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mammal； a bird； a fish； or an insect even； that does not share with us。 Such is the esteem in which it is held； such the ignominy which punishes the want of it； that the most cautious and the most timid by nature will rather face the uncertain risks of a fight than the certain infamy of imputed cowardice。
Is it likely that courage should be rare under such circumstances； especially amongst professional fighters； who in England at least have chosen their trade？ That there are poltroons； and plenty of them； amongst our soldiers and sailors； I do not dispute。 But with the fear of shame on one hand； the hope of reward on the other； the merest dastard will fight like a wild beast； when his blood is up。 The extraordinary merit of his conduct is not so obvious to the peaceful thinker。 I speak not of such heroism as that of the Japanese； … their deeds will henceforth be bracketed with those of Leonidas and his three hundred； who died for a like cause。 With the Japanese； as it was with the Spartans； every man is a patriot； nor is the proportionate force of their barbaric invaders altogether dissimilar。
Is then the Victoria Cross an error？ To say so would be an outrage in this age of militarism。 And what would all the Queens of Beauty think； from Sir Wilfred Ivanhoe's days to ours； if mighty warriors ceased to poke each other in the ribs； and send one another's souls untimely to the 'viewless shades；' for the sake of their 'doux yeux？' Ah！ who knows how many a mutilation； how many a life； has been the price of that requital？ Ye gentle creatures who swoon at the sight of blood； is it not the hero who lets most of it that finds most favour in your eyes？ Possibly it may be to the heroes of moral courage that some distant age will award its choicest decorations。 As it is； the courage that seeks the rewards of Fame seems to me about on a par with the virtue that invests in Heaven。
Though an anachronism as regards this stage of my career； I cannot resist a little episode which pleasantly illustrates moral courage； or chivalry at least； combined with physical bravery。
In December； 1899； I was a passenger on board a Norddeutscher Lloyd on my way to Ceylon。 The steamer was crowded with Germans； there were comparatively few English。 Things had been going very badly with us in the Transvaal； and the telegrams both at Port Said and at Suez supplemented the previous ill…news。 At the latter place we heard of the catastrophe at Magersfontein； of poor Wauchope's death； and of the disaster to the Highland Light Infantry。 The moment it became known the Germans threw their caps into the air； and yelled as if it were they who had defeated us。
Amongst the steerage passengers was a Major … in the English army … returning from leave to rejoin his regiment at Colombo。 If one might judge by his choice of a second…class fare； and by his much worn apparel； he was what one would call a professional soldier。 He was a tall； powerfully… built； handsome man； with a weather…beaten determined face； and keen eye。 I was so taken with his looks that I often went to the fore part of the ship on the chance of getting a word with him。 But he was either shy or proud； certainly reserved； and always addressed me as 'Sir；' which was not encouraging。
That same evening； after dinner in the steerage cabin； a German got up and； beginning with some offensive allusions to the British army； proposed the health of General Cronje and the heroic Boers。 This was received with deafening 'Hochs。' To cap the enthusiasm up jumped another German； and proposed 'ungluck … bad luck to all Englanders and to their Queen。' This also was cordially toasted。 When the ceremony was ended and silence restored； my reserved friend calmly rose； tapped the table with the handle of his knife （another steerage passenger … an Australian … told me what happened）； took his watch from his pocket； and slowly said： 'It is just six minutes to eight。 If the person who proposed the last toast has not made a satisfactory apology to me before the hand of my watch points to the hour； I will thrash him till he does。 I am an officer in the English army； and always keep my word。' A small band of Australians was in the cabin。 One and all of them applauded this laconic speech。 It was probably due in part to these that the offender did not wait till the six minutes had expired。
Next day I congratulated my reserved friend。 He was reticent as usual。 All I could get out of him was； 'I never allow a lady to be insulted in my presence； sir。' It was his Queen； not his cloth； that had roused the virility in this quiet man。
Let us turn to another aspect of the deeds of war。 About daylight on the morning following our bombardment； it being my morning watch； I was ordered to take the surgeon and assistant surgeon ashore。 There were many corpses； but no living or wounded to be seen。 One object only dwells visually in my memory。
At least a quarter of a mile from the dead soldiers； a stray shell had killed a grey…bearded old man and a young woman。 They were side by side。 The woman was still in her teens and pretty。 She lay upon her back。 Blood was oozing from her side。 A swarm of flies were buzzing in and out of her open mouth。 Her little deformed feet； cased in the high…heeled and embroidered tiny shoes； extended far beyond her petticoats。 It was these feet that interested the men of science。 They are now； I believe； in a jar of spirits at Haslar hospital。 At least； my friend the assistant surgeon told me； as we returned to the ship； that that was their ultimate destination。 The mutilated body； as I turned from it with sickening horror； left a picture on my youthful mind not easily to be effaced。
After this we joined the rest of the squadron： the 'Melville' （a three…decker； Sir W。 Parker's flagship）； the 'Blenheim；' the 'Druid；' the 'Calliope；' and several 18…gun brigs。 We took Hong Kong； Chusan； Ningpo； Canton； and returned to take Amoy。 One or two incidents only in the several engagements seem worth recording。
We have all of us supped full with horrors this last year or so； and I have no thought of adding to the surfeit。 But sometimes common accidents appear exceptional； if they befall ourselves； or those with whom we are intimate。 If the sufferer has any special identity； we speculate on his peculiar way of bearing his misfortune； and are thus led on to place ourselves in his position； and imagine ourselves the sufferers。
Major Daniel； the senior marine officer of the 'Blonde；' was a reserved and taciturn man。 He was quiet and gentlemanlike； always very neat in his dress； rather severe； still kind to his men。 His aloofness was in no wise due to lack of ideas； nor； I should say； to pride … unless； perhaps； it were the pride which some men feel in suppressing all emotion by habitual restraint of manner。 Whether his SANGFROID was constitutional； or that nobler kind of courage which feels and masters timidity and the sense of danger； none could tell。 Certain it is he was as calm and self…possessed in action as in repose。 He was so courteous one