In any case, all were so eloquent that by the time our voyage was ended I felt as great a rebel against "Oom Paul" and his Government as any one of them.
Before leaving the _Tantallon Castle_, however, I must pass in review some of those whose home it had been with ourselves for the best part of three weeks.

First I remember the late Mr.Alfred Beit, interesting as the man who had made the most colossal fortune of all the South African magnates, and who was then already said to be the most generous of philanthropists and the kindest of friends; this reputation he fully sustained in the subsequent years of his life and in the generous disposition of his vast wealth.

I have often been told that Mr.Cecil Rhodes owed the inspiration of some of his colossal ideas to his friend Mr.Beit, and when it came to financing the same, the latter was always ready to assist in carrying out projects to extend and consolidate the Empire.

In these latter years, and since his comparatively early death, I have heard those who still bear the brunt of the battle lament his loss, and remark, when a railway was to be built or a new part of the country opened up, how much more expeditiously it would be done were Mr.
Beit still alive.
Other names that occur to me are Mr.Abe Bailey, well known in racing circles to-day, and then reputed a millionaire, the foundation of whose fortune consisted in a ten-pound note borrowed from a friend.

Mr.Wools Sampson,[2] who subsequently so greatly distinguished himself at Ladysmith, where he was dangerously wounded, had an individuality all his own; he had seen every side of life as a soldier of fortune, attached to different regiments, during all the fighting in South Africa of the preceding years.