It was good to listen to this sincere, naïve man, still young ... who would re-make life nearer to the beauty and harmony that Shelley also dreamed for mankind. I lived in a state of perpetual reverence toward Baxter. This man tried to live his ideals, as well as write about them.
In matters of diet I accepted Baxter's theories but, humanly, did not live up to them. He was a vegetarian.
Later I was to learn that he was to himself an experiment station. On his own person he directly and practically tried out each idea ... his wife was also a convertee, slightly reluctant, to his tests ... and his son, perforce. Baxter actually kept a vegetarian dog. "Even carnivorous animals thrive better on a vegetarian diet." But the dog was no corroboration of his theory. It lacked gloss and shine to its coat, and seldom barked.
One afternoon I came upon Dan, Baxter's son, puking in the bushes, not far from the tents.
"What's the matter, Dan," he turned to me, wan, and serious, and with a grown-up look on his face.
"Nothing! Only sometimes the warm milk father has me drink makes me throw up. I'm on a milk diet, you know."
"Does your father know that you can't keep the milk down?"
"Mostly it does stay down ... I guess father's all right," he defended, "maybe the diet will do me good."
"Do you ever get a beefsteak?"
"Father says meat is no good ... maybe he's right about killing animals. He says it wouldn't be half so bad if everyone killed their own meat, instead of making brutes out of men who do the killing for them ... but it is kind of hard on the dog, though," and the little fellow laughed.