POINTER FOR AN EMIGRANT 



to the ancestral suburban dwelling-house with still 

 some ready. 



I daresay many may remember the late Alfred 

 Newman. He has been dead some years now. He 

 had a great deal to do in starting the club which 

 eventually became the Eccentric. He had forges 

 for artistic iron-work somewhere near Golden Square. 

 I knew him from a very young man, and his wit and 

 cleverness made him a bright companion. Jack 

 Harrison, too, knew him very well. A few nights 

 before sailing for Australia Newman said to me : 

 " But what's the good of going to Australia unless 

 you have some idea how you are going to make some 

 money when you get there ? Look about and embark 

 on something which shall be a novelty." At this 

 moment we were passing Charing Cross Station, where 

 at that time they threw advertisements on to a screen 

 from one side of the courtyard to the other. " Now 

 there you are," pointed out Newman, "there's one 

 thing you might take up," and a mental note was 

 rnade of it. How I carried it into effect will be stated 

 ater in due sequence. 



The time went on. Because others of the family 

 lad gone in sail, a windjammer was chosen for me, 

 ind the cabin selected after a visit to the East India 

 Docks. There was no undue excitement, just a slip 

 lown the river one fine morning in the Ben Voirlich, 

 I 1450-ton chpper, and a wait for twelve hours at 

 jravesend, during which time a few of the old brigade 

 n London came down by train to bid the last farewell. 

 ' think nearly all of them would have liked to have 

 ;ome too. What they marvelled at was the complete- 

 less with which I had managed my outfit and taken 

 everything out of soke : the gold watch and chain, the 

 ie pins, the enamelled gold links, race-glasses. I was 

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