was attending that day the funeral of a man in his squadron who had been killed by a fall from his horse, and after the service he rushed back to barracks, changed his kit, arranged about selling his horses, dogs, and furniture, and just when the English world sits down to its most excellent meal of the day, that oasis of the afternoon desert, he was in a train rushing as fast as an Irish train can rush towards the steamer that sailed for England.
At twelve o'clock next day B.-P.

was saying good-bye to Sir Frederick Carrington, who sailed before him, and that done he spent a few miserable days in constant dread that he would be bowled over by a hansom, or catch scarlet fever, and thus be prevented from sharing in the hardships and glory of a campaign.

But nothing contrary happened to him, and after affectionate farewells to his family he embarked for Cape Town on board the _Tantallon Castle_ on 2nd May.

One of his first labours was to begin an illustrated diary for his mother's delectation, a diary that was afterwards published by Messrs.

Methuen in book form under the title of "The Matabele Campaign--1896." The keeping of this diary had its good uses for B.-P.; in what manner he explains in the preface, addressed to his mother,--"Firstly, because the pleasures of new impressions are doubled if they are shared with some appreciative friend (and you are always more than appreciative).
Secondly, because it has served as a kind of short talk with you every day." That is the way in which British soldiers go forth to war.
The voyage was uneventful.