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A GLOOM has been cast over the opening year by the news of what can only be described as a national calamity. Like his friend, Prof. F. M. Balfour, Milnes Marshall has been cut off in the midst of a life of scientific usefulness by an accident among the mountains which he loved. On the last day of 1893 Prof. Marshall, with several companions, started from the hotel at Wasdale Head for a day's climbing among the precipices of Scaw-fell. All the dangers and difficulties had been passed, and the party were looking for suitable views to photograph. Dr. Marshall had mounted a few feet higher than the others, and called out, “Here is the best place for the camera,” when almost immediately a large stone was seen to fall, followed by his apparently lifeless body. The precise details of the mishap will never be known— whether he stepped or sat down upon a rock loosened by the frost, or whether, as is thought by some well qualified to judge to be more likely, a stone fell upon him from above—must remain a matter for conjecture. The melancholy fact is sufficient that a young and brilliant student of nature passed in an instant from the full enjoyment of health and strength to the “cold obstruction” of death.
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Arthur Milnes Marshall. Nature 49, 250–251 (1894). https://doi.org/10.1038/049250a0
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