The Forum . rfully good tempered men—paying for it. All through my middle Cambridge period, the guns boomed andthe rifles crackled away there on the veldt, and the horsemen rodeand the tale of accidents and blundering went on. Men, mules,horses, stores and money poured into South Africa, and the convales-cent wounded streamed home. I see it in my memory as if I hadlooked at it all through a window instead of through the pages ofthe illustrated papers; I recall as if I had been there, the wide openspaces, the ragged hillsides, the open order attacks of helmeted menin khaki, the scarce visible s
The Forum . rfully good tempered men—paying for it. All through my middle Cambridge period, the guns boomed andthe rifles crackled away there on the veldt, and the horsemen rodeand the tale of accidents and blundering went on. Men, mules,horses, stores and money poured into South Africa, and the convales-cent wounded streamed home. I see it in my memory as if I hadlooked at it all through a window instead of through the pages ofthe illustrated papers; I recall as if I had been there, the wide openspaces, the ragged hillsides, the open order attacks of helmeted menin khaki, the scarce visible smoke of the guns, the wrecked trainsin great lonely places, the burnt isolated farms, and at last theblockhouses and the fences of barbed wire uncoiling and spreadingfor endless miles across the desert, netting the elusive enemy untilat last, though he broke the meshes again and again, we had himin the toils. If ones attention strayed in the lecture room it wanderedto those battlefields. (To be continiied). THE FORUM . FOR. SEPTEMBER iqiO THE INSECTS HOMER* MAURICE MAETERLINCK RANGE AND SERIGNAN, the latter a littleProvence village that deserves to be as widely cele-brated as Maillane,f have lately kept the eighty-seventh birthday of a man whose brow should begirt with a double and radiant crown. But fame—at least that which is not the true nor the greatfame, but her illegitimate sister, and which creates more noise thandurable work in the morning and evening papers—fame is often for-getful, negligent, behindliand or unjust; and the crowd is almost ig-norant of the name of J. H. Fabre, who is one of the most profoundand inventive scholars and also one of the purest writers and, I wasgoing to add, one of the finest poets of the century that is just H. Fabre, as some few people know, is the author of half ascore of well-filled volumes in which, under the title of SouvenirsEntomologiques, he has set down the results of fifty years of obser-vation, study and experimen
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