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despatches offt T left the camp alone. Sir Baker Russell suggested my takingan orderly., sut I wouldn't. Whenever T meet Sir Baker now he alwavs says: “Ah ! vou should have taken that orderly.” T rode six miles from the camp over a sprint, rcaching a road which led down a steep hill to a ford. The threatening sky told mce to look out for a Cape storn. They rush down upon vou with scarcely a warning. [ knew the river at the bottom

of the road would swell rapidly, so I urged my horse forward down the hill. T ot mto the middle of the ford just as the

storm burst on us m all its fury. hghtning struck the water, my horse reared \10h,ntl\’ lost his footing, threw me over his shoulder ,(m(l I el under hin,

was caught by the stivrup ;. my left lu' WS under the horse's shoulder: his neck OVer

my chest, preventing me from rising, There was I on my back, with my he i just up, supporting mysclf \\1th my right hand on the bottom of the river, and with my left joguing the reins to make the poor heast rise - the water slowly rising with the pouring torrents

1 was (lm\\nm“ I could feel the water

cetting higher and higher 1t reached my neck, my chin - when, with almost a dying cffort, as my horsce stlum'lul up a nhittle, |

made an attempt to move my leg, but down he went again. However, the strap of my spur gave way - my right leg was hiberated

[ was able to raise m\sLH on it and to pull at the horse’s head: My horse cot up | managed o lean on him, and he Just carried me to the bank. T tried to get on his back, and down he went again, with myv Tew doubled under me T put one hand on his shoulder, and so 1 crawled on to the house of an old Scoteh farmer named Gray., He put me into bed, and rubbed me with “Cape smoke,” and T found that 1T had not only lTost my hel- net, note-books and despatches, but that my leg was uscless, with a chance of being lame for the mainder of days.

“In the morn mg the head- quarters staffl rode across the ford, amongst them Lord Wolsclev, e clled at tle

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CGirav told to my side. 1 thought mv last d: Ly that my bod would never be to him,

“ My dear fellow,” was his characteristic reply, T wouid never have left the country unul T had found you, and 1 would have civen vou a jolly good burial 7”7

[ knocked the .1sh off my cigar

“ But what, vou consider in - which hattle ?

SO wasntomeoa battle,” he answered, merrily, and Taughing happily. * Oh, no ! it wasn'tin a battle, Tt was in a bed ! When [ was accompanying the Prince to India, we stayed at the Palace at Athens. One night the King said to me, *Do you get up carly, Mro Russell 27

UYes, s Freplied s ST generally rise at sy o'clock.”

“rVery well, IOITOW Morning., m the garden and things.’

“went upstairs to hed.

him of my phght,

had come, and found,” I said

and rosc (O I asked, * da position what

Dr. Russell,” the most unenviable yvou were ever placed n

well say half-past six to- [ want to walk with Vou talk over one or two

[ couldn’t steep.

The mosquitoes bit me to their hearts’ content, particularly about the hands and arms. 1 happened to have a0 pair of long white kid gloves inomy bag. 1 got up and put them on.

“ 1 awoke in the morming with the knowledge of having somebaody my bed-

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[t was hall-past six | T sat up in bed. In hall an hour, Mr. Russcll,” said the Ning, smiling, as he left the room, 1 shall come back for you.’

“ AL breakfast that morning, during moment of lence, the King, addressing the Queen, with a sly glance 1n my dircction, satd i

Wl Tve meta great many dandies i my time, but Mr. Russcll beats them all. He actually sleeps in white kid gloves !’

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