July 22nd, 1917 Letter from Major Horace S. Browntrout to Edith Roosevelt Dear Mrs. Roosevelt, Words cannot begin to convey the sense of tragedy and loss I feel at the death of your husband. He cast his resolute shadow over everything that moved—including the Saysquack, who was much bigger than he was. He was bull among cows; next to him our tallest mountain was but a heap of stones, our brightest light was the flicker of a match in the wind, the roar of lions more tame than the purr of a kitty cat.
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