Some one said to the President, “There is a fellow by the name of
Rowan will find Garcia for you, if anybody can.”

[Sidenote:  He delivered the message]

Rowan was sent for and was given a letter to be delivered to Garcia.  How “the fellow by the name of Rowan” took the letter, sealed it up in an oilskin pouch, strapped it over his heart, in four days landed by night off the coast of Cuba from an open boat, disappeared into the jungle, and in three weeks came out on the other side of the Island, having traversed a hostile country on foot, and delivered his letter to Garcia—­are things I have no special desire now to tell in detail.  The point that I wish to make is this:  McKinley gave Rowan a letter to be delivered to Garcia; Rowan took the letter and did not ask, “Where is he at?” By the Eternal! there is a man whose form should be cast in deathless bronze and the statue placed in every college of the land.  It is not book-learning young men need, nor instruction about this and that, but a stiffening of the vertebrae which will cause them to be loyal to a trust, to act promptly, concentrate their energies:  do the thing—­“Carry a message to Garcia.”

[Sidenote:  The Moral]

General Garcia is dead now, but there are other Garcias.

No man who has endeavored to carry out an enterprise where many hands were needed, but has been well-nigh appalled at times by the imbecility of the average man—­the inability or unwillingness to concentrate on a thing and do it.

[Sidenote:  There are other Garcias]

Slipshod assistance, foolish inattention, dowdy indifference, and half-hearted work seem the rule; and no man succeeds, unless by hook or crook or threat he forces or bribes other men to assist him; or mayhap, God in His goodness performs a miracle, and sends him an Angel of Light for an assistant.  You, reader, put this matter to a test:  You are sitting now in your office—­six clerks are within call.  Summon any one and make this request:  “Please look in the encyclopedia and make a brief memorandum for me concerning the life of Correggio.”

Will the clerk quietly say, “Yes, sir,” and go do the task?

On your life he will not.  He will look at you out of a fishy eye and ask one or more of the following questions: 

[Sidenote:  Which Encyclopedia?]

Who was he? 
Which encyclopedia? 
Where is the encyclopedia? 
Was I hired for that? 
Don’t you mean Bismarck?

[Sidenote:  What’s the matter with Charlie doing it?]

What’s the matter with Charlie doing it? 
Is he dead? 
Is there any hurry? 
Shall I bring you the book and let you look it up yourself? 
What do you want to know for?

I wasn’t hired for that anyway!

And I will lay you ten to one that after you have answered the questions, and explained how to find the information, and why you want it, the clerk will go off and get one of the other clerks to help him try to find Garcia—­and then come back and tell you there is no such man.  Of course I may lose my bet, but according to the Law of Average I will not.