Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1885-02-17

family shows much fainter tokens Oh the
gown than the famous colonel OF the
sword. When first saw the younger
Bmnaby on q Norwegian steamer
bound for the Arctic ocean, his tower
ing stature. massive face, and huge dra-
coon monstache reproduced so exactly
the hero Of Khiva and Anatolla
that two more inches OF height
would have made the likeness com
plete. ~ wish my brother had been
here too, said he, for you and ne
and poor McGahan arc almost the only
men who'ye been in Central Asia lately.
You've read his book. ] supposeg II
paid the publishers well, although they
gave him 600 for ii. But On Horse
back Through Asia Minor tfor which
he got 70. 5000 didn't do quite so well.
suppose it suffered by the contrast"
A week later looked back from
ledge Of rock halfway up the prccipice
Of the North Cape and saw Burnaby at
It's foot, deliberately foregoing the
climb. for which he had travelled
thousand miles, rather than desert an
American lady who would otherwise
have been left unattended.
In character. as in person, Frederick
and Evelyn Burnaby were much alike.
Both had the same gay and chivalrous
courage. the same frank good-nature,
the same almost boyish love for feats OF
strength and endurance. so cleverly carl
caturcd by an English writer of the day
in his story of Colonel Mulberry's
Balloon Adventure Among Fred
erick Burnaby's countless athletic feats
was one which no man who witnessed 1t
will easily forget. At a dinner given
by some officers of the Guards at the
Kniehts-bridge barracks, in London,
one of the party, by way OF
Joke. led upstairs into the room
two Shetland ponies Unusually small
ones. il need hardly be said) whose
capers speedily threatened destruction
to the tablc-seryice and everything else
within reach. - What on earth shall
we do with them" asked the dis
gusted joker. lodging kick from one
of his pets. shall carry them down
stairs again for YOU" suggested Colo
mel then Captain Burnaby. who was
of the party. "I'll bet you what you
like that you can't" cried the guards
man. " Done. - answered the Colonel,
and taking up the frisky little beasts,
one under each arm, he carried them
downstairs into the barrack-yard.
To his countrymen a well as to
foreigners Khva Fred " has always
been q unique specimen of the typical
Enelishman. From the quiet country
parsonage that saw his birth on March
3. 1912. to the grim African desert that
drank his blood on January Il. 1883;
from his school bOXing-matches at Har-
row to the deadly battle in which he
died. with his hand clcnched on the
throat of his slayer. he was cmphatl-
cally the reckless John Bull who gets
wet. torn. bruised. starved. and all but
killed. Just for the fun of it One
might well have thought that poor Sir
William McNaughtcn, who fell at Ca
bool in 1S4l. had bequeathed to young
Bumaby his spirit of adventure AS well
as his money. Penetrating Central ASIA
because il was forbidden" scribbling
dispatches on Il drum-head from the
CarliSt camp in Spain, seeking Gordon
through Africa, treading the perllous
gOrges Of Asia Minor among savage
KoorS and treachcrous Persians. he
typiiied more fully than any man of his
time the class so well described by
Mockton Mines:
blending their souls sublmest needs,
With tasks OF every day.
They went about their greatest deeds
Like noble boys at pay.