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Wolseley was dashed to the ground, 

 where he lay senseless for a time. 

 After a time he rallied, and was able to 

 totter to the doctor's hut, where he was 

 laid down unconscious. " He's a dead 

 'un," said the doctor. This roused 

 Wolseley, who, turning in his blood, 

 said : — 



''I am worth a good many dead men yet." 

 Wolseley' s head and body presented a shock- 

 ing appearance. His features were not dis- 

 tinguishable as those of a ihuman being, 

 wkile blood flowed from innumoraljle wound,s 

 caused by the stones with which he had been 

 striick. Sharp fragments were embedded 

 all over his face, and his left cheek had been 

 almost completely cut away. The doctor 

 fancied, after probing the wound^ that his 

 jaw-bone was shattered, but Wolseley made 

 iiim pull out the substance in his mouth, 

 when a large stone came away. The sur- 

 geon then lifted up and stitched the cheek. 

 Both his eyes were comiiletely closed, and 

 the injury done to one of them was so 

 serious that the sight was permanently lost. 

 Not a square inch of his face but ^vas bat- 

 tered, and cut about, while his body was 

 wounded all over, just as if he had been 

 peppered with small shot. He had received 

 also a small wound on his right leg, so that 

 bo'th his limbs had now been injured. The 

 wound in tihe left thigh received in Burmah 

 rendered him slightly lame. 



CRIMEAN REMINISCENCES. 



If you talked to Lord Wolseley of 

 his old Crniiean days he remembered 

 not the amount of bloodshed as much 

 as the horrors of cold and the brave 

 endurance with which they were borne 

 by our troops. He said : 



The one thought I have about the Crimean 

 War, which dwells in my memory, is that 

 of great admiration for the British soldier. 

 These men, without any prospect or hope to 

 inspire them; suffering horrible hardships, 

 badly fed, and shivering with cold, went 

 forth day by day into the trenches, while 

 they were often so weak that they could 

 hardly drag one foot .after the other. They 

 did their duty, and died in doing it, witli 

 a simple, brave, unpretending courage, that 

 indeed was admirable. . . . Afti-r vou 

 had been in the trenches all day — when 

 you oame out you often got but one biscuit 

 and a little lump of red salt junk whicih 

 was as hard as a board until it was boiled 

 The greatest hardship was not the lack of 

 food, but the utter failure of firewood 

 After you had come from the trenclies, and 

 drawn your rations, you had to toil a mile 

 or two to the plains of Inkerman, not in 

 order to cut down brushwood for your fire, 

 but to dig up tlie roots of the birsh already 

 cut down, which were so wet as to be almost 

 unburnable. You had to carry them back 

 to make a fire to boil your fragment of meat. 

 But the meM behaved splendidly. 



" THE GENERAL WHO NEVER STOPS. ' 



One pre-eminent characteristic of 

 Lord Wolseley's career was the rapidity 

 of his promotion. When campaigning 

 on the West Coast of Africa, the 

 Ashantees named him " The General 

 Who Never Stops," on account of the 

 resistless energy with which he pushed 

 on from the coast to their capital, ignor- 

 ing all the dilator)' messages by which 

 they endeavoured to arrest his advance. 

 This characteristic was shown as much 

 in his advance through the successive 

 grades of the Army, as in making his 

 way through the bush. He ascended 

 by such leaps and bounds that he 

 was made Lieutenant-Colonel on his 

 twenty-sixth birthday. Not only was 

 his promotion rapid, but he always 

 fell on his feet in securing fields of 

 service. When Sir Hope Grant was 

 campaigning in China, it was said 

 that he always replied when any- 

 one reported cases of exceptional dif- 

 ficult}-, " Take Wolseley ; he will do 

 the work for you ! " And probably that 

 handiness and readiness to put things 

 through, which characterised him from 

 the first, always secured his selection 

 by superior officers when they were 

 forming their staff. Although not much 

 of a linguist, Wolseley was a good 

 draughtsman ; his favourite recreation 

 was painting in oils and water colours, 

 and he had a keen e}'e for topographical 

 detail. He was, beside, a pleasant com- 

 panion, full of inexhaustible energy^ 

 and good spirits — just the kind of man 

 whom you would like to have to execute 

 your orders when you are absent, or to 

 have by your side when you are in any 

 tight place in a hotl}--contested field. 



IRISH THROUGH AND THROUGH. 



Lord Wolseley was Irish through and 

 through, and in nothing was he more 

 Irish than in the pleasantness and good 

 humour with which he got on with all 

 sorts and conditions of men. We need 

 fot therefore go far afield in order to 

 discover how it was he had always got 

 on. Even in the Crimea, when a mere 

 stripling, he obtained a much higher 

 temporary rank in the Engineers than 

 that which he held in his own infantry 

 regiment. In after life he found him- 



