But the story of his work--and it is the same with all the quiet work done by servants of the Queen in every part of the Empire--attracted little public notice, and the man-in-the-street had no more idea of B.-P.'s service than the man-in-the-moon.

At that time, indeed, few people outside official circles had ever heard of his name, and certainly no stationer would have been mad enough to stick B.-P.'s photograph in his window.

Whether Baden-Powell, when he awakes to it, will prefer his present fame to the happy obscurity of those distant days, is a subject for speculation.

I could say definitely, if I chose, which condition is preferred by the proud mother of as gallant a son as ever rode horse into the African desert..