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ce　or　twice。　At　any　rate　in　the　end；　feeling　that　he　was　a　dead　man　if　he　remained　where　he　was；　he　tore　up　the　bag；　tied　the　sacking　round　his　wrists　and　knees；　and；　thus　protected　against　the　stones　and　grass　stumps；　dragged　himself　out　into　the　veld；　where；　by　the　mercy　of　Providence；　an　English　patrol　found　him。　It　turned　out　that　his　stomach　had　been　ruptured；　and　that；　had　it　not　been　for　his　long　abstinence　from　food；　he　must　have　expired。　No　treatment　could　possibly　have　been　better　for　him；　and　as　it　was　the　break　in　the　tissues　found　time　to　heal。　In　the　end　he　recovered；　though　that　was　the　last　service　which　he　did　in　South　Africa。　It　was　rewarded　with　a　D。S。O。　and　the　rank　of　major　in　the　British　Army。　Lord　Roberts　gave　him　a　remarkable　letter　of　thanks　and　appreciation：　it　sets　forth　his　admiration　of　Burnham’s　skill；　endurance　and　ability　in　difficult　scouting　inside　the　lines　of　the　enemy。
Burnham　told　me　that　during　that　war　on　many　occasions　he　passed　through　the　sentries　of　both　the　British　and　the　Boer　forces　without　being　seen。　Once　he　perated　into　a　Boer　camp　and　came　to　a　waggon　where　a　fat　old　Dutchman　lay　snoring。　To　the　trek…tow　were　tied　sixteen　beautiful　black　oxen；　no　doubt　that　Dutchman’s　especial　pride。　With　his　knife　he　cut　them　loose　and　drove　them　away　back　into　the　British　lines。　Often；　he　told　me；　he　had　speculated　as　to　what　the　old　Boer　said　when　he　woke　up　and　found　them　gone　for　ever。　On　another　occasion　when　he　was　scouting　he　was　absolutely　surrounded　by　the　Boers　and　could　find　no　cover　in　which　to　hide。　With　the　help　of　an　old　Kaffir　blanket　and　a　stick　he　made　himself　up　as　a　beggar　and　limped　away　between　them　without　even　being　questioned。
In　all　such　matters　he　seems　to　possess　a　kind　of　sixth　sense；　evolved　no　doubt　in　the　course　of　his　long　training　in　Indian　warfare。　He　was　one　of　the　pioneers　in　the　Klondike；　whither　he　travelled　across　the　winter　snows　on　a　sledge　drawn　by　dogs；　which　for　some　weeks　were　his　sole　panions。　These　dogs　he　watched　very　closely；　and　as　a　result　of　his　observations　informed　me　that　he　was　sure　from　their　conduct　at　night　that　they　possessed　some　elementary　instinct　of　prayer。　His　reasons　are　too　long　to　set　out；　but　they　were　very　striking。
In　Rhodesia　he　discovered　a　large　amount　of　treasure　buried　in　one　of　the　prehistoric　ruins　and　old　forts；　with　the　skeletons　of　unknown　ancients。　I　have　a　gold　bead　from　it　which　he　gave　me；　mounted　as　a　pin；　also　some　iron　arrow…heads　which　he　found　amidst　the　bones；　showing　that　these　men　died　in　an　attack　by　enemies。
Such　are　a　few　of　the　incidents　of　Major　Burnham’s　career。　The　reader　might　judge　from　them　that　he　is　a　rough　and　uncultured　man；　but　this　is　far　from　being　the　case。　Like　old　Allan　Quatermain；　he　is　an　extremely　polished　and　thoughtful　person；　and　one　with　an　extraordinarily　wide　outlook　on　affairs　in　general。　I　remember；　for　instance；　that　he　took　a　most　lively　interest　in　parish　councils；　their　constitution　and　business。　This；　after　all　the　vast　issues　of　life　and　death　in　which　he　had　been　engaged　for　many　years；　struck　me　as　strange　—　though；　as　we　know；　elephants　are　adepts　at　the　picking　up　of　pins。
When　I　was　missioner　in　America　in　1905　I　stayed　with　the　Burnhams　at　their　charming　house　in　Pasadena；　Los　Angeles。　After　I　parted　from　them　I　travelled　with　another　remarkable　man；　Mr。　Hays　Hammond　—　who　was　once　condemned　to　death　with　Jameson　at　Pretoria　—　across　America　in　his　private　car；　and　spoke　with　him　of　Burnham。　Also　I　told　him　the　strange　tale　of　a　certain　odd　gentleman　of　the　name　of　Carmichael；　now　I　believe　long　dead；　who　thought　that　he　had　discovered　the　secret　of　the　hidden　city　of　the　Aztecs；　that　lies　somewhere　at　the　back　of　Chiapas；　in　which　treasure　to　the　value　of　three　million　sterling　is　supposed　to　have　been　concealed　by　Montezuma　on　the　approach　of　the　Spaniards。27　Thinking；　from　the　documentary　evidence；　that　there　was　something　in　this　tale；　a　friend　and　I　furnished　Carmichael　with　a　moderate　sum　of　money　to　enable　him　to　locate　the　place。　He　set　out；　and　after　incredible　hardships　found　the　wrong　city；　or　the　wrong　part　of　the　right　city；　where　his　Indian　carriers　deserted　him；　leaving　him　suffering　from　fever　to　support　life　upon　catfish；　which　he　caught　with　a　bent　nail。　Ultimately　he　was　rescued　and　brought　back　to　civilisation。
26　This　was　the　sacred　treasure　held　by　Montezuma　as　High　Priest；　which　it　took　1500　men　to　carry　in　bars　of　gold。　It　must　not　be　mixed　up　with　the　private　royal　treasure　whereof　I　have　already　spoken；　that　was　buried　by　Guatemoc　—　also　to　save　it　from　the　Spaniards。　—　H。　R。　H。
Hays　Hammond　was　so　taken　with　this　exciting　narrative　that　he　determined　to　send　Burnham　to　look　for　the　Aztec　city；　and　telegraphed　to　him　to　e　from　San　Francisco　to　New　York　to　see　him。　Needless　to　say；　Burnham　was　quite　ready　for　the　adventure；　and　followed　me　to　England　to　get　particulars；　among　other　business。　Whilst　here　a　terrible　thing　befell　him。　He　had　taken　a　little　villa　on　the　Thames；　where　he　was　living　with　his　wife　and　a　fine　little　boy；　the　brother　of　the　child　Nada。　One　day　the　boy　was　missing。　His　body　was　found　in　the　Thames。　I　was　informed　that　when　Burnham　saw　it　he　fell　to　the　ground　senseless　as　though　he　had　been　shot。
Afterwards　he　returned　to　America　and　started　to　look　for　the　Aztec　city；　but　was　prevented　from　getting　very　far　by　a　rebellion　among　the　Indians。　His　last　letter　to　me　was　written　from　that　district　some　four　years　ago。　I　answered　it；　but　since　then　have　heard　nothing　from　him。　I　do　not　think　that　he　is　dead；　as　such　news　would　probably　have　reached　me　one　way　or　another；　or　Hays　Hammond　would　have　mentioned　it　when　I　had　a　hurried　interview　with　him　at　the　time　of　the　King’s　Coronation；　which　he　attended　as　Special　Ambassador　from　the　United　States。　I　conclude；　therefore；　that　Burnham　is　probably　now　engaged　in　all　the　Mexican　fighting　that　has　ensued　upon　the　deposition　of　President　Diaz；　which　leaves　him　no　time　for　correspondence；　or　perhaps　he　is　disinterring　the　treasure　from　the　hidden　city！　One　day　I　hope　that　he　will　appear　again　and　greet　me　in　his　quiet　fashion　as　though　we　had　parted　but　yesterday　—　I　mean；　of　course；　on　this　bank　of　the　great　“Divide。”
Chapter　18　RURAL　ENGLAND
H。　R。　H。　returns　to　the　country　—　Devotes　himself　to　agriculture　—　“Farmer’s　Year”　—　Arthur　Young　—　Bradfield　bust　—　Bobbin　—　Determines　to　follow　Arthur　Young’s　example　—　Agreed　with　Daily　Express　for　series　of　articles　on　Rural　England　—　Visit　to　Cyprus　and　Holy　Land　—　A　Winter　Pilgrimage　—　Rural　England　journeys　—　Heaviest　labour　of　H。　R。　H。‘s　life　—　Arthur　Cochrane’s　help　—　Hundreds　of　interviews　—　Practical　results　disappointing　—　Mr。　R。　W。　Hanbury　—　Agricultural　Post　—　Lord　Onslow　—　Mrs。　Asquith。
My　town　excitement　over　I　returned　to　the　country　and　the　writing　of　books。　Oddly　enough；　I　found　that　the　thorough　change　of　thought　seemed　to　have　rested　my　mind；　with　the　result　that　my　imagination　was　fresher　than　it　had　been　for　some　years　before。　Also　the　work　itself　was　and　has　remained　less　irksome　to　me　than　during　the　years　1891　to　1895。　Still　the　desire　haunted　me　to　do　something　in　my　day　more　practical　than　the　mere　invention　of　romance　upon　romance。　By　degrees　it　came　home　to　me　that　a　great　subject　lay　to　my　hand；　that　of　the　state　of　English　agriculture　and　of　our　rural　population；　also　of　all　the　questions　thereto　pertaining。
So　forcefully　did　it　e　home　that　I　grew　to　think　and　indeed　to　believe　that　I　was　appointed　to　serve　my　own；　and　perhaps　other　countries；　by　following　up　this　neglected　branch　of　research　which　to　many　has　seemed　so　useless　and　so　dull。　Therefore　with　a　bold　heart　I　gave　all　my　spare　time　and　energy　to　a　study　of　the　matter。
First　I　wrote　the　book　that　is　called　“A　Farmer’s　Year；”　with　the　twofold　purpose　of　setting　down　the　struggles　of　those　who　were　engaged　in　agriculture　during　that　trying　time；　and　of　preserving　for　the　benefit　of　future　generations；　if　these　should　care　to　read　of　them；　a　record　of　the　circumstances　of　their　lives　and　of　the　condition　of　their　industry　in　England　in　the　year　1898。　In　its　way　this　book；　which　was　first　published　serially　in　Longman’s　Magazine　—　now；　alas！　defunct；　like　most　of　the　good　magazines　of　my　early　days　—　proved　extraordinarily　successful。　It　ost　without　exception；　with　great　favour。　Also　the　letters　that　poured　in　upon　me　concerning　it　were　almost　without　number；　they　still　continue　to　arrive。　But；　pared　with　my　romances；　it　brought　me　in　but　a　small　amount　of　money。　For　this　there　were　several　reasons。　It　was　published　at　too　low　a　price　—　7s。　6d。　—　whereby　Charles　Longman　and　I　hoped　to　put　it　within　the　reach　of　all；　also　the　charming　illustrations　by　my　friend　Mr。　Leon　Little；　of　which　I　have　the　originals　in　this　house；　involved　a　good　deal　of　expenditure。
The　chief　reason；　however；　is　very　simple。　The　British　public　as　a　whole　is　a　nation　of　town　dwellers　and　not　rural　in　its　tastes。　It　wants　novels　to　read；　not　works　that　deal　with　agriculture　in　however　interesting　a　fashion。　He　who　treats　of　such　subjects　must　do　so　at　his　own　cost　and　be　content　to　take　his　pay　in　honour　and　glory。　Well；　as　I　never　expected　anything　else；　I　was　not　disappointed　in　this　lack　of　financial　results。　My　objects　were；　as　I　have　said；　quite　different。　I　set　them　out　so　clearly　in　the　little　preface　which　I　wrote　some　years　later　for　the　“Silver　Library”　Edition　of　the　work；　that　I　will　venture　to　quote　it　here：
In　Ancient　Egypt　the　gentleman　farmers　of　the　Fifth　and　Sixth　Dynasties　whilst　yet　alive　caused　their　future　sepulchres　to　be　adorned　with　representations　of　such　scenes　of　daily　life　and　husbandry　as　to　them　were　most　pleasant　and　familiar。
The　study　of　these　paintings　and　reliefs　has　delighted　me　much　today；　as　it　did　when　first　I　visited　them　in　1887。　Whilst　considering　them　it　occurred　to　me　that　in　this　book；　by　means　of　the　methods　of　my　own　age；　I　have　unconsciously　attempted　to　follow　the　example　of　the　authors　of　these　rock…hewn　manuscripts　who　lived　some　fifty　centuries　ago。
Perhaps；　I　thought　to　myself；　in　times　to　be；　when　all　is　changed　again　save　the　eternal　ways　of　Nature　that　are　the　ways　of　God；　the　word…pictures　of　my　pages　also　may　thus　interest　and　instruct　unborn　men　of　tastes　akin　to　mine。
Such　is　my　hope。
It　would　please　me　to　write　another　“Farmer’s　Year”　arranged　upon　a　similar　plan；　setting　forth　my　further　agricultural　experiences　throughout　an　entire　year；　now　that　I　farm　on　a　larger　scale　and　more　scientifically　than　I　did；　especially　in　the　matter　of　milk…production。　I　greatly　doubt；　however；　whether　at　my　age　and　with　so　much　work　in　front　of　me；　I　shall　ever　find　the　opportunity；　especially　as　the　production　of　such　a　book　involves　constant　residence　on　one　spot　from　January　to　December。
I　followed　up　“A　Farmer’s　Year”　by　reading　a　paper　on　the　Rural　Exodus　before　the　Norfolk　Chamber　of　Agriculture　on　May　6；　1899；　which　is　printed　at　the　end　of　that　volume；　and　moving　the　following　Resolution　that；　after　discussion；　was　carried　unanimously：
This　Chamber　respectfully　calls　the　attention　of　Her　Majesty’s　Government　to　the　continued　and　progressive　shrinkage　of　the　rural　population　in　the　Eastern　Counties；　and　especially　of　those　adult　members　of　it　who　are　described　as　skilled　agricultural　labourers。
In　view　of　the　grave　and　obvious　national　consequences　which　must　result　if　this　exodus　continues；　the　Chamber　prays　that　Her　Majesty’s　Government　will　as　soon　as　may　be　convenient　make　its　causes　the　subject　of　Parliamentary　inquiry　and　report　with　a　view　to　their　mitigation　or　removal。
On　May　30th　in　the　same　year　I　moved　a　similar　Resolution　before　the　Central　and　Associated　Chambers　of　Agriculture　in　London　where；　after　criticism　and　discussion；　it　was　also　unanimously　carried。
In　January　1900　I　went　with　my　family　to　Florence；　where　we　stayed　with　my　sister…inlaw；　Mrs。　John　Haggard；　whose　husband　was　at　that　time　Consul　in　Noumea；　whither　he　could　not　take　his　children。　It　was　the　year　of　the　Boer　War；　and　a　melancholy　business　I　found　it　to　spell　out　the　tale　of　our　disasters　in　the　Italian　papers。　The　Times　had　asked　me　if　I　would　care　to　go　to　South　Africa　as　one　of　their　war　correspondents；　but　this　did　not　strike　me　as　an　attractive　business　at　my　age。　However；　I　entered　into　another　arrangement　with　Mr。　Arthur　Pearson；　the　owner　of　the　group　of　papers　of　which　the　Daily　Express　is　the　principal。　This　was　that；　on　the　conclusion　of　the　war；　I　should　write　a　series　of　articles　under　the　title　of　“The　New　South　Africa；”　which　would；　of　course；　have　involved　a　long　journey　in　that　country。　This　engagement　was　never　fulfilled；　for　the　reason　that　the　war　carried　on　for　another　two　years　or　so；　before　which　time　the　British　public　was　utterly　weary　of　the　subject　of　South　Africa。　Upon　this　ground　Pearson　suggested　that　the　contract　should　be　cancelled。
In　the　meantime；　however；　while　I　was　taking　my　bath　one　morning　—　a　domestic　occasion　on　which；　for　some　reason　unexplained；　I　have　observed　that　I　am　more　open　to　new　impressions　than　at　any　other　time　—　an　idea　struck　me。　It　was　to　the　effect　that　I　should　like　to　emulate　Arthur　Young；　who　more　than　a　century　before　had　travelled　through　and　written　of　the　state　of　agriculture　in　the　majority　of　the　English　counties。　Second　thoughts　showed　me　that　the　enterprise　was　very　vast。　It　had　taken　Arthur　Young　about　thirty　years；　if　I　remember　right；　not　to　plete　it　—　for　this　neither　he　nor　any　one　else　ever　did　—　but　to　deal　with　about　twenty…six　counties；　travelling　leisurely　on　horseback　and　for　the　most　part；　I　think；　as　an　official　of　what　in　those　days　answered　to　the　present　Board　of　Agriculture。
I　may　add　that　about　a　year　ago　I　paid　a　visit　to　Arthur　Young’s　home；　Bradfield　bust；　more　monly　called　Burnt　Bradfield；　near　Bury　St。　Edmunds；　which　was　then　for　sale。　The　house；　of　course；　is　rebuilt；　but　all　the　rest　—　park；　ancient　oaks；　and　little　lake　—　remain　much　as　they　were　in　his　day；　a　hundred　years　ago。
Readers　of　his　Life　will　remember　how　he　instructed　his　delicate　daughter　—　who　afterwards　died；　poor　child　—　to　walk　in　certain　places；　such　as　in　the　Round　Garden　or　on　the　flagged　path　where　it　was　dry　—　“the　little　garden　where　I　have　so　many　times　seen　her　happy。”
There　they　are　to　this　day；　and；　standing　among　them　alone；　I　could　almost　re…create　the　figure　of　pale　little　Bobbin　as　she　obeyed　the　orders　sent　from　France　in　her　father’s　letters。　There；　too；　is　the　great　avenue　of　limes　which　were；　I　believe；　planted　by　Mr。　Arthur　Young；　running　from　the　house　across　the　timbered　grounds　to　the　highway　by　the　church。　Here　in　the　churchyard　lie　the　mortal　remains　of　this　great　man；　for；　when　his　prescience　and　his　patient　industry　are　taken　into　account；　I　think　he　may　be　fairly　described　as　great。　In　the　church；　actually　underneath　his　pew；　is　buried　his　sweet　Bobbin；　and　on　a　tablet　in　an　annexe　appears　a　touching　memorial　inscription　to　her；　which　I　regret　I　had　no　time　to　copy。　It　does　not；　I　think；　appear　in　the　Life　by　Miss　Betham　Edwards。
How　sadly　read　his　words　written　at　Bradfield　in　the　year　1800：
I　never　e　to　this　place　without　reaping　all　the　pleasure　which　any　place　can　give　me　now。　It　is