At Aiken he found at least peace and the devotion of loving friends that he so craved, but in London and Cuba, which once had meant so much to him, he seemed to have lost interest entirely.

But not once during these years did he cease working, and working hard.

On almost every page of his diary at this period I find such expressions as "wrote 500 words for discipline." And again "Satisfaction in work of last years when writing for existence, has been up to any I ever wrote." And in spite of all of the trouble of these days, he not only wrote incessantly but did some of his very finest work.

Personally I have never seen a man make a more courageous fight.

To quote again from his diary of this time: "Early going to my room saw red sunrise and gold moon.