FROM THE ATBARA TO WAD HAMED 71 spondent” as a whole. There is sometimes a blatant self-conceit and vulgar swagger about a war correspondent which is very irritating, while in other cases intolerance of discipline and incessant attempts to override military regulations for mere private ends have gone far to justify Lord Wolseley’s adzctum that correspondents are ‘the curse of modern warfare.” Of course there are delightful exceptions to this sort of thing to be met with in a war correspondent’s camp. Some of the men who engage in this most delightful occupation are good fellows in every sense of the phrase,—brave, generous, and clever,—and it is a privilege to enjoy the companionship of men like Steevens, Scudamore, Villiers, and others whom I could name.

Altogether, the little Zosmos of our camp was full of interest, as the types of war correspondent one meets with vary considerably.

There is the rough man who glories in his roughness, scorns luxury, and doesn’t wash. An excellent fellow in his way, he yet renders himself more unhappy than he need be by his unstinted devotion to discomfort. To imitate an ancient Eremite by never changing one’s