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social or the athletic side of his school life； and his failures in his studies troubled him sorely； only I fear； however； because it troubled his mother and father。 The great day of the year to us was the day our schools closed and we started for our summer vacation。 When Richard was less than a year old my mother and father； who at the time was convalescing from a long illness； had left Philadelphia on a search for a complete rest in the country。 Their travels； which it seems were undertaken in the spirit of a voyage of discovery and adventure； finally led them to the old Curtis House at Point Pleasant on the New Jersey coast。 But the Point Pleasant of that time had very little in common with the present well…known summer resort。 In those days the place was reached after a long journey by rail followed by a three hours' drive in a rickety stagecoach over deep sandy roads； albeit the roads did lead through silent； sweet…smelling pine forests。 Point Pleasant itself was then a collection of half a dozen big farms which stretched from the Manasquan River to the ocean half a mile distant。 Nothing could have been more primitive or as I remember it in its pastoral loveliness much more beautiful。 Just beyond our cottage the river ran its silent； lazy course to the sea。 With the exception of several farmhouses； its banks were then unsullied by human habitation of any sort； and on either side beyond the low green banks lay fields of wheat and corn； and dense groves of pine and oak and chestnut trees。 Between us and the ocean were more waving fields of corn； broken by little clumps of trees； and beyond these damp Nile…green pasture meadows； and then salty marshes that led to the glistening； white sand…dunes； and the great silver semi… circle of foaming breakers； and the broad； blue sea。 On all the land that lay between us and the ocean； where the town of Point Pleasant now stands； I think there were but four farmhouses； and these in no way interfered with the landscape or the life of the primitive world in which we played。
Whatever the mental stimulus my brother derived from his home in Philadelphia； the foundation of the physical strength that stood him in such good stead in the campaigns of his later years he derived from those early days at Point Pleasant。 The cottage we lived in was an old two…story frame building； to which my father had added two small sleeping…rooms。 Outside there was a vine…covered porch and within a great stone fireplace flanked by cupboards； from which during those happy days I know Richard and I； openly and covertly； must have extracted tons of hardtack and cake。 The little house was called 〃Vagabond's Rest；〃 and a haven of rest and peace and content it certainly proved for many years to the Davis family。 From here it was that my father started forth in the early mornings on his all…day fishing excursions； while my mother sat on the sunlit porch and wrote novels and mended the badly rent garments of her very active sons。 After a seven…o'clock breakfast at the Curtis House our energies never ceased until night closed in on us and from sheer exhaustion we dropped unconscious into our patch…quilted cots。 All day long we swam or rowed； or sailed； or played ball； or camped out； or ate enormous mealsanything so long as our activities were ceaseless and our breathing apparatus given no rest。 About a mile up the river there was an islandit's a very small； prettily wooded； sandy…beached little place； but it seemed big enough in those days。 Robert Louis Stevenson made it famous by rechristening it Treasure Island； and writing the new name and his own on a bulkhead that had been built to shore up one of its fast disappearing sandy banks。 But that is very modern history and to us it has always been 〃The Island。〃 In our day； long before Stevenson had ever heard of the Manasquan； Richard and I had discovered this tight little piece of land； found great treasures there； and； hand in hand； had slept in a six…by…six tent while the lions and tigers growled at us from the surrounding forests。
As I recall these days of my boyhood I find the recollections of our life at Point Pleasant much more distinct than those we spent in Philadelphia。 For Richard these days were especially welcome。 They meant a respite from the studies which were a constant menace to himself and his parents； and the freedom of the open country； the ocean； the many sports on land and on the river gave his body the constant exercise his constitution seemed to demand； and a broad field for an imagination which was even then very keen； certainly keen enough to make the rest of us his followers。
In an extremely sympathetic appreciation which Irvin S。 Cobb wrote about my brother at the time of his death； he says that he doubts if there is such a thing as a born author。 Personally it so happened that I never grew up with any one； except my brother； who ever became an author； certainly an author of fiction； and so I cannot speak on the subject with authority。 But in the case of Richard； if he was not born an author； certainly no other career was ever considered。 So far as I know he never even wanted to go to sea or to be a bareback rider in a circus。 A boy； if he loves his father； usually wants to follow in his professional footsteps； and in the case of Richard； he had the double inspiration of following both in the footsteps of his father and in those of his mother。 For years before Richard's birth his father had been a newspaper editor and a well…known writer of stories and his mother a novelist and short…story writer of great distinction。 Of those times at Point Pleasant I fear I can remember but a few of our elders。 There were George Lambdin； Margaret Ruff； and Milne Ramsay； all painters of some note； a strange couple； Colonel Olcott and the afterward famous Madam Blavatsky； trying to start a Buddhist cult in this country； Mrs。 Frances Hodgson Burnett； with her foot on the first rung of the ladder of fame； who at the time loved much millinery finery。 One day my father took her out sailing and； much to the lady's discomfiture and greatly to Richard's and my delight； upset the famous authoress。 At a later period the Joseph Jeffersons used to visit us； Horace Howard Furness； one of my father's oldest friends； built a summer home very near us on the river； and Mrs。 John Drew and her daughter Georgie Barrymore spent their summers in a near…by hostelry。 I can remember Mrs。 Barrymore at that time very well…wonderfully handsome and a marvellously cheery manner。 Richard and I both loved her greatly； even though it were in secret。 Her daughter Ethel I remember best as she appeared on the beach； a sweet； long…legged child in a scarlet bathing…suit running toward the breakers and then dashing madly back to her mother's open arms。 A pretty figure of a child； but much too young for Richard to notice at that time。 In after…years the child in the scarlet bathing…suit and he became great pals。 Indeed； during the latter half of his life； through the good days and the bad； there were very few friends who held so close a place in his sympathy and his affections as Ethel Barrymore。
Until the summer of 1880 my brother continued on at the