.” There were two Texan officers at the table. The reason be had never heard of Texas was that Texas and her affair® had been painfully out of his newspapers since Austin began his settlements; so that, while he read of Honduras and Tamaulipas, and, till quite lately, of California, this virgin province, In which his brother had traveled so far and, I believe, had died, had ceased to be with him. Walters and Williams, the two Texas men, looked grimly at each mother, and tried not to laugh. Edward Morris had his attention attracted by the third link in the chain of the captain’s chandelier. Watrous was seized with a convulsion of sneezing. Nolan himself saw thgt something was to pay, he did not know what. And L as master of the feast, had to say: “Texas is out of the map, Mr. Nolan. Have you seen Captain Back’s curious account of Sir Thomas Roe’s Welcomed? i After that cruise I never saw Nolan again. I. wrote to him 6t least twice a year, for in that voyage we became even confidentially intimate? but he never wrote to me. The other men tell me that in those fifteen years he aged very fast, as well he might Indeed, but that he was still the same gentle, uncomplaining, silent sufferer that he ever was, bearing as best he could his self-appointed punishment, rather ifess social, perhaps, with new men whom he did not know, but more anxious, apparently, than ever to serve and befriend and teach the boys, some of whom fairly seemed to worship him. And now it seems the dear old fellow is dead. He has found a home at last, and a country. Since writing this, and while considering whether or no I would print it, as a warning to the young of today of what it Is to throw away a country, I have received from Danforth,' who is on board the Levant, a letter which gives an account of Nolan’s last hours. To understand the first words of the letter, the nonprofessional reader should remember that after 1817 the position of every officer who had Nolan in charge was one of the greatest delicacy. The government bad failed to renew the order of 1807 regarding him. What was a man to do? Should he let him. go? What, then, if he were called to account by the department for violating the order of 1807? Should he keep him? What, then, if Nolan should be liberated some day, and shquldf bring an action for false Imprisonment or kidnaping against every man who had had him in charge? I urged and pressed this upon Southard, and I have reason to think that other officers did the same thing. But the secretary always said, as they so often do at Washington, that there were no special orders to give, and that we must act on our-own judgment That means, “If you succeed, you will be sustained; if you fail, you will be disavowed.*’ Well, as Danforth Buys, all that Is over now, though I do not know but I expose myself to a criminal prosecution on .the evidence of the very revelation I am making. Hera is the letter:

“Levant, 2° 2' S. @ 131° W. “Dear Fred —I try to find heart and life to tell you that it Is all over with dear old Nolan. I have been with him on this voyage more than I ever was, and I can understand wholly-now the way in which you used to speak of the dear old fellow. I could see that he was not strong, but I had no idea that the end was so near. The doctor had been watching him very carefully, and yesterday morning came to me and told me that Nolan was not so well, and had not left his stateroom —a thing 3 never remember-before. He had let the doctor come and see him as he lay there, the first time the doctor had been in the stateroom, and he said he should like to see me. Oh, dear I do you remember the mysteries we boys used to invent about his room, in the old Intrepid days? Well, I went In, and there, to be sure, the poor fellow lay in his berth, smiling pleasantly as he gave me his hand, but looking very frail. I could not help a glance round, which showed me what a little shrine he had made of the box he was lylng in. The stars and stripes were triced up above and around a picture of Washington, and he had painted a majestic eagle, with lightnings blazing from his beak and his foot just clasping the whole globe, which his wings overshadowed. The dear old boy saw my glance, and said, with a sad smile, ‘Here, you see, I have a country!’ And then he pointed to the foot of his bed, where I had not seen before a great map of the United States, as he had drawn it from memory, and which he had there to look upon as he lay. Quaint, queer old names were on it, in large letters: ‘lndiana Territory,’ ‘Mississippi Territory,’ and ‘Louisiana,’ as I supposed our fathers learned such things; but the old fellow had patched in Texas, too; he had carried his western boundary all the way to the Pacific, but on that shore he had defined nothing. “‘Oh, Danforth,’ he said, ‘I know I am dying. I cannot get home. Surely you will tell me something now? Stop! stop! Do not speak till I say what I am sure you know, that there

is not in this ship, that there is not in America —God bless her! —a more loyal man than I. There cannot be a man who loves the old flag as I do, or prays for it as I do, or hopes for it as I do. There are thirty-four stars in It now, Danforth. I thank God for that, though I do not know what their names are. There has never been one taken away; I thank God for ttot I know by that, that there has never been any successful Burr. Oh,„ Danforth, Danforth,’ he sighed out, ‘how like a wretched night’s dream a boy’s idea of personal fame or of separate sovereignty seems,« when one looks back on it after such a life as mine! But tell me—tell me something—tell me everything, Danforth, before I die I’ “Ingham, I swear to you that I felt like a monster that I had not told“him everything before. Danger or no danger, delicacy or no delicacy, who was I thpt I §hould have beeh acting the tyrant all this time over this dear, sainted old man, who had years ago expiated, in his whole manhood’s life, the madness of a boy’s treason? ‘Mr. Nolan,’ said I ‘I will tell you everything you ask about. Only, where shall I begin?’ “Oh, the blessed smile that crept over his white face ! and he pressed my hand and said, ‘God bless you! Tell me their names,’ he said, and he pointed to the stars on the flag. ‘The last I know is Ohio. My father lived In Kentucky. But I have guessed Michigan and Indiana and Mississippi—that was where Fort Adams is-sthey make twenty. But where are your other fourteen? You hav» not cut up any of the old ones, I hope?’ > “Well, that was not a bad text, and I told him the names, la as good order as I could, and he bade me take down his beautiful map and draw them In as I best could with my pencil. He was wild with delight about Texas, told me how his brother died there; he had marked a gold cross where he supposed his brother’s grave was; and he bad guessed at Texas. Then he

was delighted as he saw California and Oregon—that, he said, he had suspected partly, because he had never been permitted to land on that shore, though the ships were there so much. ‘And the men,’ said he, laughing, ‘brought off a good deal besides furs.’ Then he Went back —heavens, how far —to ask about the Chesapeake, and what was done to Barron for surrendering her to the Leopard, and whether Burr ever tried again, and he ground his teeth with the only passion he showed. But in a moment that was over, and he said, ‘God forgive me, for I am sure I forgive him.’ Then he asked about the old war —told me the true story of his serving the gun the day we took the Java —asked about dear old David Porter, as he called him. Then he settled down more quietly, and very happily, to hear me tell In an hour the history of fifty years. ~~ “How I wished it had been somebody who knew somqjhlng! But I did as well as I could. I told him of the English war. I told him about Fulton and the steamboat beginning. I told him about old Scott and Jackson; told him all I could think about the Mississippi, and New Orleans, and Texas, and his own old Kentucky. And do you know he asked who was in command of the ‘Legion of the West?’ I told him it was a very gallant officer named Grant, and that by our last news, he was about to establish his headquarters at Vicksburg. Then, ‘Where was Vicksburg?’ I worked that out on the map; it was about a hundred miles, more or less, above his old Fort Adams; and I thought Fort Adams must be a ruin now. ‘lt must be at old Vick’s plantation,’ said he; ‘well, that is a changed “I tell you, Ingham, it was a hard thing to condense the history of half a century into that talk with a sick man. And I do not know what I told him —of emigration, and the means of it —of steamboats and railroads and telegraphs—of inventions and books and literature —of the colleges and West Point and the Naval school—but with the queerest interruptions that ever you heard. You see it was Robinson Crusoe asking all the accumulated questions of fifty-six years. “I remember he asked, all of a sudden, who was president now; and when I told him, he asked if Old Abe was Gen. Benjamin Lincoln’s son. He said he met old General Lincoln, when he was quite a boy himself, at some Indian treaty. I said no, that Old Abe w y as a Kentuckian like himself, but I could not tell him of what family; he had worked up from the ranks. ‘Good for him!’ cried Nolan; ‘I am glad of that. As I have brooded and wondered, I have thought our danger was in keeping up those regular successions in the first families.’ Then I got talking about my visit to Washington. I told him of meeting the Oregon congressman, Harding; I told him about Smithsonian and the exploring expedition; I\told him about the Capitol—and the statues for the pediment and Crawford’s ‘Liberty’ and Greenough’s Washington: Ingham, I told him everything I could think of that would show the grandeur of his country and its prosperity. “And he drank it in, and enjoyed it as I cannot tell you. He grew more and more silent, yet I never thought he was tired or faint I gave him a glass of water, but he just wet his lips, and told me not to go away. Then, he asked me ta bring the Presbyterian ‘Book of Public Prayer,’ which lay there,, and said, with a smile, that it would open at the right place—and so it did. There was ids double red 'mark down the page; I knelt down and read, and he repeated with me, ‘For ourselves and our country, O gracious God, we .thank thee, that, notwithstanding our manifold transgressions of thy holy laws, thou hast continued to us thy marvelous kindness’— and so to the end of that thanksgiving. Then he turned to the end of the same book, and I read the words more familiar to me: ‘Most heartily we beseech thee with thy favor to behold and bless thy servant* the president of the United States, and all others in authority’—and the rest of the Episcopal collect. ‘Danforth,’ said he, ‘I have repeated those prayers night and morning, it is now fifty-five years.’ And ,then he said he would go to sleep. He bent me down over him and kissed me; and he said, ‘Look in my Bible, Danforth, when I am gone.’ And I went away. “But I had no thought It was the end. I thought he- was tired and would sleep. I knew he was happy, and I wanted him to be alone. “But in an hour, when the doctor went in gently, he found Nolan had breathed his life away with a smile. He had something pressed close to his lips. It was his father’s badge of the Order of Cincinnati. “We looked In his Bible, and there was a slip of paper, at the place where he had marked the text — “ "They desire a country, even a heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.’ “On this slip of paper he had written: “ “Bury me in the sea; it has been my home, and I love it. But will not someone set up a stone for my memory at Fort Adams or at Orleans, that my disgrace may not be more than I ought to bear? Say on it: In Metnory of PHILIP NOLAN Lieutenant -' in< the. Army of the United States. “ ‘He loved his country as no othfif man has loved her; but no man deserved less at her hands.’ ” (THE END.)

“Tell Me Their Names,” He Said.