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Title: The Story of Baden-Powell
'The Wolf That Never Sleeps'
Author: Harold Begbie
Release Date: December 13, 2005 [EBook #17300]
Language: English
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THE STORY
OF
BADEN-POWELL
'The Wolf that never Sleeps'
BY
HAROLD BEGBIE
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS
Vestigia nulla retrorsum
LONDON
GRANT RICHARDS
1900
"... A name and an example, which are at this hour
inspiring hundreds of the youth of England...."
Southey's Life of Nelson.
First printed May 1900. Reprinted May 1900
Major-General R.S.S. Baden-Powell.ToList
To SMITH MAJOR
Honoured Sir,
If amid the storm and stress of your academic career you find an hour's relaxation in perusing the pages of this book, all the travail that I have suffered in the making of it will be repaid a thousandfold. Throughout the quiet hours of many nights, when Morpheus has mercifully muzzled my youngest (a fine child, sir, but a female), I have bent over my littered desk driving a jibbing pen, comforted and encouraged simply and solely by the vision of my labour's object and attainment. I have seen at such moments the brink of a river, warm with the sun's rays, though sheltered in part by the rustling leaves of an alder, and thereon, sprawling at great ease, chin in the cups of the hand, stomach to earth, and toes tapping the sweet-smelling sod, your illustrious self—deep engrossed in my book. For this alone I have written. If, then, it was the prospect of thus pleasing you that sustained me in my task, to whom else can I more fittingly inscribe the fruits of my labour? Accept then, honoured sir, this work of your devoted servant, assured that, if the book wins your affection and leaves an ideal or two in the mind when you come regretfully upon "Finis," I shall smoke my pipe o' nights with greater pleasure and contentment than ever I have done since I ventured the task of sketching my gallant hero's adventurous career.
I have the honour to be, sir,
Your most humble and obedient servant,
THE AUTHOR.
Weybridge, April 1900.
CONTENTS
Page CHAPTER I. An Introductory Fragment 1 CHAPTER II The Family 6 CHAPTER III Home Life and Holidays 16 CHAPTER IV Carthusian 37 CHAPTER V The Dashing Hussar 55 CHAPTER VI Hunter 73 CHAPTER VII Scout 90 CHAPTER VIII The Flannel-Shirt Life 103 CHAPTER IX Road-Maker and Builder 119 CHAPTER X Putting Out Fire 135 CHAPTER XI In Rags and Tatters 158 CHAPTER XII The Regimental Officer 172 CHAPTER XIII Goal-Keeper 192
ILLUSTRATIONS
Page Major-General R.S.S. Baden-Powell Frontispiece Professor Baden Powell 7 Mrs. Baden-Powell 11 B.-P. reflecting on the After-deck of the Pearl 21 Rev. William Haig-Brown, LL.D. 41 The Dashing Hussar (B.-P. at 21) 61 "Beetle" 79 The Family on Board the Pearl 107 "Viret in Æternum" 179 Goal-Keeper 201
CHAPTER IToC
AN INTRODUCTORY FRAGMENT ON NO ACCOUNT TO BE SKIPPED
You will be the first to grant me, honoured sir, that after earnestness of purpose, that is to say "keenness," there is no quality of the mind so essential to the even-balance as humour. The schoolmaster without this humanising virtue never yet won your love and admiration, and to miss your affection and loyalty is to lose one of life's chiefest delights. You are as quick to detect the humbug who hides his mediocrity behind an affectation of dignity as was dear old Yorick, of whom you will read when you have got to know the sweetness of Catullus. This Yorick it was who declared that the Frenchman's epigram describing gravity as "a mysterious carriage of the body to cover the defects of the mind," deserved "to be wrote in letters of gold"; and I make no doubt that had there been a greater recognition of the extreme value and importance of humour in the early ages of the world, our history books would record fewer blunders on the part of kings, counsellors, and princes, and the great churches would not have alienated the sympathy of so many goodly people at the most important moment in their existence—the beginning of their proselytism.
This erudite reflection is to prepare you for the introduction of my hero, Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden-Powell. I introduce him to you as a hero—and as a humourist. To me he appears the ideal English schoolboy, and the ideal British officer; but if I had blurted this out at the beginning of my story you might perhaps have flung the book into an ink-stained corner, thinking you were in for a dull lecture. It is the misfortune of goodness to be generally treated with superstitious awe, as though it were a visitant from heaven, instead of being part and parcel of our own composition. So I begin by assuring you that if ever there was a light-hearted, jovial creature it is my hero, and by promising you that he shall not bore you with moral disquisitions, nor shock your natural and untainted mind with impossible precepts.
He is a hero in the best sense of the word, living cleanly, despising viciousness equally with effeminacy, and striving after the development of his talents, just as a wise painter labours at the perfecting of his picture. Permit me here to quote the words of a sagacious Florentine gentleman named Guicciardini: "Men," says he, "are all by nature more inclined to do good than ill; nor is there anybody who, where he is not by some strong consideration pulled the other way, would not more willingly do good than ill."
Goodness, then, is a part of our being; therefore when you are behaving yourself like a true man, do not flatter yourself that you are doing any superhuman feat. And do not, as some do, have a sort of stupid contempt for people who respect truth, honesty, and purity, people who work hard at school, never insult their masters, and try to get on in the world without soiling their fingers and draggling their skirts in the mire. But see you cultivate humour as you go along. Without that there is danger in the other.