s cummerbund
to place under my arms by which to steady me in jumping down from one
ledge to the other. Half-way down I suggested a halt, when one of the
Arabs accosted me--"Which fella country you come from?" "America?"

"No!"

"England?"

"No!"

"Australia?"

"Yes!"

"Ah!" he said, "very good kangaroo, you!"

We visited all the places of interest, including the battlefield of
Tel-eh-kebir.

We reached our ship, which was still blocked in the Lake. The French
people in Ismailia sent their launches out to the ships, so we continued
putting time in going ashore every day and riding on donkeys. These
animals were generally called after beautiful women celebrities. Mine
was called "Lillie Langtry." When we got clear, 40 steamers were
blocked. Our ship led the procession through the Canal. There was only
just room for us to pass where the accident had happened, and when we
leached Suez 200 ships, including several men-of-war, were awaiting our
arrival to pass south.

We spent a day at Naples, and in time I arrived in Plymouth Sound in
mid-summer, having left it 23 years before in mid-winter. As I had
accepted an invitation to visit my cousin, Mr. S. P. Newbery, who
resided at Plympton St. Mary, six miles out from Plymouth, so I left the
ship. This relative was land steward to Lord Morley. He had been
selected to judge the cattle at the Royal Agricultural Show at Preston,
Lancashire, and I accompanied him. The warm, genial weather added to my
enjoyment. We took up our quarters at Blackpool, as there was no
accommodation to be had in Preston. The Prince of Wales (late King
Edward the VII.) attended the show, and Mr. Newbery was appointed to
show him round. I followed as if in the Prince's retinue, and enjoyed
the novelty of the situation. Returning to Devonshire I spent a glorious
time keeping my cousin's horse in condition, and occasionally following
the hounds. Whilst there I made a trip to the Isle of Wight, and was
present in Fotheringham Church when Princess Beatrice was married to
Prince Henry of Battenburg. I need hardly say I was not present by
invitation.

During my stay at Plympton St. Mary, the 1886 elections were held, and
my relative being in politics a conservative, took an active part in the
return of Sir John Kennaway (who died a few years ago, father of the
House of Commons). Mr. Newbery was chairman of many of his meetings at
which I attended. A polling booth was at the school house at Plympton