404 FRANCIS TREVELYAN HUCKLANt). 



caping. Eventually, the adder was caught, I be- 

 lieve, without great damage. 



" One day I met Frank just outside Tom Gate. 

 His trousers pockets were swollen out to an enor- 

 mous size ; they were full of slow-worms in damp 

 moss. Frank explained to me that this combina- 

 tion of warmth and moisture was good for the 

 slow-worms, and that they enjoyed it. They cer- 

 tainly were very lively, poking their heads out in- 

 cessantly, while he repressed them with the palms 

 of his hands. . . . 



" He was certainly one of the most popular men 

 in Christ Church ; when he was in the schools, to 

 be examined viva voce, almost the whole under- 

 graduate world of Christ Church was there. . . . 

 He always struck me, in respect of the most seri- 

 ous matters, as combining strength and simplicity 

 very remarkably ; it was impossible to talk to him 

 and not to be sure that God, life, death, and judg- 

 ment were to him solid and constantly present 

 realities." 



Another college friend says : " One evening when 

 I was devoting an hour to coaching him up for his 

 'little go,' I took care to tuck up my legs, in 

 Turkish fashion, on the sofa, for fear of a casual 

 bite from the jackal which was wandering about 

 the room. After a time I heard the animal munch- 

 ing up something under the sofa, and was relieved 

 that he should have found something to occupy 

 him. When our work was finished, I told Buck- 

 land that the jackal had found something to eat 



