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characterized him made him respected everywhere; and if at anyspecial juncture a selection of pressmen had to be made, he was certain to be among the chosen few, while the fact that as a rule he stood upon his rights on points affecting the general welfare rather than his own individual advantage, constituted him after a fashion a champion of the rest. . . . On the march I have seen a good deal of him. We went together from Ouetta to Candahar with Biddulph's column. It was, if I remember right, his first essay in war correspondence, and bade fair to be his last, for he was overtaken by fever and travelled more like an invalid than a soldier. Sartorius ' of the Beluchis ' proved then a friend indeed, and as in addition to every other talent that able officer is an excellent cook, I have often sat on the shingles on Afghan hillsides and among the boulders in some dry stream bed—as a rule the ' roads ' of the country—and in the humble capacity of scullery-maid to Sartorius's cook helped to prepare a warm mess of milk and oatmeal or corn-flour for our sick companion. There was one day a rather special ' alarm ' sounded. The enemy had really been seen this time. Somebody even said that firing was reported. ' Now don't you get off your doolie (or stretcher) till I send to you,' said Sartorius to Cameron as he hurried off himself to see if his company were falling in properly. But no sooner was the invalid quite certain that his nurse was out of sight than out he crept from under the curtains of the doolie, and dragging himself on all-fours up to an eminence, set himself down there revolver in hand, and there an hour later I found him, looking so ill and spectral that I remember thinking he would never get better. When Sartorius came back he ' wigged ' him, to which all that Cameron said was, ' Do you think I came here to sit inside a doolie when there's shooting and all kinds of larks going on?'"

Speaking of their having again met in Egypt the same correspondent says, " I had gone out to the Ramleh fortifications, and was trj'ing to pass without attracting our sentry's attention up to a point whence I thought a short stalk might give me a glimpse of the enemy's outposts. Under a giant fig-tree, heavily laden with black fruit, I suddenly encountered Cameron. We exchanged the