By Elbert Hubbard
In all this Cuban business there is one man stands out on the horizon of my memory like Mars at perihelion.When war broke out between Spain and the United States，it was very necessary to communicate quickly with the leader of the Insurgents.Garcia was somewhere in the mountain fastness of Cuba——no one knew where.No mail nor telegraph message could reach him.The President must secure his cooperation，and quickly.What to do!
Some one said to the President，“There’s a fellow by the name of Rowan will find Garcia for you，if anybody can.”
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.”
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.