No one knows what tree it is called riddle

Somewhere about 1605 or 1607 there was born into the world, through the brain of the Spanish soldier-poet Cervantes, the famous Don Quixote, that belated knight-errant who should have lived a hundred years before, and whose grotesque tilts and ludicrous encounters, in defending the oppressed and avenging imaginary wrongs, have sent laughter ringing through palace, camp, and home alike for nearly three hundred years. Henry Bergh cast the mustard-seed into the garden, but how many people know anything about the personality of the man? How many know the moving cause of his great undertaking? How many, indeed! Better ask, does any one know what moved him to enter the lists as the sole defender of suffering animals? I shall wait long, I fancy, for my answer, for truly the man was a riddle, so let us guess him if we can. But how many of those who find rest and shelter beneath its giant branches give a thought to the man who cast the mustard-seed into his garden who watched for the first slim lance of green thrust upward from the earth who nursed, tended, sheltered, and defended its slow, weak growth, who cultivated it with bleeding fingers, and watered it with his tears? How many give a thought today to the founder of this Society, so thoroughly approved by all classes? One cannot imagine any storm uprooting or overturning it now. In that splendid library, the Bible, one reads: 'A grain of mustard-seed, which a man took and cast into his garden, and it grew and waxed into a great tree.' Yes, verily this Society has grown and waxed a great tree.

Therefore this Society, in constituting itself the defense of the defenseless, truly served man as well as beast, in teaching him to control if not conquer his savage instincts - his senseless furies. For so closely interwoven are the interests of man - made in God's image - and the gentle dumb creatures given to his service and his care, that cruelty and brutality to the patient beast of burden result in the debasing of the guilty man himself. The brutalities familiarly witnessed on every hand were coarsening the fiber and hardening the hearts of the people, and thus lowering their spiritual standard. Infamous cruelty stalked rampant through the city. For this society came into existence amid a very storm of disapprobation, with rumbling jeers and imprecations from the vulgar and debased, flashing with the sarcastic and malicious mockeries of the thoughtlessly indifferent. Today, all such work is done before approving and admiring eyes, but once it was a different story. It has offices everywhere, paid officials, agents, lawyers, doctors, workmen, ambulances, shelters, machinery for rescue, and the merciful lifting and lowering of fallen beasts of burden. The most prominent, the most powerful men, the most gracious and influential women are proud to serve it while the bright-eyed, observant babies of the entire country are its eager little agents and flying messengers. Today the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals is a recognized power for good throughout the land. I suppose no great effort has ever been made for the improvement of conditions, for the advancement of the human race, that has not been met with bitter opposition, ridicule, and abuse from the people at large but when the heroic reformer with a spark of Christ-like patience says: 'Forgive them, Father, they know not what they do,' and holding steadily, unswervingly to his course, reaches the goal, and though weary and exhausted, establishes firmly the new and better condition of affairs, the people are apt to accept the benefits accruing, as a mere matter of course, and give no thought to the price paid by the reformer for his success.

'Riddle me this-and guess him if you can.' - Dryden A short article about the person of Henry Bergh who started the ASPCA and the adoption of first of the modern anti-cruelty laws.

No one knows what tree it is called riddle