was exactly like every normal child. There was not a dull page from table of contents to index in the whole of life's sweet-scented manuscript. All arts, all sciences, all religions, all philosophies, all histories, all customs of life "intrigued" him.
He modeled in clay, he painted in water colors, he composed unrecorded melodies, he participated in the folk dancing called "London Bridge is Falling Down"; he was an "out-of-door naturalist" and explorer of rivers, caves, and valleys; he was a collector and classifier of stamps, minerals, coins, curiosities from the Holy Land, insects, flowers, birds' eggs; he shuddered under the knife of Aztec sacrifice, he learned from the Koran that Paradise is under the shadow of the sword, he wrote to his grandfather for a copy of the Hebrew alphabet that he might study the Decalogue in God's own tongue, he dipped into "The Light of Asia," he studied idolatry in the old Chinese quarter, he was interested in Jesus; he was knocked down by experimenting with the current in a trol-
