Memoir of William Watts McNair by J. E. Howard
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when they see him, loved him _en masse_. It may be some consolation to
the widowed mother now robbed of her darling boy, to know that there are heavy hearts in other homes besides her own--the purest tribute that can be laid on the grave of one who was a good son as well as a gallant explorer. We note that the fever of which he died was contracted at Quetta. _Extract from_ "The Pioneer," _August 20th,_ 1889. THE LATE MR. McNAIR.--The lives of some men are so intimately connected with certain phases in the general development of knowledge that their biographies afford short but useful pages in the history of progress which may well be read in connection with more stirring national records. Thus it was with the life of a man who quietly passed from the subordinate branch of the Survey Department into the land of shadows on the 13th of this month at Mussoorie. At the commencement of the year of grace 1879, a little over ten years ago, we were groping our way across the borderland which separates India from Turkistan, in unhappy ignorance of all but two or three partially illustrated lines of advance which might land us either at Kabul or Kandahar. Considering the vital importance that it always has been to India that at least a creditable knowledge of the countries separating her from Russia should exist, the geographical mist which enveloped the highlands of Afghanistan and the deserts of Baluchistan in 1879 was certainly remarkable. It is true that the war of 1839-43 had brought to the front one or two notable geographers, amongst whom North, Broadfoot, and |
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