Such is his resourcefulness.

And what of his enthusiasm?
When he was home in England on sick-leave he sent out to the 13th Hussars the book of _Les Cloches de Corneville_, with excellent sketches of the dresses and hints as to its staging.

Again, he has been known to get off a sick-bed in India in order to take part in some entertainment for the amusement of soldiers.
It was shortly after the successful performance of _The Pirates of Penzance_, and after the evacuation of Kandahar, that Baden-Powell very nearly succeeded in putting an end to himself.

He was toying with a pistol, in the firm conviction that it was unloaded, when, to his intense indignation, the thing went off and planted a bullet in the calf of his leg.

It might have been a more romantically dangerous wound, but it was quite sufficiently uncomfortable.