SIR GEORGE THE ROMANCE OF A <&@*@> PROCONSUL THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL OPINIONS OF THE PRESS ON THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL ' In "The Romance of a Pro-Consul " Mr. Milne has given us a book which ought to be scattered broadcast wheresoever the English language is spoken. Sir George Grey was one of the great spirits of our age and race. ... A style alive with an enthusiasm worthy of the subject. . . . One races through the pages, and turns back to the most stirring passages.' GOOD WORDS. ' Sir George Grey was one of the most picturesque figures of the Victorian era, and Mr. Milne has very appropriately written his life in a picturesque style.' DAILY NEWS. ' We recommend our readers to study Sir George Grey's career in the very striking monograph which records his intimate conversations with Mr. James Milne. . . . Wonderfully vivid and suggestive many of these "life pictures" are. They give us an insight which no collocation of letters or blue-book extracts could possibly afford into the character and inner life of the man.' DAILY CHRONICLE. ' Admirably written. An edifying volume. The story of a man whose individuality of character and moral uprightness exercised a unique influence upon his time. ' DAILY MAIL. 4 Full of quaint and characteristic stories. . . . Bound to be an interesting and suggestive volume.' DAILY TELEGRAPH. 1 Attractive pages. Many interesting conversations . . . are here recorded with vigour and vividness.' MORNING POST. 4 A very interesting and even charming picture. . . . He writes straight from his heart.' MANCHESTER GUARDIAN. ' Marks a new departure in the domain of biography, and comes . . . near Dean Burgon's ideal of what such a work should be. ... Affords a remarkably clear idea of the character of Sir George Grey ; eminently readable. 'SCOTSMAN. ' A picturesque monograph. . . . Interesting in its revelation of a rich and noble personality.' LEEDS MERCURY. 4 Romance is the right word for it. ... Intensely alive. ... In it flames not a little of the fiery enthusiasm of his hero.' STAR. 1 Very interesting. . . . The spoken thoughts and reminiscences of one of the Empire-builders of the century.' PALL MALL GAZETTE. ' "The Romance of a Pro-Consul by a Prancing Biographer" would have been an appropriate title. . . . Written on novel lines. . . . Scenes in the life of the great Pro-Consul. . . . Sparkles with striking phrases and brilliant sentences. 1 REVIEW OF REVIEWS. 4 Mr. Milne has Boswellised to some purpose ; he reports Sir George Grey's talks with himself, describes the man in the flesh, and brings us very near to the solemn and winning personality of his ' ' Great Pro-Consul." ' ACADEMY. 4 An attractive portrait of an eminent personality. ' WORLD. 1 A graphic and reliable portrait of the great administrator.' CRITIC. 1 Many good and new stories. . . . The career of Sir George Grey proves that it is possible to attain Mr. John Morley's ideal of "Sanitas et Imperium." SKETCH. 'A consistent effort to let us feel the soul of his subject.' MORNING LEADER. 1 Fascinating. Flows along with such infectious swiftness that you read the book with ever increasing delight.' EAST ANGLIAN DAILY TIMES. ' Mr. Milne has done a patriot's work in painting so faithful, so con- vincing a portrait of one whose whole life is a splendid object-lesson in patriotism.' CAMBRIDGE DAILY NEWS. Photo. Russell & Sons, London. E AND CO., NKW-STKEET SQUARE LONDON SUMMARY OF CONTENTS A guide to Sir George Grey's career as soldier, explorer, adminis- trator, statesman, thinker, and dreamer. Born at Lisbon April 14, 1812, dur- ing the Peninsular War. Gazetted from Sandhurst to the &3rd Regiment Foot, 1829, and served to a cap- taincy. I. PERSONAL AND PARTICU- LAR PAGE I II. HOME IS THE WARRIOR The return to England, 1894, with incidents of the Queen, the Earl of Rosebery, and James Anthony Froude ; a memory of Lord Robert Cecil, and some notes on London . 4 III. YOUTH THE BIOGRAPHER Or how the child was father to the man. Olive Schreiner's greeting ; an orange-stall eloquent ; a flight from school ; a surpassing en- counter at South Kensington ; and a glimpse of Archbishop Whately . 17 IV. SAXON AND CELT A young soldier in the Old Ireland of the Thirties ; varying scenes of Irish life and character ; and stories of Dean Swift, Daniel O'Connell and Sir Hussey Vivian . . 27 v 428514 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL Sailed from Ply- mouth June 20, 1837, on the ship ' Beagle, 1 as leader of a Government expedition to ex- plore North-West Australia. Engaged in this work, and as Resi- dent at King George's Sound, until 1840. V. SOUTHWARD HO I The call to the New World ; mus- ings of the voyage and the sea; and, by contrast, the London perils of Thomas Carlyle and Babbage, Sir Charles Lyell's spear-head being also mentioned ... 38 VI. MAN AND NATURE ABORI- GINAL A battle with the blacks, wherein, unhappily, their leader fell, the white chief being seriously wounded ; and later, a valiant march across the blistered Austra- lian country ..... 49 Named to the Governorship of South Australia in 1841, aged 29; held it until 1845, and during that period rescued the Colony from a state of chaos, setting it on the high road to prosperity. VII. PLANTING THE BRITON First principles of nation making ; a harvest in South Australia ; the witchcraft of Turner's wig ; the vanity of riches ; keeping the Anglo-Saxon ring ; strange human documents ; and a reference to Sir John Franklin .... 6z VIII. PICTURES IN BLACK AND WHITE Food, as man's leading motive; curing a witch doctor ; a problem of Kaffir women's ornaments ; ele- vating the native; a Tasmanian vi CONTENTS Appointed Gov- ernor of New Zea- land 1845, when the first Maori war was raging. Established peace and author- ity, and continued in office until 1854. Refused to pro- claim the constitu- tion first designed by the British Gov- ernment and Par- liament for New Zealand, and was given power to draw up another. study; a new Sabine story; the Aborigine and his surroundings ; lastly, McFarland's elopement. . 72 IX. OVER-LORD OF OVER-SEAS Lamech's slogan and the task of still- ing it in Zew Zealand ; with, arising therefrom, martial chronicles of Hongi, Heke, and Kawiti, Maori chiefs, and of the taking of the 'Bat's Nest' stronghold ... 85 X. 'TWIXT NIGHT AND MORN An Easter scene and earlier ; on tramp with Selwyn ; the kidnapping of Rauparaha ; Rangihaeta cajoled into road making; how the Maoris rubbed noses ; and the boycott as peace-maker 98 XI. THE THRILL OF GOVERNING Knight and esquires ; a secret of em- pire ; the tragedy of the naval lieu- tenant ; Patoune's fallen-out tooth ; to the hills for New Zealand's con- stitution ; playing 'cock-fight' ; and repulsing the Ngatipoa . . .no First Governor- XII. IN THE QUEEN'S NAME ship of Cape Colony 1854 to Showing the management of another l8 Two dramatic danger spot of the realm, to which events of it were picture there come in, details of the vii THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL the rising of the Kaffirs, at the call of a girl re- garded as a Mes- siah ; and the de- flection to India, where the Mutiny had broken out, of the troops on their way to Lord Elgin in China. Re-called from the Cape in 1859, because the Gov- ernment at home disapproved of his action in endeav- ouring to federate South Africa. Reinstated, but with orders to drop his federation plans ; and re- mained at Cape Town until 1861. winning of the African natives to the Queen, a comedy of witch- craft and widows, and a German Legion difficulty .... 123 XIII. OCEANA AND A PROPHETESS From the plight of Sir John Her- schel in London, to the stir made in South Africa by Nongkause, a Kaffir girl turned Messiah ; and between pages Sandilli, Mosele- katsi, Bishop Colenso, and Bishop Wilberforce 136 XIV. A SAVIOUR OF INDIA The activities of a hunter, prelude to a narrative of how a British military force, under orders for one theatre of war, was boldly diverted to another ; incidentally the bearding of Moshesh ; and a queer Pax Britannica 148 XV. AYE DREAMING AND DOING The effort to federate South Africa ; the gathering in of the Pacific, in- volving visits to New Caledonia and Norfolk Island; the Irish girl as empire builder ; a meeting with Macaulay; and Prince Alfred at the Cape ... .161 viii CONTENTS Second Gover- norship of New Zealand, 1861- 1867. Second Maori war. XVI. THE FAR-FLUNG LINE BATTLE- Active in English public life 1868 to 1870 ; and in Aus- tralasian affairs from 1870 to 1894. Was Premier of New Zealand 1877 to 1879, so achiev- ing the unique dis- tinction of ruling, in that capacity, a country of which he had twice been Governor. Died, London, Septembei 19, 1898. Buried in St. Paul's Cathedral, September 26. Two Kings of Maoriland, Te Whero Whero and Tawhiao ; Sir John Gorst and the newspaper battle, 1 Lonely Sparrow on the House- Top ' v. ' Giant Eagle Flying; Aloft ' ; the storming of Wereroa Pa; and an escape from an am- bush 172 XVII. FOR ENGLAND'S SAKE Keeping the painter from being cut ; an election contest at Newark ; a visit from Mr. Mundella ; the pacifying of the tribes ; and finally the golden legend of Hine-Moa the Maori maiden .... 184 XVIII. A FATHER OF FEDERATION A word on Mr. Gladstone, and many words on Anglo-Saxon federation, the ideas underlying it, elements making for it, and the benefits which would follow in its train 195 XIX. WAITING TO GO Backward and forward, being farther memories, one telling of a tryst with Dean Stanley ; then, an ex- position of simple faith and the romance of death, as leading to the Hereafter .... 205 ix 7 PERSONAL AND PARTICULAR 6 PERHAPS there is something in old age that likes to have a young mind clinging to it.' Sir George Grey was speaking of the famous people he had known in his youth long, long before. He struck an inner note of nature which is surely equally valid the other way ? Whenever I think of the remark, I am inclined to discover one reason why I came to know Sir George so well. I met him, as I have met other characters of English story in our own day. You go into these great waters, seeking that all who care may know. You cry across them, answer comes back or it does not, and there endeth the lesson, until the next time. It was different with Sir George Grey. He hauled me straight in-boa'rd, saying, ' Now, call upon me often, and we'll talk mankind over. Going by myself, no two people can meet without being a means of instruction to each other, to say nothing else. You are where the swing of events must be felt, and I am in the back-water of retirement. It B THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL may entertain us both, to study new subjects under old lights.' Thus flew many an hour, and many an evening, and the memory of them is green and grateful to me. Here was an incident, there a reflection, and always it was Sir George Grey intimate, whether in a frame large or small. It is the rivulets, babbling to the big stream, that really tell its tale, for without them it would not be ; and so with the river of life. Beside me, a scarred veteran looked back upon himself, hailing some venture from the mist of years. Again, it might be an event on the wing ; or the future, and him bending eagerly forward into its sunshine. We wrote things, he inspiring, I setting down, and by and by I exclaimed : ' Why, I am getting to be quite a depository of your memories and ideas.' At that he smiled, ' And who, do you fancy, would thank you for them ? ' Thus a portrait of Sir George grew with me, and I was for stroking it down somehow. * Oh well,' quoth he, < let's try and gather together what may be fresh, or suggestive, in my experiences, and yours be the blame. Whatever you do must have a certain spirit of action you know what I mean ! or nobody will look at it. You'll need to whisk along.' In Froude's phrase, the life of Sir George Grey had been a romance, and that was the road which caught me. No wonder, for it was a broad road, in the sense that his whole being was a romance. He $aw things beneath a radiant light, and he saw many 2 CHRONICLE AND SEER which to others would have been invisible. Nor, was his grasp of them less accurate, because he strained his eye most earnestly for what was most beautiful. The romantic element in his outlook gave colour, vividness, meaning to the unconsidered trifles in fine, you had a chronicle and a seer. On the one hand, then, I sought for the texts with a likely stir in them ; on the other for those of personality, streaked by affairs. The references were consulted, or Sir George's own words of old delved among ; and from his discourse there sprang a regular series of notes. * It's a kind of task,' he remarked once, * that might easily enough lend itself to vain- glory. We must avoid that.' If there is anything that could so be read, I alone am the sinner ; for with his memories there go my interpretation and appreciation of him. What should I do but write of Sir George Grey as I beheld him, of his career as one captured by it ? His nature, like every rich nature, had folds, but I only knew their warmth. With that, I step round the mountain side. B 2 HOME IS THE WARRIOR THINGS call to each other after the great silence has fallen, scenes come together, and that is how it seems here. A ship, bound on a far voyage, lay in Plymouth waters the day that the Queen succeeded to the throne. It was laden with an expedition for the new wonderland of the Australias, whither it duly sailed. As leader, the expedition had a young lieutenant of the 83rd Foot Regiment, George Grey. On a spring afternoon, fifty-seven years later, there landed at the same port, from a New Zealand liner, an aged man who received marked attention. He was as a gnarled oak of the wide-ranged British forest, and the younger trees bent in salute to him. It was Sir George Grey, returned finally to the Motherland, which had sent him forth to build nations. He had gone in a tubby wooden craft, the winds his carrier, across oceans that were pathless, except to the venturer. He returned by steam, through seas which it had tamed to the churn and rumble of the 4 THE QUEEN'S COMMANDS screw. What thought in the contrasting pictures of the world ! The two Englands might have met each other in the street, and passed, strangers. ' From the windows of my hotel at Plymouth,' Sir George recalled, * I watched the citizens proclaim the young Queen. Who among them could have imagined the glorious reign hers was to be ? It was to surpass in bounty of achievement all foretelling.' Now, he would meet, for the last time, the Sovereign who, like himself, had tended the rise of Oceana. This was at Windsor, to which he had summons soon after he reached England. He had been exalted a member of the Privy Council, and must be sworn in by the Queen. The tribute was cheerful to him, since the very nature of it set seal upon his services to the Empire. The longing for some word of England's remembrance had assuredly been in his heart, which had often been left desolate. It was all rapture to England, like a child's to its mother. * For mere honours themselves,' was his broad attitude thereon, C I entertain no special regard. A title to one's name, a red ribbon, or something else, what are they but baubles, unless there is more ? What more ? Why, they hand down a record of the public work that a person may have endeavoured to perform. In that respect they should have esteem, being the recognition of efforts to serve Queen and people. 4 Nothing could be more unfortunate than that a country should neglect services rendered to it. The 5 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL loss is its own, because, apart from justice to the individual, his example is not kept alive to encourage others coming after. In so far, then, as that reasoning may apply to myself not very far, perhaps I do sincerely value any honours I have received. Not otherwise ; and it is easy to understand that a distinc- tion, granted without adequate cause, might exercise a really pernicious effect upon the tone of a nation.' While Sir George awaited the Queen's commands at Windsor, she sent him them. He was not to go on his knees, a usual part of the ceremony of swearing in a Privy Councillor. She had remembered, with a woman's feeling, that here was a patriarch, nimble no longer. The meeting between Queen and servant was stately, in that they were the two people who linked most intimately Great and Greater Britain. To them Oceana was a living, sentient thing, not merely a glorious name and expanse. It had squalled in their ears. They could go back to the beginnings, could witness the whole panorama of the Colonies unroll itself. They stood for the history of a high endeavour, which had been nobly crowned. Oft, there had been weary clouds across the sky, not seldom heavy darkness. But the sun was kept shining, and finally all had become light. Oceana was grown up, and she gathered the four corners of her robe into that Windsor audience chamber. Of the Queen's order Sir George had the simple deliverance, * It showed how careful Her Majesty is 6 SOVEREIGN AND PEOPLE to manifest a strong consideration for all those who come in contact with her, a most taking quality in a Sovereign.' Yet, for the first time in his life, he was to disobey that Sovereign. Nothing, not even her protest of l No, no,' could stop him from getting down on his knees, as if he had been a younger subject. The infirmities were conquered by his desire to pay to the Queen that reverence and loyalty which had always been hers. The bonds of age were burst, although his quaint complaint about himself that very evening was, c You know I want a minute or two to get in motion.' Despite bowed shoulders and rusty joints, he still had something of the lithe, strenuous carriage of his youth. In his dignity of manner, there almost seemed to you a glimpse of the gallant age when forbears had gone whistling to the headsman. He was of a line which counted in English history, which among its women had a Lady Jane Grey. His mother, with the mother's wistful love and pride, had traced that line for him. He was not deeply moved, unless by the romance and the tragedy that gathered about it. But the aristocrat abode in the democrat, nature's doing. He was of the people in being whole-souled for them ; he was not by them. Verily, he had been through the winters in their interest. The ripe harvest was in his hair, which had become thin above a face, rugged with intellect ; over a broad, decisive brow, strewn with furrows. It was a head of 7 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL uncommon shape, with bumps and a poise, indicating at once the idealist and the man of action. There it spoke truly, for Sir George was both ; the two were one in him. The chief secret of his personality seemed to rest in his eyes, and it was in them you met the dreamer of dreams. ( So I was often called,' he would mention, * and the answer is to hand. Many of the dreams which I dreamt have been realised ; that knowledge has been permitted me. Whether it is any comfort I'm not sure, because, after all, my dreams are not nearly exhausted. 4 Dreaming dreams ! I trust that Englishmen will never cease to do that, for otherwise we should be falling away from ourselves. To dream is to have faith, and faith is strength, whether in the individual or in the nation. Sentiment ! Yes, only sentiment must remain, probably, the greatest of human forces governing the world.' The store, reflected in Sir George's eyes, was what gave him his control over men. In those depths, blue as a summer sky, were many lights, which caught Robert Louis Stevenson and were comprehended of him. The return observation was, *I never met anybody with such a bright, at moments almost weird, genius-gifted eye, as that of Stevenson.' Sir George could fire imagination in the most ordinary mortal, carrying him off into enchanted realms. He sailed to strange skies, a knight-errant of a star, and he could tow the masses with him. He lifted them 8 OF LORD ROSEBERY out of themselves, and put a label on their vague yearnings. They had imagination, the instinct up- ward, and were grateful to have it discovered. The poetry of Sir George's nature flavoured his language, alike in manner of delivery and turn of phrase. It had a quaint old-world style ; it fell slowly, in a low, soothing voice. He might have spent his days in the cloister, rather than in the din of hammering up hearths for the Anglo-Saxon. Perhaps it was that he had talked so long to the hills of Oceana, catching their simplicity and music. You were reminded of the measured English of an old and lovable book, just as you grew used to read in his face what he was to say, before the words had begun to flow. Never was there a face more quick to reflect the mind, more pliable to humour, more luminous at some stirring idea or deed, more indignant at the bare notion of a wrong inflicted, softer at the call of sympathy. Sir George had travelled to Windsor with the Earl of Rosebery, then Prime Minister, and that was an agreeable memory. Being asked what character- istics he noted as most prominent in the Premier, he replied : * Oh, his extraordinary readiness at seeing the humorous side of anything, his almost boyish love of fun. He seems to have a power of dismissing the weight of public affairs, of diverting himself with the playfulness of youth.' Sir George was living in Park Place, St. James's, and on returning from Windsor the Premier drove him there. His rooms were at THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL Number 7, and here the street ended in a sharp incline, with somebody's yard beyond. Sir George suggested that the coachman should stop, and let him down at a point where the horses could readily turn. < Not at all,' Lord Rosebery insisted, * I'll drive you to the door and we'll manage to turn somehow.' A trifle anxious, Sir George waited on his doorstep to see how this was to be done. ' Quick of eye,' he related, * the coachman dis- cerned the possibilities of the yard at the top of the incline. Accordingly, he whipped into it, wheeled round, and trotted gently away past me. There sat the Premier in the carriage, waving his hat in a triumph, the fun of which quite infected me.' Sir George appreciated kindly attentions the more, in that he was himself a king in courtesy, with his heart ever on the latch. He estimated the side of Lord Rosebery's character, thus manifested, to be among the best ornaments he could have. c It seems clear to me,' were his words, 'that he is a man of sincerity and simple nobility, one who wishes with all his heart to do what he can for his fellow men.' That was Sir George's test of all public effort, as it had been what he applied to himself. There could be none higher. Mere weight of years, could not quench the ardour and hope which had always burned so brightly in Sir George Grey. As well expect him to forget that chivalrous manner of his, bewitcher of the veriest 10 FAREWELL TO FROUDE stranger. He would find his tall hat, search out his staunch umbrella, and convoy the visitor forth, when the hour of parting had arrived. Nothing less would suffice him, and as to his company, it was a delight for ever. Another veteran might have been lonely with a younger generation knocking at the door, indeed in full possession. He was not ; he strode in the van with the youngest. Yet he felt, perhaps, the void time had wrought in the circle of his friends. He held the fort silently, while the long scythe cut another swathe very near him. He heard that his friend, James Anthony Froude, who had been lying ill in Devonshire, was steadily losing strength. c 1 have made inquiries about him, poor fellow,' he murmured, c but now I must telegraph for the latest particulars. He and I are old companions, and I have liking and admiration for him. When he visited me at my island of Kawau, off the New Zealand coast, we had a capital while together. He wanted to ask me, if I approved the manner in which he had written Carlyle's life, a subject that brought him a good deal of criticism. My reply was that I believed Carlyle would have wished to be presented just as he was ; not a half picture, but complete, for that would ultimately make him appear all the greater.' Somewhat before his illness, Froude published a book, and the London daily paper which Sir George Grey took in, had a handsome review of it. * I'll send the cutting to Froude,' he declared ; * it will do him n THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL good to know that his latest writings are thoroughly appreciated.' Within a few days, he had news from Devonshire that Froude had been able to have part of the article read to him, and that he was gratified by it. Sir George was happy at his little service having carried so well, and mentioned a larger one which Froude had wished to render him. ' Hardly was I in England this time,' the history of it ran, c than I had a letter from Froude, intimating how glad he would be to put my name forward for that high distinction, the Oxford honorary degree. This gave me a grand chance to rally him, since I was already in possession of the honours of Oxford and Cambridge. Those of the former I received after my first administration of New Zealand, those of the latter when I was re-called from South Africa. At Oxford, the students, with riotous zest, sang the " King of the Cannibal Isles," which, more or less, I had been. Froude had forgotten all that, but he agreed that no man could hope to have such a treat twice in a lifetime.' It would have been curious if Sir George, a maker of British Parliaments, had not found his way to their cradle at Westminster. He had himself been a candidate for membership, but the House of Com- mons was only to know him as a visitor. ' Why,' he said, * I met Adderley, now in the Lords, who once wanted to impeach me. Perhaps I deserved to be impeached I don't remember ! but anyhow we had a very agreeable chat about old days.' Sir George, as a 12 LORD ROBERT CECIL Privy Councillor, had been escorted to the steps of the throne in the House of Lords. There he met again the Marquis of Salisbury, who, as Lord Robert Cecil, had stood up for him, years and years before, in the Commons, even to the extent of criticising the English of Bulwer Lytton's despatches. When he went to Australasia, to fortify his health and study the New World, he was the guest, for a period, of Sir George in New Zealand. * Some of his friends,' said the latter, ' were great friends of mine ; for example, Beresford Hope, who founded the " Saturday Review," and Cook, who edited it. Lord Robert was tall and slight, and, when he came to New Zealand, not at all strong. While he was with me, he saw a good deal of the manner in which a Colony was conducted, and of the relation- ships between it and the Mother Country. He would read the despatches that I wrote and received, and generally made a study which may have proved useful to him in his subsequent career. * As I recollect Lord Robert Cecil in New Zea- land, he was not more fond of exercise than Lord Salisbury appears to be to-day, always being studious. He did not care to take long walks, but once I per- suaded him, with another young Englishman, to go and see the beautiful Wairarapa Valley. They walked there and back, and on the last evening, while return- ing, were caught in a terrific rain-storm. They sought the shelter of some rocks, contrived to make a fire, and over it dried their shirts.' '3 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL Nothing afforded Sir George more genial occu- pation than a talk about books or politics, the latter always on the lofty ground to which, somehow, he could at once lift them. He had a knack of taking a question and shaking it on to your lap. You had it, as you never quite had it before, and to your fasci- nated ear the version seemed the only possible one. The secret was that Sir George laid hold of the kernel of a subject, and worked outwards an expositor, not a controversialist. When evening waned he would turn to Epictetus, and then to a well-thumbed New Testament. It was the hour of meditation. 4 1 have studied the New Testament in various languages,' he said, ' thus getting more insight of it than I could have got through a single language. Never, during my early exploring work, was I with- out my New Testament to comfort and sustain me. The Sermon on the Mount is the great charter of mankind, its teachings the highest wisdom for all times and all climes. It and other pieces, which I might select, are of exceeding beauty and full of guidance and counsel. They inculcate in the human heart a love of one's fellows, irrespective of colour.' He read that teaching into the happier London which greeted him, after an absence of more than twenty-five years. At last, the museums and art galleries were really open to the people, who thronged them, drinking in knowledge. He noted the children playing in the parks, and they were better dressed, the parks themselves better kept. You can judge a H A BRIGHTER LONDON nation by the state of its children's boots, and these had fewer holes. The poor London had, and ever would have, but she was not the callous mother of other years. She felt for those who were down. Sir George would ride by 'bus, except, indeed, when in pursuit of some volume for that beloved library at Auckland. Then, nothing would satisfy his eagerness but hot foot and back with the trophy, scanning its pages in his scholar's joy. But a-top the 'bus was the working man, homeward bound, and he was getting more out of life. Manhood was in him, he evidently had at last a free, firm seat in the saddle of which Providence had always held the stirrup. The feeling of human brotherhood was wider, deeper, the benefits springing therefrom apparent all round. Penny fares were bringing classes into contact with each other, who were formerly as far divided as if they had lived in different planets. The London policeman's upheld hand, was an eloquent speech on the sacred meaning of law to a free people. Youth helped age to a seat in a public vehicle, and the brick- layer quenched the fire of his pipe because the smoke annoyed a lady sitting behind him. Sir George would have built a bricklayer's statue on the best site that London could provide. Not that he was fond of statues, unless they happened likewise to be art ; but that such a one would have carried its meaning. There was already a statue of himself at Cape Town, and his Auckland admirers had a scheme for another. 15 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL ' No doubt they'll take care it does you justice,' he was joked. 4 Well, I don't know,' he answered, a smile puckering his face, ' but perhaps they should wait until I'm gone. They might want to pull it down again, if I did not behave all right. Now, that would hurt my feelings.' 16 YOUTH THE BIOGRAPHER ONE to whom the beyond is near, who has the kindled vision, probably best sees the life he has lived, in the beginnings child, boy, and youth. There are no smudges on that mirror. The stage of being which we call childhood had an endless charm for Sir George Grey, and often that drew him back to his own early years. The little child, a bundle of prattling innocence, still on the banks of the world's highway, like a daisy nodding into the flying stream, was in his sight almost a divinity. Here was the most beautiful, the most perfect manifestation of the Creator ; an atmosphere where the wisest felt themselves the babes. ' You are the one Englishman living,' Olive Schreiner, when in England, wrote to Sir George before calling upon him, c of whom I should like to say that I had shaken his hand.' But it would not, she continued, be the first time they had met, for, during his rule of Cape Colony, he had visited the mission station where her parents dwelt. She thought this was while Prince Alfred was 17 c THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL on his tour in South Africa ; anyhow, when she was an infant, a few months old, ailing, hardly expected to live. The Governor took her in his arms, saying, as her mother related to her, ' Poor little baby ! is it so ill ? ' 'When the other children teased me,' Olive Schreiner had her triumph from the incident ' I could say to them, " Ah, but you were not held in the arms of Sir George Grey ; " and that was safe to bring about an increased respect on their part to- wards me.' Taking his walks in Kensington Gardens, Sir George would make friendships among the small people whose nursery coaches are there the swell of a thoroughfare. On the second occasion of meeting he might be expected, with a fine show of mystery, to produce a toy from his pocket. ' It's so easy,' he remarked, ' to convert these gardens into a fairy-land for some child whose name you only know because the nurse told it you.' Then, a favourite would not be met one day, or the next, and Sir George would feel a blank in his walk. At his own fireside, a girlie with rosy, dimpled cheeks, straightway made him her subject, by the simple trust with which she took his outstretched hand, cuddled on to his knee, and sat enthroned. She confirmed a victory, that he regarded as all his, in a most faithful treatment of tea-cakes, protesting at every mouthful, { Oh, no, I sha'n't be ill ; I wont be ill ! ' 18 THE MYSTERY OF LIFE It had been the same when Sir George was among the Aborigines of Australia, for the children promptly made friends with him. The grown natives, never having seen a white before, had sense to be scared. Their bairns merely had intuition, and it took them to Sir George's side, which, again, brought in the parents. Studying a portrait of his own father he mused : ( The child that has never known both parents, must be conscious of having missed part of its inheritance in the world.' He had been thus robbed, a few days before his birth, by the slaughter at Badajoz, where Colonel Grey fell, a gallant soldier, scarce past thirty. To a problem which the youngest child carries lightly, Sir George had given much thought, namely, * Of what does human life consist ? what are its elements ?' Thereon he had the deliverance : c Quite early in my own life, I formed the opinion that we had neglected to consider an element of exist- ence ; that besides the solids and the fluids there was ether. It seemed to me that ether played a very impor- tant part, alike in the creation and the maintenance of life. That was the everlasting ingredient, the something which never perished, but went on and on, the soul in the body of flesh and blood. Brought into contact with various eminent men, I was happily able to discuss such vital questions with them.' Sir George's mother first set him thinking, and he had a recollection of learning the Lord's Prayer 19 02 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL from her. Indeed, his earliest mental problem arose from the opening words, * Our Father, which art in Heaven.' ' I took the " which art in " to be all one word, and puzzled over its possible meaning. The circum- stance was a light to the obstacles that beset a child's mind, and a lamp to parents in training that mind. Never was there a mother more fitted than mine, for the glorious responsibilities of motherhood. Very highly educated, she added Latin to her other accom- plishments, in order that she might teach the language to me. She had married a second time, and my step- father, a wise and large-hearted man, one of the best men I have ever known, also bestowed much care on my upbringing.' As a little fellow he had lived a good deal in London with relations, a family of whom had a house near Hyde Park. He could call up, from the farthest caverns of his memory, a Sunday forenoon on which he was carried off to church, because there was nobody at home, except the servants, to look after him. c What West End church it may have been I cannot tell,' Sir George said, * but I imagine the one the household usually attended. The other detail that a fire burned in our pew, did impress itself defi- nitely upon my mind. I was at least big enough to lift a poker, and what must I do but seize that instrument, and set to scraping the fire, to the confusion of those with me. Perhaps the idea of a fire in a church pew 20 THE ORANGE STALL may be deemed curious at this date, so much later. But why not ? It was really a great boon to those worshippers whom delicacy of health might otherwise have kept at home. For, of course, there was then no better means of warming a church. ' The house of another London relative was in Lombard Street, looking on to Old Change Alley, and there, likewise, I was a pet. A store of books filled one of the rooms, and it was my delight, having already learned to read, to pick out diverting volumes. There were accounts of the travels of Captain Cook and other explorers, and these quite caught my fancy. I felt I should like to travel, when I grew up, and this glimmering idea was advanced by the contem- plation of a fruit stall that did business in Change Alley. I marvelled from whence came the oranges and bananas, and I whispered to myself, u I'll go where they grow." : Some afternoon, Sir George journeyed down to Lombard Street, in order to revisit his ancient shrine. He returned triumphant with the news, * Would you believe it ? I have found many of those old books just where they were, so very long ago. Dear me ! the discovery almost took my breath away, and a sort of lump was in my throat.' And the orange stall ? Aye, even it lingered ; at least there was still a stall in Change Alley. London had not rolled over it. The romance of war descended to Sir George Grey on his mother's side, as well as from his father. She was daughter to a military officer, whose exploit 21 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL at the siege of Gibraltar she recited to her boy. It was that of a derring-do soldier. He happened to be on leave, from his duties at the fortress, when the famous siege began. He hurried to the neighbourhood, laid hold of a boat, and actually rowed through the Spanish fleet. The British garri- son gave him a tremendous reception, and the officers marked his feat by the gift of a gold snuff-box. He was thrice welcome : for himself, for the coolness with which he had broken the blockade, and for the news he brought from the outside. The precious snuff-box descended to Sir George Grey, an heirloom that suggested an adventure of his own. He was sent to a school at Guildford in Surrey, and he ran away from it. He found the teaching all towards the classics, making for Oxford or Cambridge, and afterwards for a learned profession. His real nature, as modelled chiefly by his mother, was in the direction of public service, with, he hoped, some stir in it. The escape from the school he always related, as if the pages of Robert Louis Stevenson were open in his hand at the flight of Alan Breck among the heather. * I was determined to get home and tell my folks what I wanted to do. Moreover, the walled play- grounds, the being shut in from nature, the walking in line at exercise these things were insupportable to me. It was like keeping a boy's spirit and imagina- tion in prison, instead of allowing them free com- munion with the world around. Farther, I was angry at boys having been put over me, for their 22 A FLIGHT FROM SCHOOL knowledge of classics, who were perfectly ignorant of the higher branches of knowledge at which I had been working. " Clever but idle " was usually the character I got at school. They didn't understand me, for I studied one subject while they wanted to test me by others. * Well, accompanied by a boy friend, I climbed over the wall of the school at Guildford, and made for home. My step-father's place was at Bodiam, about twelve miles from Hastings, and between Bodiam and my London relatives I had lived before going to Guildford. But at this time, if my memory does not mislead me, the family were at Eastbourne. In that case my destination would have been Eastbourne, and I know the route taken was by Brighton. We had left as darkness was falling, and I'm afraid we hadn't much money for the journey. That scarcely mattered, however, since we were walking, therefore having no outlay unless for food. We slept a night under the cliffs at Brighton, and I don't doubt we slept very soundly. Boys do, anywhere. People were kind to us, and when asked, we made no secret of the fact that we were fleeing from school. * It had been arranged, between my companion and myself, that I should take him into our house. At Eastbourne, which we reached sorely tired, our insurgent spirits somewhat calmed, we had quite a lively reception. There appeared to be, on the part of the younger members of the family, a fear lest we should be instantly executed. Nothing so dreadful 23 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL happened. The other boy was put into communica- tion with his friends, and I had a long holiday. By and by, under the charge of a friend, I returned to Guildford to make explanation and excuse. That done, I went visiting more relations at Cheltenham I had a lot altogether, you see ! and there I was brought under the influence of Whately, later the renowned Archbishop of Dublin.' The boyish spirit kept alive in Sir George, and in that respect he had a surpassing encounter. He spent holiday hours in the Natural History Museum at South Kensington, near which he resided after leaving St. James's. There was hardly an animal, or bird, that he could not instruct you upon ; but his delight was to watch the streams of happy visitors. As he sat thus of an afternoon, half a dozen boys gathered round a specimen from animal-land placed near by. Boys have few doubts, but these lads had theirs as to the identity of the beast. They noticed Sir George, and a delegate approached him with the request, ' Please, sir, can you tell us the name of this creature ? ' He turned in the direction indicated, and found, strangely enough, that the specimen was one which he had sent home from the far south, during his naturalist's work there. He named it, and the lad followed up, ' Where did it come from ? ' ; getting the answer. Next, c Who killed it ? ' A pucker gathered upon Sir George's face, and he hesitated, arguing with BOYS, OLD AND YOUNG himself, * If I tell them, they'll think me an impostor, and even discount the information I have given them. 7 But the inquisitor waited, and Sir George could do no better than ' Frankly, you know, I believe, I killed it myself.' c Here, you fellows ! ' the merry voice rang out ; ' he says he killed the beast ! Did you ever ? ' The other boys left the animal to stare at what they felt to be a greater curiosity. *Oh, yes,' Sir George addressed them, as they formed a half-circle before him, * what I have told you is quite true. But if you will listen, I'll relate the whole story, and then you can decide for yourselves.' He began the tale, the amused incredulity of the boys quickly vanished, and he never had a more atten- tive audience. When he had finished, his auditors raised their hats and caps with a hearty and convinced 4 Thank you, sir.' He gravely saluted them, as was his custom towards young and old, high and low, and then he fell a-dreaming. He was out walking in the pleasant English woods with Whately, learning from him the manner in which the ancient Britons lived, and how they dug for pig-nuts ; or Whately rubbed dry sticks against each other, the primeval manner of making fire. More, he concentrated, with a glass, the rays of the sun upon a handful of dry twigs, which at the bidding went ablaze. Still another picture ! 25 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL ' While I was at Cheltenham, Whately was court- ing a connexion of mine, who later became his wife. She put me through my tasks, and Whately would help her in that, I sitting between them. Did ever a boy at his lessons occupy a seat of such influence ? I suppose I could have commanded my own terms in reference to them, and perhaps I did. They were most pleasant for all concerned. My educa- tion altogether, as a boy, was not very systematic, but it was broad and useful.' Finally to Sandhurst, where Sir George did so well that the authorities had quite a special word for him ; and where one of the teachers, a Scotsman, gave him Bacon to read. With his military studies he combined others, working even to elucidate the Surrey remains of the Romans, whose glamour as rulers hit him. IF SAXON AND CELT IRELAND, which has sent so many of her own sons across the sea, was to exercise a real influence upon the going of Sir George Grey. He was, perhaps, in a special degree, kindly of thought and act towards Irishmen, fancying that as a race they had suffered, and liking their humour, buoyant against all odds. Several Irish political prisoners were released, after serving long sentences, and Sir George read an account, given by one of them, of the gaol experiences. Herein, complaint was made of the distress caused by the flash-flash of the turnkey's lantern, into the cells, all through the night. He went his rounds, and as he came to a cell door he flared his lantern inward by its little opening, making sure of the inmate. It was to the mind and nerves, what a red-hot wire would have been, driven into the body. Next morning Sir George said, * I could not sleep for thinking of that light, jab-jabbing the poor fellow in his cell. Nay, it appeared to be in my own bed- room, searching for my face and challenging me, " Are 27 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL you there ? Ha, ha, are you there ? " What an eerie torture, to a slumbering soul, in that recurrent flame from the prison darkness ! The thing stings and shocks me.' It gnawed. His heart was full, and perhaps also his mind with the idea, < Is it ours to impale the soul as well as the body of a fellow-creature ? Surely that is reserved for a higher tribunal ! ' The up-come of Ireland would provoke a story affecting Sir George Grey in a family sense. An ancestor, Ram by name, of his step-father had figured in a somewhat sudden meeting with Dean Swift. This was Sir George's telling of it : * Dean Swift, in a modest phaeton, happened to be jogging past Gorey, the residence of Ram. At that moment, out of the gate drove the more imposing carriage of the latter, and there was a collision. The Dean and his phaeton were thrown into the ditch, but neither, by good luck, suffered hurt. Instead of uttering words, which even the cloth might not have suppressed in some, the witty Dean shot these lines at Ram's apologetic confusion : Here's Ireland's pride and England's glory Upset by the great Ram of Gorey. The Ireland, to which Sir George's military duties introduced him, might have driven laughter from all but Irishmen. Turmoil and discontent gripped the land ; naked want was among the people. The green island smiled winsomely in the Atlantic, 28 IRELAND IN THE THIRTIES only to belie itself as an abode of happiness. Its plaintive atmosphere wisped round Sir George Grey, as a mist enwraps two walkers on a Scottish hill-side, sending them silent. He was young, sensitive, sympa- thetic, and environment moulded him, as already it had done in the larger island, also with its suffering masses. Sir George had extracts of memory which afforded a vivid idea of Ireland in the early Thirties. ' 1 was ' he picked out this incident ' a guest at a dinner where I heard the toast " The Protestant King and confusion to Roman Catholicism." Just reflect on what that meant ! Think of the injustice, the intoler- ance, the lack of ordinary human feeling thus put into a sentiment ! A Roman Catholic gentleman was present, and, knowing what was coming, he good- naturedly rose and left the room, observing that he would join the ladies. Yes, that was an Irish gentle- man ! * Again, my heart was wrung at what I witnessed, while in command of a party of soldiers, under orders to protect a tithe-collecting expedition. To me it appeared wrong, shameful, un-Christian, that money for a Church which preached the love of God and His Son towards mankind, should be wrung from the people by armed soldiers. More, it seemed to me nothing less than blasphemy, a mockery of all true religion, and I thought it terrible to have to bear a part in the business.' Yet, as ever among Celts, these shadows had edges of the lightsome. The tithe-gatherers would be 29 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL out to distrain in a particular parish, and find loads of the humble chattels, which they meant to seize, already carted over the boundary into the next parish. That, Sir George explained, was a familiar trick to play upon the tithe-gatherer, who could not budge beyond the phrasing of his warrant. It was a beating of the parish bounds, such as he could not always be prepared for. The peasants would stand in sanctuary, with quick, mocking tongues, pointing the finger of scorn. It was trying work for the soldiers of the people, since they had to forget that relationship. On such an affair Sir George, then a subaltern, made a report to his commanding officer, and it went wider than routine. He offered a frank account of the events attending the tithe-collecting, including the attitude of the peasantry, and the lessons that occurred to himself. These, the commanding officer did not desire, and he returned the report to the writer, desiring it to be made formal. * Sir,' was the subaltern's reply, * I have stated just what happened, and I should wish, with your permission, to abide by my report.' He awaited results with a mixed interest, but the farther history of that temerarious despatch he never learned. It may, or may not, have reached all concerned. Of the Irish race Sir George conceived the warmest opinion, holding them to be the owners of many virtues. Especially they were brotherly of nature, truly generous of heart, and chivalrous of action. He had one proof of the last quality in a 30 SMUGGLERS OF MAYO curious-falling in with some Mayo smugglers. What better evidence of the innate chivalry of a race, than to find them instinctively expect it in a stranger ? * There were,' he narrated, * very stringent regu- lations in Ireland, in regard to the illicit distilling of spirits. It was another disagreeable duty for soldiers that they had to accompany revenue officers in the search for stills. Now, I was very fond of shooting, and when the opportunity arose I would start off with my gun. The country folk might always be applied to for information as to the spots most likely to furnish a shot. They were perfect hosts to the Saxon as an individual, though otherwise to the Saxon engine of government. 4 Being abroad one day with my gun, I noticed a group of peasants at work in a field. Anxious for their counsel towards a bag, I jumped the wall into the field where they were. What was my astonish- ment to discover that I was in the midst of an illicit still ! You can imagine my position ! I, an officer holding the King's commission, had, as a private person, become aware of an offence against the law. My worry was so keen, over the awkward relationship in which I stood towards the party, that I expressed it. ( " It is," I said, " frequently my duty to protect preventive men, and if that duty were ever to bring me this way, you would feel that I had informed upon you." " No, no," was the answer in chorus, " you only protect the excise men, that forming part of your 31 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL duty ; you are not an informer but a protector, and we know you won't tell." They were good enough to emphasise this vote of confidence with an invitation that I should try their poteen. Naturally I declined, but in a manner, I hope, calculated not to wound their feelings.' This demeanour Sir George Grey carried into his office as a centurion of soldiers, at a date when the lash still plied viciously in the British army. He sat on a court-martial which had to try a private soldier for habitual drunkenness. As the youngest officer present, he was the first to be asked what the sentence ought to be. He suggested a light punish- ment, one that was not perhaps in harmony with ideas then prevalent as to the best manner of preserving military discipline. To him flogging was abhorrent, and entertaining that view, he had fallen into debate with brother officers. The sentence which he pro- posed caused a roar of laughter among some of the members of the court-martial. c Gentlemen,' inter- jected the general at the head of the table, c mercy is a very becoming characteristic of youth, and I do not understand this laughter.' That cut it short. Daniel O'Connell was at the height of his influ- ence in Ireland, and Sir George could look back on the military duties which once or twice brought him into the precincts of the Tribune. * Agitate, agitate, agitate,' a sympathetic Viceroy had written to O'Connell, upon the subject of Catholic emancipation, and an official stir followed. The DANIEL O'CONNELL Marquis of Anglesey, who led the cavalry at Water- loo, and lost a leg there, had not hesitated to utter his mind about Ireland. O'Connell unthinkingly read the letter at a meeting, and the Viceroy found him- self in trouble with his Government. That was within Sir George's memory ; but take, as touching O'Connell more intimately, an election meeting at Limerick, where the regiment was paraded to keep order. ' With a bitter satire, O'Connell introduced into his speech,' said Sir George, ' the story of the siege of Limerick. He eloquently told how the women of Limerick beat back the soldiers of William III. This was his shrewd method of getting at us soldiers, and he implied that, if necessary, the women of Limerick could beat back the soldiers of another English king. All we could do was to stand there, stiff as starch, while the stings fell from his caustic tongue. O'Connell was a splendid speaker, and he had a most inviting presence, an attractive personality altogether. Looking at him, you decided, " That's a capital fellow, a merry fellow to be with ; why, I should like to be a friend of his ! " The Irish peasant then, and of subsequent black years, was to Sir George a figure of pathos hard to match in history. When in England, just after his work as Pro-Consul had closed, he drew that figure, and its seeming doom, in tender words. Nay, he was feeling for all men so placed that no ray of hope dawned upon them from the cradle to the grave. 33 D THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL The Irish peasant could not press his children to his breast, with the knowledge of being able to leave them the very humblest heritage won from his toil. Fathers and children, they could merely hope to obtain the temporary use of a spot of land on which to exercise their industry. And what was the reward of all this labour ? Hardly enough could be retained, from the proceeds, to procure the meanest food, the most ragged of clothes. Denied all power of legislation, and of con- sidering and providing for his own necessities, as a citizen, the Irish peasant had lost the citizen's faculty, had become paralysed. He succumbed, almost without a struggle, to the fate brought him by famine, bred of evil days. He died on the mountain glens, along the sea coast, in the fields, in his cabin, after shutting the door. He died of starvation, though sometimes food was near, for he had even lost the hunger sense of the wild beast. It was a keen project with Sir George, in his last years, to re-issue from London his proposals on the problem of Ireland. He had not lost belief in the pamphlet, as a channel for spreading ideas. He liked it, as he liked a well-thumbed book which, being opened at a page, so remained, instead of shutting with a snap. And of his venture, which never came off, he meditated, * Might it not do good ? They don't seem, even now, to understand all these matters the real human nature of them. You hear talk of politics when it isn't politics at all, but men and women and 34 WORDS AND HISTORY children. Proceed on that principle and difficulties will quickly disappear.' He sought to brush aside any veil of words, of terms, which might confuse and darken problems. His study-story of some Irish estate, granted by Queen Elizabeth to an English nobleman, showed how language might determine history. He noted there, a force at work that tended to cloud the mind and influence the imagination, in considering such affairs. The estate was called 'a princely property,' and the new holder was the ' aristocratic owner of the soil.' He had ' extensive lands in England ; ' perhaps he had * the most beautiful demesne ' and ' the finest mansion ' in that country. If the Elizabethan land- lord, planted in Ireland, drove along the high road, he was described as the * noble occupant of the carriage.' Did he spend, on the improvement of his property, a little of the wealth won by the toil, privation, and suffering of others, why, he was credited with * un- bounded liberality.' So, down the centuries, the effect being that sympathy was involuntarily drawn to all this rank, wealth, and ease. Similarly, by an unconscious pro- cess of mind, there disappeared from the public eye the gaunt faces, the bent bodies, of those who gave to rank the means of wealth and ease. Contemplating the plight, to which the people of Ireland had fallen in his soldiering days, Sir George Grey exclaimed, < What intellect and power were lost to the nation ! What must have been the yearnings and agonies undergone 35 D2 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL by many noble minds, feeling capable of great things, perhaps even of rescuing their country from the misery in which it was sunk ! * Remove such people to a new atmosphere in the Colonies, where their natural attainments could have just scope, and behold a fairy change ! They would yield leaders of citizenship, men capable of shaping nations and legislatures, the laws of which the Old World would be glad to copy. Sir George could place the fruit of history, what had come about, in the remote basket of his hopes. From it there dated a reminiscence of Sir Hussey Vivian, his Commander-in-Chief in Dublin. Sir Hussey, who, with his dragoons, covered Moore's retreat on Corunna, knew Sir George's father in the Spanish Peninsula. Viewing the troublous Irish times, he had ordered that military officers should wear their uniform, whether on duty or not. Hand- some, genial, popular with everybody, a born soldier ; this was Sir George's appreciation of the man with whom he had the following adventure : * Accompanied by a brother officer I was strolling along in Dublin, neither of us in uniform, notwith- standing Sir Hussey's order. We were walking arm in arm when, on turning a corner, we espied him and his staff. What was to be done ? We did not relish the notion of being caught in mufti, and looked round for a door of escape. There was none, except flight, and we took to our heels. 4 The same night we each had a message from Sir SIR HUSSEY VIVIAN Hussey, begging us to call upon him at eleven o'clock next morning. We knew what that meant. Sir Hussey had been too quick for our flight. A trifle shamefaced, we duly presented ourselves at his quarters, and he talked to us for being abroad in plain clothes. * Our aspect of penitence won upon Sir Hussey. " If you had not bolted," he added after the lecture, " I'm not sure that I should have felt it necessary to summon you before me. But, frankly, I could not stand the notion that any of my officers should run away from me." There the matter amiably closed, and it was not till afterwards that I had an idea, which might have appealed to Sir Hussey's gift of humour. ' I should have advanced to him the plea that, at least, we ran away alone, not in better company. A twinkle would have shone in his eyes, for he eloped with the young lady who became his wife. He got her out of her home at Bath, through a window, and they were happy ever after.' To end a day happily was a maxim with Sir George, since it meant wisdom for the morrow. 37 p SOUTHWARD HO! Now, the morrow called Sir George Grey, as it calls most, whether they hear it or no. In him, boyish meditation had ever been braided by melancholy, a legacy of the shock with which his father's death burst upon his mother. As he grew up, this became a deep-seated pity for the suffering, wide and bitter, among the common people. His mother's care, his step-father's converse, fostered that feeling, and the service in Ireland, with its lurid emphasis of the misery he had seen in England, determined him in quite a definite way. A valley of despair moaned in his ear. *Can nothing,' he reflected with himself, 'be done for this canker, this wretchedness ? Not much, from the inside, it may be, for the evil has too firm a grip. But down there, in the far south, is a new world ! Surely it has the secret of sweeter, freer homes ; surely in those new countries lie better possibilities ? Yes, there the future has its supreme chance, there is the field for a happier state of existence ! All can be given a chance, and in the spacious view, it will be planting 38 A NO-MAN'S LAND posts of an Anglo-Saxon fence which shall prevent the development of the New World from being interfered with by the Old World.' It was an abounding moment at which to be taken into partnership for the carrying forward of the universe. Half the globe, as we are intimate with it to-day, was then unknown, and North- West Australia was a no-man's land, saving to the Aborigines. It was believed by geographers that a big river, artery to an immense area of Australia, must here drain into the sea. A Government expedition, as head of which Sir George Grey was selected, should determine this, and familiarise the Aborigines with the British name and character. ' It's odd,' Sir George said, * to reflect that in the latitudes, for which we were bound, human beings were everywhere eating one another. There was a patch of settled civilisation at the Cape, a lighthouse beaming into those seas, and that was about all. The full glow had to arrive from the north, seeing that south of a line, drawn from the Cape to Australia and New Zealand, there was only the Antarctic wilder- ness. * You had ice in such parts as the savage could not inhabit ; bleakness eternal, with no promise of help in raising him to a higher life. Mostly, in the history of mankind, civilisation has grown in upon a country from several quarters. The contrary should be noted in respect to the lands, which, as we left Plymouth, seemed to us so attractive, so full of 39 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL promise for generations yet unborn. We were to test that promise, and Darwin's Beagle y having brought him home from a voyage, was to bear us on another.' Sir George already knew Darwin enough to be a frequent caller on him in London. They discussed evolution, and a host of subjects in which Darwin manifested an interest. Sir George's vignette of him was that he was one of the most amiable men it were possible to conceive. He was closely occupied with his own work, but that did not prevent him from being an informed observer of other things. ' Of the advantages of association with master intellects,' Sir George would say, ' I sought to make the best use. The three men who exercised most influence on me were Archbishop Whately, Sir James Stephen, and Thomas Carlyle, names which I revere. They denote characters who adorned the nation, and as for Carlyle, I can only describe him as a profoundly great figure. When I think of him, I immediately fly to Babbage, the inventor of the famous calculating machine. And Fm afraid I smile.* The link lay in certain experiences which befell Carlyle and Babbage in the streets of London. The coincidence was notable, and, farther, Sir George thought it strange that each great man should have made him confidant. But he had delighted in receiv- ing the confidences, proofs of their friendship, and with a mixture of gravity and amusement he had consoled the martyrs. 40 CARLYLE'S ORDEAL * Being,' he entered upon the tale, c once intro- duced to Carlyle's company, I think by Sir Richard Owen, it was my delight, during any spell in London, to visit him at Chelsea. Perhaps, as the matter has been long under review, I may remark that, to an out- sider, no want of harmony was apparent, in the relations between Carlyle and his wife. You were not con- scious of any element of that description ; assuredly I was not, and I prefer to cling to that impression. Carlyle would sit at the right side of the fire, through an evening, I on his left, and we would talk on all manner of topics. I should most accurately describe our talk by saying that we philosophised. Or, we might read a little ; he was a loving reader. ' Carlyle believed, with truth, that I had been influenced by his teachings, and if only for that reason he may have been rather fond of me. We lift our hats to ourselves, as reflected in somebody else. I had a regard for him as a man, I gladly looked up to him, though that did not block out differences of opinion ; and altogether we got on admirably. During one of those fireside talks, he detailed to me an incident, which quite hurt his feelings. ' He had a horse then, and was in the habit of riding out for exercise, almost every afternoon. He was never very artistic in his manner of dressing, and for horseback he had a long and singular fur coat, which enfolded his legs. Between Chelsea and Maida Vale, some boys were attracted by this quaint figure astride a horse. Not knowing in the least, who 41 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL it was, they shouted at Carlyle ; he spoke some- thing to them in reproof and passed on. 1 But next day, at the same place, there were the boys again, and not content with mocking Carlyle, they threw pebbles at him. He did not sustain any injury, but he mentioned the matter to me with a sore heart, as indicative of the condition of the youth of the country, for want of the better educational opportunities, of which he was so earnest an advocate. * As to Babbage, also a very gifted mind, he had Saturday evenings at home, and a person invited to one, was welcome ever after. His warfare against street musicians is history, and what I have to tell is one campaign of it. A German band was in the habit of annexing a position before his house, and treating him to its music. He might be deeply immersed in his work, when up would come this band, a trying disturbance to him. To be quit of the musicians he gave them money, with the inevitable thanks that they returned, seeking to be paid again, in order to depart once more. ' Babbage got tired of that sort of thing, refused to fee the Germans any longer, and ordered them to go and play somewhere else. They refused, and he, worn out by their music, left his study to seek a policeman and have them moved on. Like Carlyle, he dressed quaintly, and, moreover, at the moment, he was bareheaded. Not seeing a policeman, from his doorstep, he walked into the street to search for one. 1 Babbage's dispute with the band soon collected a 42 BABBAGE IN TORMENT small crowd, eager to witness the fun. It is impossible for me, to say if those forming it, knew the mathematician or not. That would depend on the elements of the gathering, whether local or casual, and who can determine the point in a city like London ? A crowd gathers and disperses here, as the wind plays with a volume of dust on a March day. But, anyhow, the onlookers favoured the band against Babbage, and they let their views be understood, by pelting him with mud. Still, he held to his purpose, routed out a policeman, and had the band driven off. That time, at all events, he was able to resume his calculations without molestation.' It was a far cry, from these home-keeping transac- tions, to that outermost fringe of British dominion for which Sir George Grey found himself sailing : What time with hand and heart aglow The sower goeth forth to sow. The cabin Darwin had occupied on the clumsy Beagle, was his home from Plymouth to the Cape. Instead of sleeping in a bunk he swung a hammock, which he regarded as the better sea-going bed. Though no yacht in heels, the Beagle had her own qualities for rough weather, and she behaved loyally towards her passengers. All the water supply had to be carried in casks, with the effect, under a blazing sun, that it soon grew bad. The ship called at South America, where Sir George had his first revelation of nature, as she blooms in the gorgeous tropics. The 43 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL colour, richness, luxuriance, dazzled him ; the more so that he had not read any description of the tropics, which adequately conveyed the sentiments they inspired. He walked on shore of an evening, and the feelings engendered in him by the scene were wild, of a truth indescribable. He turned from the luxuriant foliage, to the stars aflame above, and he followed the fireflies as they danced. The woods were vocal with the hum of insect life, and balm loaded the breezes as they blew softly. These things at first oppressed his senses as so novel, so strange, that his mind almost hovered between the realms of fact and fancy. * And you ask me of the sea,' he chatted ; ' to which I answer that it has always made an impression on me, best described as a mixture of awe and gladness. I was very conscious, during that long voyage by sail, of the presence and majesty of the Maker. I felt, standing on the deck of the Beagle, as if I were sur- rounded by some awful but beneficent power. The grandeur of the sea must make a reflective man religious, as its weirdness might breed superstition in the youthful, or the credulous.' What wonder, he reasoned as he sailed, that a sailor should be superstitious ? He was separated in boyhood from his home, before he had forgotten the ghost stories of childhood. While the simple heart still loved to dwell upon the marvellous, he was placed amid all the marvels of the sea. In the dark, out of the howl of wind and din of waves, he would hear 44 SEA AND SAILOR strange shrieks piercing the air. By him would float huge forms, dim and mysterious, from which fancy was prone to build strange phantoms. Ships might come and ships might go ; the sea must ever hold sway over the sailor man, a mistress to be loved and feared. * Sailors,' he added, * are not a religious class, so called, but I believe they are sincerely religious in their own manner. Poor Jack has faith that he is being guarded by some supreme power suited to the protection of the sailor. He does not seek to analyse that power ; he simply believes that it will attend him in the hour of peril. And that is how all nature's giant works affect you, when once you are clear of the help of man. You have a perfect reliance upon the unseen, and there follows a calm, sweet solace, which you cannot express. No doubts enter, when you are confronted with the great spirit, which seems to preside over virgin nature. * But my emotions on the Beagle were as a flood. Here I was sailing to a quarter of the world which the Creator, in His goodness, had provided for the sup- port and happiness of men. Yet they did not know actually what it was like ; the inheritance was still unexplored. And that land of North- West Australia was to be all my own, to designate as I wished. My feeling might be compared to that of a child waiting for a new toy. It gave rise to an ardent expecta- tion. * Behind was the despair of thousands, without the necessaries of life or the prospect of them ; a night- 45 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL mare of darkness that haunted me. But in front, as I trusted, lay lands which should afford mankind another start. Why, the busy brains of England were already unconsciously preparing every device and implement, that could be useful to the rise of the New World. We make ready in the dark for the light.' At Cape Town, the halfway house to Australia, Sir George chartered a schooner for detailed exploring work. In it, a trifle on the water, he completed a voyage which never lost its charm to him, notwith- standing the rude hardships. He wished to make all kind of inquiries into natural history, and when the weather fell calm he would go off in a boat and shoot sea-birds. Not the airy albatross, perhaps, for in it he realised the melody of motion, and it was not rare to naturalists. To shoot, from a boat, needed practice. * You were,' he laid down the conditions, ' at issue with a heavy roll of the sea, even in glorious weather. Fortunately, I had always been an expert shot, and I quickly suited myself to the motion. You found your chances when the skiff sank into the trough of the waves, and a bird flew screaming over their tops ; or, again, when you rose on the surge and had a wider target.' Thus at sea, and subsequently on land, he bagged many a fresh fact of natural history, and sent it home to enrich the British Museum. His word on that point was crisp. * You had only to walk or row a little, and you secured a new living thing. The cry of the outlook was something discovered. The THE OUTLOOK'S CRY child waiting for the toy, of whom I spoke, was not half so happily situate as we. It was all surprises.' His heart fell somewhat when he espied the land at Hanover Bay the Promised Land, but naked and unkindly. What a contrast to the bouquet of Brazil ! Still, why should there not be acres rich and worthy, behind those dull grey rocks ? The idea of an incorrigible country was not to be entertained, for overcrowded England stood, with her hand for ear-trumpet, and the question on her tongue, < What is the message ? ' Adventure followed adventure in the effort to secure it. * Somehow,' quoth Sir George, c we didn't seem to mind the risks, and I imagine that is the experience of everybody who has encountered any. A man is zealous upon some task, it quite occupies him, and the dangers are just details. Afterwards, his friends make him out to be a bit of a hero, and he has leisure to fancy so himself, which is all entirely harmless. Now, I had to swim across an arm of the sea, where a violent tide ran, and where alligators and sharks had their haunts. The latter, I believed from observations made when we bathed off the schooner, could smell a human body in the water from a long distance. But the plain necessity was that, for the succour of certain members of the expedition, I must swim the lagoon.' A nearer hazard furnished Sir George with a knowledge, which a call from his friend Sir Charles Lyell, the geologist, enabled him to use in fun. Lyell walked in on him, in London, with a spear- 47 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL head and the curiosity, 'How old do you judge that would be ? ' The weapon was of stone, uncouth, barbarous. 4 A thousand years, eh ? ' Lyell pursued. Sir George let him go on for a while, then broke in, 'If that's a thousand years old, I likewise am a thousand years old, because one has been taken out of me.' ' What do you mean ? ' was Lyell's ejaculation. 4 Oh,' said Sir George, * a head almost similar was on the spear which an Australian native drove into my thigh.' Whereupon laughter, and tale of the fight. n MAN AND NATURE ABORIGINAL THERE never had been such a drama in that forest of North- West Australia. The noise of the white man's war fell upon the primeval silence, breaking it. This battle dwelt acutely with Sir George Grey as the single occasion, amid all his adventures, on which he had been the instrument of taking human life. He carried his own wounds to the grave, but only sorrowed for the bullet he sped, though sheer necessity drove it. The sacred light might burn in a savage, ignorant of its nobler gleams, yet it was the gift of the Creator. Moreover, Sir George's whole dealing, towards native races, was guided by a pole-star principle. The duty civilisation owed them, he affirmed, was the larger in proportion to their state of darkness. He held this to be the simple rule for the Christian. The natives of the Australian North-West were a fine race physically, and, he judged, had an ingrain of Malay blood. * To see one for the first time,' said Sir George, c produced a great effect upon you. These people were hardly known then.' They 49 E THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL coloured themselves in fearsome style, red being the favourite daub. No matter, the strangers from over sea would have greeted them gladly, being anxious to cultivate friendship. The wild men responded not ; but hovered in the distance of the bush, or peered curiously from some covering of the rocks. * I did everything I could/ Sir George remarked in that relation, c to get acquainted with them, but at this period they would have nothing to do with me. Their fires might still be smoking, as we beat up a camping place, but they had left, suspicious of us. When travelling, I frequently had grave cause to be anxious lest we should be attacked, especially at night. Therefore, I made my men sleep a little apart from each other, in order that, if assailed, we might at least have some warning.' It was full day when the assault did take place ; otherwise Sir George would hardly have lived to describe it. He went back with spirit on the details, more armour of youth to be placed in the scabbard of age. One item held a small essay on the influences which determine human action in a crisis of life or death. He was speaking of the feeling that seized him when spear after spear cut into his flesh. Here was a struggle between mind and body, each determined to conquer a study in the inner sanc- tuary ; but how began the fight ? With two of his men, Sir George was on the march, notching trees by the way, so that the rest of the party could follow. At a turn they found them- 50 A FOREST BATTLE selves beset by a swarm of blacks, who had gathered in strength, determined to act against so small a force. Not many of the warriors could be seen at the outset, the rough ground sheltering them. But there they were, and in a most warlike humour. A spear clove the air, singing their menace, as they yelled it in a hundred raucous voices. Scare shots, fired by Sir George, had no effect, not even when an incautious warrior was winged as an object- lesson. The Aborigines grew bolder, leaping hither and thither in the attack evil spirits of the bush. The sight they made, all pigments, was expressed in the shout of one of Sir George's men, * Good God, sir ! Look at them ! ' The cry rose from behind a rock, where Sir George had ordered the man and his comrade to seek shelter. Fortunately, a series of rocks made a natural parapet to the right, and in a degree in front. Sir George, his gun empty at the moment, placed himself on the exposed left position. The spears rained round him, as if they were falling from the clouds. Things could not go on thus for long, and the natives planned to end them. A superbly built fellow, lighter of skin than his companions, arrogant of air, showed to the front, evidently a general in command. He clambered, shouting the lust of battle, on to the summit of a rock, not more than thirty yards from the spot where Sir George lay. Then he swung a spear, with agile trick, and it grazed the hem of the white captain's coat. It 51 E 2 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL would have done more had not Sir George by instinct, which is ever alert, jerked himself free of its path. Another spear, from the same supple hand, just missed his breast, striking the stock of his gun. This was too near for comfort and the future well-being of the expedition. Sir George passed his empty gun to the English- man handiest, with the direction ' Please re-load it.' He had tried to do that himself, but his cramped position made it difficult to ram home the powder and ball. For his own gun, he snatched an unshot one which the man was struggling to release from its cover. In the hurry, piece and cover got entangled, but, with a wrench, Sir George tore the two apart. His plan of campaign was settled ; he advanced to the rock where the light-coloured native had head-quarters. In bold initiative, there remained the only hope for Sir George and his following, against imminent massacre. Would it be a moral victory, won by a simple advance on the rock, or would it be necessary to strike ? He had hesitated, as yet, to shoot straight ; and he trusted still to avoid that extreme measure. Three strides in the open, and three spears had him square and fair, a rent archery target. The first struck his watch, denting it, the second caught the fleshy part of his arm, the third tore into his thigh. The Aborigines were skilled spear-men, and proving it by Sir George's impalement, they shouted triumph. The shock of the weapons drove him to his knees, but what stung him was the crow of the blacks. MIND AND MATTER * That/ he said, < produced in me a heated anger, and I was in the fight as I had not been till then. Stung by their mockery, I pulled myself together and was on my feet again in a trice. A spear was still sticking in my thigh, and blood flowed freely from the wound. I dragged out the spear, covered the wound with my haversack, so that neither enemy nor friend might be aware of it, and once more advanced.' The chief grew alarmed at this steady investment of himself, and showed it by brandishing a club, as if to convey, * Just you come nearer and this will drum on your head.' Sir George's faculties were so keenly edged that he noted, in this bravado, a common link of mankind, high and low, civilised and barbarian. As long as the chieftain had been sure of his skin, he flung spears and sang valiantly ; but when alarm entered him, those deadly measures were replaced by a mighty show. On the surface there was vast play of battle, but inwardly quaking. And Sir George marched forward, his right hand gripping the gun hard, his lip quivering, his eye burning. The injured physical man was triumphant over the peace-loving soul, and anyhow there must now be a lesson. Of all those lines of thought Sir George was not, perhaps, conscious in his peril, yet, fetching back, he could trace them as they had worked. Seeking a solution by measures not violent, he had been given sore spears, whereon his finger tightened at the 53 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL trigger, and he was a wound automaton ; fixed, stern, a fate on feet, bearing down upon the chief in the shelter of the rock. The brandished club was no stop ; no more did the skirmishing support of the clan bring pause to the oncomer. The black general bobbed quite behind his rock, considering the necessity of absolute retreat. Next, he snapped off quickly, dodging here and there, as the aboriginal plan was, to avoid a cast of spears. It was not suited to avoid lead. Everything had occurred within the space of a few minutes ; for such crises do, otherwise the tension would kill. The chief ran ; a tall dark body, with many other bodies watching it. Sir George raised his gun and pointed it at the warrior, struggling to a shelter from which the attack could be renewed. Snap went the trigger. With a bullet, the marksman could shoot a greater seabird, by the head, at a range of a hundred yards. This bullet caught the black between the shoulders, and he fell with a thud and a groan. In Sir George, the physical being sur- rendered itself again to the intellect. The situation was saved, his wounds stung him no more to vindica- tion he was sorrowful, a-weary. There was no sound after the echoes of the shot had died away, a spluttering funeral knell. Other natives, laying their spears aside, sprang from behind trees and rocks to the help of their fallen chief. Nobody would harm them ; the magic had ceased. They raised him with the greatest solicitude, and 54 AFTER THE FIGHT bore him off. His head hung on his breast ; he could just stagger. Faint from loss of blood, Sir George watched the serpent-like procession twine itself into the inner depths of the forest. Having conquered, he had to console himself on the victory- and bind up his own hurts. These made him so weak that he must send to the camp for assistance, and he awaited its coming, a loaded gun on his knee. The blacks assailed no more ; instead, the birds sang in the sun, and he asked himself, * Is it all a dream ? ' 'Why,' declared one of his men, helping him towards the camp, c should you worry yourself over having shot that black fellow ? If you hadn't, where should we all have been ? and anyhow there are plenty more like him in the country.' This comforter was himself to need comfort, by and by, on a less sombre subject. He dashed in upon Sir George, crying, c Sir, I have seen the Old Gentle- man,' and with his frame shaking as if he had. It was the Australian bat on midnight circuit, a strange serenade to the European. Another of nature's creatures was to figure amid circumstances which did hold cause for terror. ' It's curious,' Sir George mused, * how we re- member trifles of the long ago with preciseness, when often bigger events are blurred. I recollect, very well, a slight incident of the scene on the island of Dorre, off the north-west coast of Australia, when a storm caught us. In turn, I caught an old cormorant 55 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL by the neck, and the bird was all we had for breakfast next morning. A most sedate character he was, trying hard to maintain a dignified attitude in face of a very tempest of wind. He wished to fly, but could not, the violence of the gale pinning him to the ground. That was his death, which we all regretted ; and I'm sorry to add that we were grudging enough to call him tough in the eating.' This gale was preface to the great adventure of the second stage of Sir George Grey's Australian explorations. He was to have plenty of opportunity for the study of the Australian Aborigine, who, by and by, received him in better wise than at the point of a spear. Somewhere, an old crone felt inspired to hug and kiss him, in the belief that he was her own dead son, spun white, and back on earth. Having recruited from his earlier sufferings, he had gone by Perth, up the coast to Shark's Bay in an American whaler. He arranged to make a depot of Bernier Island, in the region of Shark's Bay, and there, on a lovely day, he landed his stores, burying them for safety in the soil. Up blew this storm, three nights later, when the explorers laid hands upon the solitary cormorant of Dorre. Had they been on Bernier, instead, the spoil might have been a kangaroo, for it owned a special breed of that family. But to Bernier Island, the larder, Sir George re- turned, having completed a section of exploration. He had a dread lest the gale might have ravished his stores during his absence. Accordingly, he took 56 A STERN MARCH only one or two of his people with him when he went, full of anxiety, to the spot where the provisions had been buried. He did not desire to alarm the others, should affairs turn out ill, as indeed they did. * O God, we are all lost ! ' This was the wail for Sir George's ears, as the spade made it clear that the food-stuffs, with a trifling salvage, had been uprooted and scattered by the storm. It was almost the pronouncing of a sentence of death upon the party, having regard to the desert country which surrounded them, and their distance from civilisation. ' 1 hadn't an hour to lose,' Sir George realised, * so back we hurried to the main camp and I delivered the news, counselling calmness and courage. I added my decision that we must endeavour to make Perth in the whale boats we had with us. It was a forlorn chance.' The boats strained in a boisterous sea, and ultimately flung the voyagers ashore, three hundred miles, in a direct line, from Perth. Never were men given a harder tramp than across those miles, so parched and barren that they hardly echoed the koo-ee of a native. Yet there was no succour, no hostel, unless they could be covered. For a little while fair progress was made, then strength declined through want of food and water. Sir George Grey sought courage and consolation in the dog-eared New Testament which he had in his knapsack. The hymns his mother had taught him came back into his head and heart, true comforters. 57 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL The land where she dwelt swam dim before his eyes, but his courage found strength anew. He pushed on, with a small company, in order to send back relief for those unequal to a sally. It was the perishing to the rescue. A bird shot, was welcome as manna from heaven, and a muddy water-hole the sweetest of discoveries. The dew was eagerly licked from shrubs and reeds while the sun lingered a-bed. Lips grew black, tongues swollen, eyes wild, and the hopeless cry was : * Water, or we die.' The native guide schemed to lead Sir George from the others, begging, when discovered, ' Yes, we two may be saved if we go on ; the others are so weak that they can't walk.' The master cocked his gun until the guide had carried him back to the party. They moved Perth-ward, a stricken line of famished men, wondering dumbly what was to happen. Did they really care ? If the leader had cheering and example, what were these set against this final ordeal : a blistering thirst of three days and two nights ? Happily a water-hole, not bereft of all moisture, was found in the nick of time. A few birds flew about it in the evening, but Sir George Grey's hand shook so that he could take no aim. He headed a last desperate spurt for Perth ; the reaching of succour, or the arrival of death. Which would it be ? How attractive to lie down and rest for ever on the parched grass, with some thin bush to keep off the 58 THE DELIVERANCE sun. In the other extreme a shepherd of the hills, caught in a snowstorm, folds him in his plaid and goes to the sound sleep. Life in those wrestlers for it had sunk low ; better die than hang on to a mere tether of living. Yet the better instinct asserted itself. And the second half of the expedition, far in the rear, cried for relief. On, on ! Sir George staggered across the miles until, in the goodness of fortune, he met natives who gave him food and water. He crawled into Perth, black with the sun, bones from want ; he was not recognised by friends. A Malay, daft but harmless, led a vagrant life at Perth, getting bit and sup from the open tables of the colonists. The good wife of the outermost settlement, where Sir George Grey knocked, seeking refreshment, took him for ' Magic.' * When I spoke to her in English,' he said, * she looked so surprised that I feared she might run away, leaving me without the food and drink I needed. However, she merely exclaimed, " Well, if you're not ' Magic,' who are you ? " Being told, and in time convinced, she brewed Sir George the most delicious cup of tea he ever drank. Soon, relief to the expedi- tion was scurrying across the plains. At the start of the journey Sir George had his sextant, but, having to walk hungry and thirsty, he needed to walk light. Therefore he hid the sextant in a tree, where, many a year later it was found, a rustic relic, by some settlers. Death raced him so hard that he eased the burden of keeping in front of 59 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL it by tearing the boards from his New Testament. To the Word itself he clung impregnably. The perils of Sir George Grey, as an Australian explorer, match some of those experienced by Captain Sturt. That brought up the name of the latter, and Sir George passed the eulogy : * Australia owes to Sturt a greater debt, perhaps, than to any other of her explorers. His discoveries, apart from their own stir and colour, were of the first impor- tance in the successful settlement of the country. I knew him well ; a man who would do anything for anybody, and never think of his own interests.' Admiring Sturt so heartily, Sir George, with others, had urged that the honour of a title should be conferred upon him. He died in England before actually receiving it, * Whereupon,' said Sir George, * I next suggested that his widow should have the rank which otherwise would have been hers, and from that, I judge, sprang the very proper rule now obtaining in such a case.' 60 PII PLANTING THE BRITON *I ALWAYS got what I wanted in life,' Sir George Grey made arch comment on himself, 'and many- things, also, that I did not want.' His appointment as Governor of South Austral!?, with the steps leading up to it, he could group under the first head. His explorations had shown that no great river, no second Murray, drained the North- West area of Australia. This was information for geo- graphers, and he had more, since, to quote his own words, c We learned as much about the region, in a general way, as was necessary.' Next, he acted for a while as Government Resident at King George's Sound, and he investigated the country thereabout. ' The settlement of King George's Sound,' he said, * was quite small, and I discharged all the duties of the State. I don't remember that I fined anybody ; just decreeing: "Oh, you must make up your disputes yourselves." Perth, now so grown, was at that date a mere townlet. It had few people, ships called rarely, and practically it was shut off from the world.' 61 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL This was the brand-new Australia. Beside it, there is a glimpse of olden England, in the manner Sir George Grey was bid to be Pro-Consul. A special messenger pelted down to Bodiam, where, after his return to England, he had been staying for a month, the hero of his relatives. The messenger brought the other London news that the guns of the Tower had been firing, to announce the birth of the Queen's first child, the Princess Royal. Therefore his arrival caused a double commotion in the family circle, two notes of joy and gratulation. Sir George posted express to London, changing horses at short stages in order to make the better speed. It was his supreme wish to serve the Colonies, and he had a glimmering notion that the chance would come. Still, he was at one of the crossings in a young man's life, when it is hard to know what the road is to be. He had always his commission in the army, but was that his definite signpost ? He sighed for a wider door of usefulness, and behold it opened ! That it should be open so soon, was, perhaps, remark- able, only the word was to be his constant accomplice. * I had never met Lord John Russell, who made me the offer,' Sir George explained. ' He was going upon what little I had done, in regard to Australian affairs, especially a kind of despatch by me on native administration. After adequate thought, and acting upon good advice, I confirmed my first resolve to accept the Governorship of South Australia. It was, apparently, to be an onerous post.' 62 IN THE CRADLE To Adelaide went this Queen's Governor, not yet thirty, his mission the undoing of a tangle ; for South Australia was on the verge of bankruptcy, almost before it had entered into business. Hardly an acre of land was in cultivation, and most of the people were in Adelaide with nothing to do, clamouring for food. Sir George perceived at once that they must be got on to the land. To have the settlers securely there, from the first, meant that they were to grow into a nation, not to amass temporary riches, and then return to an already overcrowded world. Again, in South Australia, as elsewhere, he en- deavoured to carry out what he regarded as a cardinal principle in the making of a new country. This was to draw capital direct from the soil, not by the raising of too heavy loans. How to rear a nation ? Keep its conditions of life natural, even simple ; make it self-creative and self-reliant, train it as if it were an individual. Let it build its national homestead, as a man might lay out his own little stance of ground. Then, -the community would have the parents' love and pride towards all that had been created. Sir George put his shoulder to the wheel of the settlers' cart in South Australia, and shoved until the harvest drove home. c I ascertained,' he spoke of those efforts, ' that the soil was very suitable for wheat, and we sowed widely. The crop, vital to the Colony, depended upon the weather. Would there be enough rain ? I often 63 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL crawled out of bed in the morning, while it was half- dawn, to ascertain if there was any promise of rain for that day. The wheat was at the critical stage, and if I had made the weather, it could not have proved more suited in its conditions. c It was the first extensive wheat crop of South Aus- tralia ; the first harvest-home of the bunch of people, who had there been shaken on to the sea beach. When the wheat had ripened, everybody including, I am glad to say, the Governor turned to the harvesting of it. Riots had threatened earlier, the result of the state of affairs in the Colony, and the measures which I deemed it necessary to introduce. As a precaution, I had some soldiers, about a hundred and fifty I think, sent to me from New South Wales. That was a step on which I was entitled to congratulate myself. At the pruning hook, in getting in that harvest, they were of vast assistance, and not often have soldiers been more nobly occupied.' Yet the pruning hook, which Sir George associated with the historic harvest, and with Ridley, an early Aus- tralian colonist, was hardly of the Scriptural pattern. It was a subtle machine, invented for a harvest where the wheat-ears were needed, not the straw. The former were chopped off, collected in a sort of trough, and the straw was burned for manure. Here was waste, only there was no avoiding it, and, moreover, the meaning of 'waste' is defined by circumstances. The South Australian soil was so fruitful that it only needed to be thrown seed. Sir George satisfied TURNER'S WIG himself that it contained gypsum, such as belongs to the fertile parts of Egypt. Thus gypsum reared wheat, under the footprint of the black man, who shod his spear in obsidian. Things that began before history, were meeting from very different sides. Nature extended one hand to the inflow of civilisation, another to the rude holding of it back. There was a point of contact in the adventure of a settler, Turner by name, whom Sir George Grey met near the Murray River. It fell out comedy, but might have been tragedy ; and how often those two flirt with each other round a corner ! The fact, upon which the affair hinged, was that Turner wore a wig, no doubt for sufficient reason. He was making a journey across country, and with him were a few natives, guides and packmen. Per- haps his head grew hot ; anyhow, at some stage he took a penknife from his pocket, and ran the blade under the edge of the wig. The native nearest to him, suspicious of witchcraft, stared at this act, terror written on every feature. With a deft lift of the knife, Turner had the wig clear of his head. The native stayed no longer to consider * Is this a sorcerer ? ' He whipped off, to what he considered a safe distance. The innocent Turner followed his retreat with laughing eye, amused at the effect produced. For acknowledgment, a spear cracked through the satchel on his back, and wounded him slightly. His load had saved his life, and he warily resumed the wig. 6 5 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL The quality of the early settlers in South Australia, gave Sir George Grey great trust in the new Anglo- Saxondom to be built up in the south. Many of them were Nonconformists, which suggested to him the Puritan founding of New England. As a body they had a worth, a sincerity, a true ring which could not fail of fine records. That knowledge helped him, in the difficult task of setting South Australia on its feet. His policy of severe economy made shoes pinch, but he held on, ever ready with the courteous word for those who most assailed him. He could contrast Adelaide, when town sites went at auction for about five pounds an acre, with the Adelaide of our day. * If you had yourself,' somebody put it to him, c invested in a few of those sites, you would be rich instead of poor ? ' The remark bore partly upon the enormously enhanced value of city lands all over Australia, partly upon Sir George's simple unconcern for wealth, his disregard of mere money. He was almost inclined to pity millionaires, as being among the afflicted. The tinkle of gold was never in his golden dreams. 4 Yes,' he answered, ' the land which sold for five pounds in Adelaide, might, at the present moment, be worth nearer five thousand. Throughout my career, I followed a very strict rule in those matters. I never had any dealings in land, or other property, except as Governor, charged with the interests of the whole community. My despatches were my sole title-deeds.' 66 KEEPING THE RING 4 There is no virtue,' he laid down, < in honest duty, such as we claim from every public servant. Our lofty ideal in that regard, is true British wisdom. Moreover, need a man, estimating wealth on its merits, care to be rich ? What private means I inherited, I have spent largely on public ends. I mean, in particular, those libraries at Cape Town and Auckland, which I was enabled to help. Why, the bargain is all mine ; I am the debtor for the opportunity.' To Sir George Grey, Oceana had seemed a fertile land, crying across the depths, < Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.' His mission was to pass that invitation freely to the shores of the Old World, and to be vigilant on the spot, keeping a clear ring. He did not want folks to come, only to find a path strewn with the obstacles and ills they thought to have left behind. His purpose was to make life as generous, as unfettered as possible. Keep the Old World out of the New ! It became a passion with him ; and he counted on making the New World an influence towards re- generating the Old. The line, in respect of both aims, was to retain the control of the New World for the Anglo-Saxon. That meant freedom, because the non-intrusion of arrayed nations, which would hinder it. When Greece needed a king, Sir George Grey was mentioned as one with likely parts for the post. ' I should think,' wrote Freeman the historian, ' he would be just the man to deal with any unruly 67 F2 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL elements in the country.' The absolute offer of the crown of Greece, would not have tempted Sir George for an hour. As he said seriously, while joking on the point, 4 In the far south there was literally nobody to lead, whereas Greece had men sufficient to mould her destinies. Anyhow, one given the administration of Greece, would not have had a work more honour- able than the development of Australasia, a larger business altogether. Here was a region where several kingdoms were in the raising, where the pattern could take something from yourself. What drew me to the far south, as a fairy-tale might, was that charm, " Yes, it's all new. Hardly anything has yet been done. It's mine to do with as I will." ! There was the white man's history to fashion, and the black man's history to discover. Sir George did not neglect the second inquiry, because the other was the more important. His explorations had given him the idea that Australia was of a volcanic origin. He judged it to have been, at some period, a series of islands, each with its own volcano. These islands had risen from the sea, been licked into shape probably by earthquakes, and coming gradually to- gether, had formed a continent. During his Gover- norship of South Australia, Sir George fell upon a piece of evidence which materially supported this belief. The skeleton of a whale, as Sir Richard Owen certified the specimen, was discovered quite inland, beyond the first mountain range. If Sir George 68 WHENCE THE ABORIGINE? had arrived at some view, after long deliberation, he liked it to be accepted, as we all do. Therefore he welcomed the discovery of that whale. ' I was laughed at,' he commented, * when I insisted that the natives of Australia must have come from a race more civilised than themselves. A variety of reasons supported my estimate of their origin ; as that, all over native Australia, there appeared to prevail a rigorous law governing marriage. * It demonstrated that the natives understood the effect which blood kinship would exercise upon the stamina of a race. There was no single great tribe in Australia, but a series of tribes ; yet this law was general among them. No conqueror could have imposed it ; instead, it must have sprung from a family coming in, and bringing it with them. Where did that family come from ? I cannot tell. But we see, among the Aborigines of Australia, customs re- sembling those of the African continent.' Studying those customs, Sir George had been witness of the ancient rite of circumcision, which also argued a higher civilisation. The blacks built them- selves, layer upon layer into a human altar, and on it the sacrifice was performed. Meanwhile a grunting noise, < Ha-ha-ha,' sonorous, even solemn, a savage mass, arose from the heap. Sir George imagined that he was almost the first Englishman to behold this ceremony, on the part of the Aborigines of Australia. To them it was religion ; whence did they get it ? Their common rule Sir George found expressed as THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, but they had their lighter moments. He discovered, in a lady savage, a humorous link between the vanity of all womankind. There had been a native dance, and he was leaving, when the chieftainess approached him with the request, * Oh don't go away until you have seen my son dance ; he will be beautiful ! ' c I waited, of course,' Sir George consented, ever gallant, 'and the son presented himself, daubed over with dirt of divers colours, and began to hop about. He was well built, he danced cleverly, he cackled in his finery, and his mother was hugely proud of him. She might have been an English duchess, intro- ducing a pretty daughter to a first ball. It was seeing the parent in the child, the most marked form of self- flattery. Actually, tears of joy ran down those black, wizened cheeks. I wouldn't have had it otherwise, and I was glad I stayed for the young buck.' Wherever Sir George Grey went in Australia, he found the natives living from hand to mouth, on roots and the rewards of the chase. They were equally primitive, in a system of punishment, which stood an offender up as a mark for spears. But they were sportsmen, for it was prescribed that the quarry must only be chastened in the legs. The tribes also reached out to civilisation, in that each had its ground marked off, with the accuracy of a European estate. * I believe ' Sir George carried this subject wider ' that the cardinal trouble in the settlement of new countries, has lain in the desire of the white man to 70 SIR JOHN FRANKLIN possess the lands of the black man. Perhaps it has been inevitable, but the thing should be done on a proper method, and that has not always obtained.' Sir John Franklin, at Van Diemen's Land, was a brother Australian Governor to Sir George Grey, but they never met. *I had correspondence with him,' Sir George observed, c and from all I heard he was a most interesting personality. Subsequently, I did meet Lady Franklin, who had much character, allied to womanly gentleness. Everybody admired her loving persistence to unravel the fate which had over- taken her husband in the Arctic regions.' % It was almost a discovery to Sir George, with his wide knowledge of Australasia, that he had never set foot in Tasmania. He passed it variously, on board ship, yet had not been ashore. How was that ? < Maybe,' he replied, < because all my life I made it a rule, not to let anything turn me aside from what I had immediately in hand. If you set out for a place, with some definite object in view, your road should be the most direct one. Don't branch off, because there is something elsewhere which might gratify your curiosity.' Sir George disciplined the hours, holding himself accountable for them to his fellow-men and to the (Great Accountant. nn PICTURES IN BLACK AND WHITE THERE had been a reception in London, by Gladstone, following the usual dinners which ministers of the Queen give in honour of her birthday. To Sir George Grey, who was in the splendid crowd, came the wife of an eminent member of the Government, carrying to an old friend a woman's eager news of her own dinner. 4 Oh,' she whispered in that still small voice which rises a clarion note above a general buzz, * oh, everything went off admirably, and Bob's delighted. But the soup was just a little cold.* The soup often got cold at the Governor's board in Adelaide, the while he was laying the foundations of the Colony. This implied study of the problem, * How are we to utilise the natives for the civilisation which has begun to invade them in Australia, New Zealand, and South Africa ? ' Already, in Western Australia, Sir George had devoted earnest study to the subject, and method ripened with him. He felt, perhaps, that he had been given a unique work, in the sense of moulding raw 72 MAN'S GREAT MOTIVE human materials to higher ends. He was a master craftsman, and as he contrived, so there might be issues near and remote. The future dwelt with Sir George when to others, lacking the seer's eye, it was still below the farthest horizon. Call it the second- sight of statesmanship something which is born with a person rather than acquired. He had simple words for the ideas that underlay his life's labour, in bringing barbarous races under the harrow of cultivation. 4 It is quite evident that man's great line of exer- tion, is towards getting more food for himself and his family. This truth applies to him in all his states ; only the more he advances in material welfare, the more he needs to satisfy him. With a savage, mere food is enough, but in the centres of civilisation beautiful clothes, fine horses and carriages, marble palaces, all form the prize. Ever, it is the same impelling desire. * Well, the way to adopt with natives, was to show them how to obtain more food. Benefit them in that manner, and they would regard you as their friend, and you would have influence over them. I always paid a native, doing unskilled work, the wage a white would have received for the same effort. It was mere justice. Yet, so small a thing had immense results, for manhood was cultivated in the black. Self-respect infected him. He discovered himself, with proud surprise, to be a man instead of a chattel. 4 The mystery of managing native races, resolves itself into a few natural laws. My hardest trouble 73 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL was the witchcraft, which held in bonds, the savage peoples whom I had to govern. It might differ, here or there, in its characteristics ; the evil was there all the same. Not merely did the natives believe in witchcraft, having been swathed in it for ages, but their chiefs made a profit therefrom, and were staunch for its maintenance. My antidote was the introduc- tion of medical aid, so that in the cures wrought, those children of the dark, might see what surpassed their own magic. They were discomfited, as it were, on their own ground. ' Superstition, which I distinguish from witch- craft, though the greater evil flourished on the less, had its best treatment in the spread of the Christian religion. Surely, a wonderful witness of its divine origin, lies in the fact that it applies to the elevation and happiness of all the world's races, is understandable to all. Farther, native schools made advances upon sheer ignorance, as hospitals did in respect to witch- craft ; and it was possible, in some measure, to eradicate native indolence by affording youths a training in a trade, or grown men work on public improvements. Here we return to where we began food as the primitive impulse driving mankind.* No trait of human nature was neglected by Sir George Grey, in his exertions to plant the better ideas of living. He detected that the Kaffirs of South Africa were sharp to humour, owners of a lively sense of the ridiculous. On that hung an incident, which brought out the value of the personal equation in 74 CURING A WITCH DOCTOR dealing with natives, whether in South Australia, New Zealand, or South Africa. It was an item of Sir George Grey's whole native policy. An old witch doctor, he mentioned, had been inciting unrest among the dark masses of Kaffraria. Sir George had him put comfortably in prison, where he could be certain of medical attendance and rest. That was the least office, demanded towards a human being evidently in a disturbed state of health. It confounded the witch doctor. Never was there such a father to his people as Sir George Grey, and the tribes of a hemisphere acclaimed it. The witch doctor had his doubts, took his physic wryly, and begged piteously to be set free. He was released, on the strict promise that he would cease being a firebrand. Not that alone, for he publicly recanted among the Kaffirs, gathered on a market morning, to their huge amusement and derision. He made no more trouble, and could not, had he tried, his fame being ruined. * A joust of fun like that,' was Sir George Grey's moral from the incident, { had a wonderful effect upon natives. It was much better than shooting the witch doctor, and quite as effective. Even among whites, ridicule may be a very serious punishment.' But the Pro-Consul was not always warranted to win, in his encounters of wit and wisdom. He put to the debit account, a dialogue he had with a batch of Kaffir chiefs, on the proper employment of their moneys. He wondered if the wages, earned from native work on the roads, and in cultivating the lands, 75 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL were always wisely spent. The broad inquiry was well enough, as the chiefs took it, but unfortunately Sir George went on to state a case in proof. ' For instance,' he innocently pleaded, * is it necessary that so much should be expended on the jewellery and ornaments of the women ? Would they not really look more handsome, without all those gew- gaws of brass and metal, which they wear round their arms and ankles ? ' An aged chief rose and gravely replied, * You are a great chief, Governor, and you have done marvellous things. You have persuaded us to labour, yea, to make roads which we knew would lead to the conquest of our country. But you had better rest and be content, not allowing success in other things to in- duce you to enter upon what no man can accomplish. If you attempt, O Governor, to wage war with woman and her love of ornament, you will assuredly fail.' * The assembled chiefs,' Sir George wound up the tale, * roared with delight at this answer, which really left me without a word to say.' In South Australia he established one of his first schools, and the lessons obtained from it were widely useful. They suggested the difficulties that had to be overcome, wherever the alphabet was spread before the Aborigine. Children made bright pupils, but, as they grew up, were apt to go back on what they had learned. The reason was not far to seek. An educated native found himself out of touch with his 70 TO LIFT THE NATIVE uneducated fellows ; education made a barrier. He was not the equal of the Europeans, and could form no friendships with them. Neither was he happy with his own people, whom he had passed in civilisation. He swung between two poles, and very frequently was dragged back into the volume of native life. ' You see the difficulty,' Sir George pointed out, * as one that is necessarily present with regard to all savage races. But it has its cure, which I put into practice, namely, to provide males and females with an equally good education. Especially, I mean a technical education, the learning of some trade or art, for that was all important. Natives, on leaving school, could then make a living by plying among the Europeans the industry they had learned. Should a native learn shoemaking, he could find a wife in a girl trained to domestic service. Such a couple were not compelled to return to their own people, and they were independent of the Europeans. It was lifting a race by its two halves, these being essential to each other, not leaving one of them behind.' Next, a picture in black and white. It wandered into the gallery of Sir George's Pro-Consulship in South Australia. At the entrance to Spencer's Gulf lies an island, on which a fortuitous little colony had established itself. The colonists were mostly escaped convicts, from the penal settlements of Australia and Van Diemen's Land, or sailors who had deserted their ships. The men killed the seals which frequented 77 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL the island, trading in their skins with vessels that now and then called for the purpose. ' I had never judged it my business/ Sir George spoke of this matter, c to interfere with those sealers. They kept the peace among themselves, and did not come into contact with the settlement at Adelaide. Indeed, they had some form of justice, under which a member who did anything wrong, was transported for a time to a smaller neighbouring island. There he could live on oysters of a sort, and on fish caught with lines supplied to him. It was being sent to Coventry, new style, including oysters, which, like all delicacies, will, I suppose, cause surfeit. ' The chief of this settlement, as he might be termed, had brought a native woman with him from Van Diemen's Land. He was fairly educated, not without considerable power of reasoning, and I had repeated talks with him. Most of his companions had Australian black women living with them, and there was a story that these had been taken by force from the mainland. The natives of Van Diemen's Land were entirely distinct from the natives of Australia, and the differences have been much debated. The hair of a Van Diemen's Land woman was curly and woolly, Kaffir like ; that of the Aus- tralian woman long and straight. * Very well, I was anxious to obtain a genuine specimen of the Tasmanian female's hair. It would, I believed, be valuable to posterity, as bearing upon the divergences of two neighbouring races. Of 78 A NEW SABINE STORY course, the Tasmanians have now been extinct for years, and their disappearance was then rapidly approaching. It was best, to prevent any doubt, that I should myself cut the tress of hair from the woman's head. The chief of the colony, in response to my request, said he was quite willing that she should visit Adelaide for this purpose. She was agree- able herself; curious as to the scenes, strange to her, which she might witness in Adelaide. As we are all born hungry, so we are all born curious ; merely we differ in degree. In due time she arrived, and I secured the necessary sample of her hair, which remains, probably, in the Auckland Museum. ' Delighted with a new stock of clothes, the woman left Adelaide on her return to the island, this also having been arranged. She was to light a fire on a crag of the mainland, at which signal her lord and master would put over with his boat to fetch her. Now recur my conversations with him, which included the question, " Is it not rather bad that you should all be living here with these native women P " 4 His answer, coming from such a quarter, sur- prised me, and proved him a regular controversialist. " It does nobody harm," he argued, " and we are much more comfortable than we should otherwise be. There was nothing hasty in what we did ; every step was taken deliberately. Knowing we could not re-enter the world, and there being no settlers, then, in these parts, we considered : Could we not found a small nation ourselves ? The greatest nation of 79 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL ancient times, cast in very similar circumstances, did not feel it wrong to carry off, by force, the females of another people. Thus, they acquired women to look after their homes, while otherwise they would have been living in a pitiable state, with no ties. What that nation did, we have done." Such was the word of the island chief, and no appeal, in justification to history, could ever have been made in stranger circumstances. 4 Was it not,' Sir George felt, ' extraordinary to hear the case of the Romans and the Sabine women, pleaded in defence of a tiny outlawed community, situate on the wild Australian coast, where another empire, more magnificent even than that of Rome, was just planting itself ? The thing almost swept one's mind from the question itself a difficult one to answer as submitted.' Then, in this odd affair, the untutored far south was springing to the support of Sir George's views as to cause and effect. Imitators of ancient Rome, on an island of Spencer's Gulf, Australia, many centuries later ! The theory of the universe, ex- pressed as 4 cause and effect,' had been borne in upon Sir George from the moment he turned thinker. It was a favourite text between him and Babbage, into whose ear he poured his reasonings. * Subjects occurred to me,' he said, * which I believed had not been given sufficient prominence, and this was one of them. I fancy Babbage wrote about it.' Every motion, every word spoken, they agreed, 80 THE ETERNITIES abode an eternal influence in the world. Nothing, either in action or in reasoning, was lost ; the unborn ages made response. If we could go back far enough we should be able to trace, by the influence it had wrought, that red streak, the murder of Abel. Had we a divine intellect, we could see the whole universe, a complete machine, at work. Sir George would marvel at the splendour of that creation, asking him- self, 'Might it, if fully revealed, not be all too dazzling for human eyes ? ' The Aborigine Australian, Maori, and Kaffir was to him a guarantee, by physical evidence, of the same law of the universe. They three had passed intimately before him, and he had mapped the inter- twine of their paths. These were noteworthy, being a fruit of Sir George's observation on the human race in primitive lands. First, consider the women, who, among barbarians, not having animals of burden, had always been pack horses. 4 In New Zealand,' he said, * with its forests, the females had to carry their loads along narrow paths. The proper way to carry a pack is on the head, but the trees made that impossible. Hills, too, had often to be climbed, and to ease the ascent a bending posture must be taken. Add that fact to the load on the back, and it was a consequence that Maori women should evolve clumsy figures. * In Australia there was more open ground, and in many parts the method was to carry a load on the head. Thus, the native women were better of figure, 8l G THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL though quite unequal to their lithe, graceful Kaffir sisters of South Africa. Here the country was free and open, and the carrying of a weight on the head naturally followed.' Second, the men of those races. ' The Australians,' Sir George went on, * were hunters, and had to climb trees in search of opossums. They drove holes into the trunks with their stone axes, dug in their big toes, and ascended. Such efforts provided them with long legs, while, again, they walked with turned-in toes. Why ? Having scrub to pene- trate, they must cut roads through it a tiresome labour, not pursued more than was necessary. If they turned in their toes, they could sidle along a mere bee-line of clearing. ' The Maoris were very short in the limbs, this arising from the amount of time they spent in their canoes. Peculiarities of environment equally distin- guish the Kaffirs, who were the most agile of the three races. Set against any of the others, all in the primitive state, the Kaffirs might have prevailed, though who could say ? Neither the Maoris, nor the Aus- tralians, worked in iron weapons, while the Kaffirs did, and that circumstance would have told, in the clash of prevailing or going down.' Contrasts were sharp in Oceana when she was young, which entitles you to pass quickly from Sir George Grey's careful estimate of the native races he ruled, to a little romance of South Australia. A Highland settler, with the Highland name McFarland, 82 BOLD McFARLAND lived in a cottage some twenty miles from Adelaide. He was an informed and interesting Scot, and when the Governor was tired, he would ride over to his shieling and stay a day or two. 4 A number of German colonists,' Sir George's narrative on this proceeded, * had come to South Australia, seeking to improve their condition. Labour being scarce and highly paid, the German girls went out and did shearing. They moved from farm to farm, accompanied by some of the older women, and at night they would be housed by the settler who happened to be employing them. 'Among the shearers was a girl who had a great reputation for beauty. She was quite a belle, and so winning that everybody liked her. One morning old McFarland rushed in upon me at Adelaide, in a state of high excitement. His nephew, a genuine McFarland also, had, the previous night, eloped with the German beauty. The uncle was indignant that the nephew should run away with a foreigner yes, a foreigner ! He implored me to send the police to search for them, but I replied that I could do nothing. He must go to the Justices of the Peace and petition, if he wished to take action, on which point I offered no advice. ' Scarcely had he left, when the relatives of the girl, escorted by the German pastor, invaded me, full of an equal indignation and also demanding the police. I could only repeat the answer I had given to McFarland, even when it was pleaded that the girl, like other 83 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL members of the German community, had pledged herself not to marry outside it. It was urged that any- thing she might do to the contrary would not count, but that argument would not hold. We heard, by the evening, of the marriage of the runaways. * They had been united by some Justice of the Peace, a frequent occurrence then, there being few ministers, and the match proved a happy one in every respect. How the bold young McFarland managed to carry off his bride from her custodians I never learned, and I suppose I did not inquire.' Only in a South Australia, rescued from the chasms, grown stalwart under the hand of Sir George Grey, could there have been such a romance. It needed a stout heart and a trustful, loving one, and these are the characteristics of a healthy community. IX OVER-LORD OF 07ER-SEAS THE war song of Lamech, father of Tubal Cain, called Sir George Grey hurriedly to New Zealand. The Maoris were exploiting the legacy of the first artificer in brass and iron. Adah and Zillah, hear my voice ; Ye wives of Lamech, hearken unto my speech : For I have slain a man to my wounding, And a young man to my hurt. If Cain shall be avenged sevenfold, Truly Lamech seventy and sevenfold. In this genesis of verse, Sir George also found the noise of all combat with skilled weapons. A cry of sorrow and repentance by Lamech, at some ill-starred act, which filled him with remorse ? Surely, rather the exultant note of a rude spirit, handling mastery anew in the ingenuity of his son. There stood Lamech, on the edge of creation, crowing over the cunning forces Tubal Cain had dis- covered. * I have slain a man to my wounding, and a young man to my hurt ! * It was to be a long roll. Sir George would recite the lines once, twice, yet 85 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL again, and the thunder tramp of a Maori impi sang in his ears. 'The story of my going to New Zealand,' he thought, * may appear quaint in these days, when the cable anticipates all pleasant surprises. We had heard at Adelaide, through a coaster arriving from Sydney and Van Diemen's Land, also from a British man-cf- war on the Australian station, of serious fighting in New Zealand. A friend of my own was in command of the warship in question, which had put into Adelaide for supplies. I spoke to him of events in New Zealand, the heavy slaughter of British soldiers, and the evident critical situation. I had no distinct authority to order his vessel to New Zealand, but I felt it to be a wise step. Accordingly, I wrote him a letter saying he ought to proceed to the scene of trouble, and that I was prepared to assume the responsibility. We got together what materials of war were available in South Australia, and what money we could spare from the Treasury of the Colony. So furnished, he sailed for New Zealand. ' A few days later, I was out riding with my step- brother from England, who was on a visit to me at Adelaide. We were cantering along a road near the coast, when a man with a light cart stopped us. An unknown ship had been sighted before we left Adelaide, and this man came from the quarter where she had taken up anchor. He stated that it was the Elphin- stone, belonging to the East India Company, that despatches had been brought for me, and that he had 86 TO NEW ZEALAND them in his cart. He added that the Elphinstone had come to take me away, and that some of the officers would very likely be landed by the time I got to the place of anchorage. This was all very puzzling. I jumped off my horse, sat down beside some trees, opened the despatch bag, and devoured its contents.' It had been carried express from London, first overland to Suez where the Elphinstone awaited, and then by sea to Adelaide. The British Government, much alarmed as to affairs in New Zealand, borrowed the Elphinstone from the East India Company. In effect, it was adopting the Suez Canal route, long before the Suez Canal existed. Not often, perhaps, did the Colonial Office, of the young Oceana period, have such a healthy attack of nerves. Also, it spoke of Sir George Grey handsomely in these despatches ; which was encouraging. Noting his career as a whole, you seem to perceive the scales of official praise and disgrace rising and falling, like a see-saw. Now, he was being set to the straightening-out of some twist in Oceana, to the healing of a sore which threatened one of her limbs. Then, when Oceana, in that quarter, was waxing strong on his regimen, Downing Street, not having prescribed it all, would trounce him. The calls to South Australia, New Zealand, and South Africa were in the agreeable key. The other note piped in the good-byes to South Africa and New Zealand, and in the registered blue-book phrase l a dangerous man.' It was the ancient, merrv way of-- regarding THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL the Colonies ; with, in conflict, a masterful Pro-Consul who, being on the spot, would there administer. Whether the see-saw had him up, or dropped him down, Sir George kept the good heart, as school- children do. The tribute of Lord John Russell was that, in South Australia, he had given a young Governor as difficult a problem in administration as could arise. He pronounced the problem to have been solved with a degree of energy and success, hardly to be expected from any man. In New Zealand, Lord Stanley gave Sir George difficulties more arduous, duties even more responsible. The ability they demanded, the sacrifices they involved, were their best recommendation to one of Sir George's character. 4 Before I mounted my horse again, after reading the despatches,' he recalled his decision, c I made up my mind to go to New Zealand. Indeed, I had not two opinions on the matter from the moment I became acquainted with the wish of the Colonial Secretary. It was a clear duty lying before me, and that is ever the light to steer by.' He sailed for New Zealand in the E/phinstone, and retained her on war service there, another of his new departures. * As far as I know,' he said, < no East India Company's ship had previously been the consort, in active operations, of men-of-war of the Royal Navy. There v/as a row afterwards, as to paying for the Elphinstone, and I suppose I had no right to keep her. However, I realised that everything hung on 88 D'ETH A COMEDY how effective a blow I could at once strike in New Zealand.' Several men-of-war were at his orders, and later they were strengthened by the first steamer ever seen in these parts. It had come to New Zealand from the China station, and was a show alike to colonists and to Maoris. A trifling incident of the naval activity, during the Maori wars, dwelt in Sir George's memory by reason of its droll comedy. An officer, thoroughly tired out, went to his bunk, leaving directions that he should be called at a particular hour. It happened that the awakening of him, fell to a blithesome midshipman having the sombre surname D'Eth. The sleeper turned himself lazily, half asleep, wishful only to be left to sleep on, and asked < Who's there ? ' The midshipman held up the blinking, old- fashioned lantern which was in his hand, and answered * D'Eth.' The weirdly lit cabin solemnly echoed the word, making its sound uncanny ' D'Eth ! ' c Good God,' the officer in the bunk exclaimed, sitting up with a jerk, as if the last trumpet had sounded : ( D'Eth, where ? ' Then he saw * D'Eth ' grinning, realised that there was still time for repentance, and bundled forth to the quarter deck. The larger quarter deck on to which Sir George Grey had stridden, much needed cleaning up. In the north of New Zealand, a flag staff carrying the Union Jack, had been cut down by an insurgent chief. A settlement had been sacked, with completeness and THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL the chivalry innate in the Maoris. No hurt was done the whites, that could be avoided, nor was there looting of property. The Maoris let Bishop Selwyn wash the earth with the contents of a spirit cask. It was all sobriety in victory. * They were/ Sir George noted of his favourite native race, * naturally ambitious of military renown ; they were born warriors.' British troops had been hurled against their pas, or fortresses, only to be hurled back, heaps of slain. A Maori pa, in some forest fastness, stoutly built for defence from within, held by determined men with firearms, was hard to storm. Gallantry rushed to suicide. The Maori wars, in their broad sense, are history. It is enough here to define them as the collision of two races. The white tide of civilisation was beating upon the foreshores of native New Zealand. There were King Canutes, tattooed warriors of the flying day, who would have ordered it back. You see how easily troubles grew, although they might have been the last desire of anybody. Two Maori chieftains, Heke and Kawiti, were the centre of disturbance, and Sir George Grey was to have faithful dealing with them. Heke he called the fighting chief, Kawiti the advising chief ; one the complement of the other. 4 When I met Heke after the war,' he mentioned, * it was said that he was somewhat nervous. I thought I was the person who should have been nervous, because I was in his country almost alone. I liked him, 90 A MAORI NAPOLEON and really all the old Maori chiefs were fine fellows shrewd, dignified, with a high sense of honour. Heke made me his heir when he died, to the neglect of his wife, but of course I gave her everything.' This Heke was the son-in-law of Hongi, a Na- poleonic figure in Maori annals. Hongi was before Sir George's time, but he heard all about him from contemporaries. New Zealand, when Hongi had the guidin' o't, was still a land remote from the concern of the Old World. Missionaries had begun to spread light in the country ; runaway convicts from Australia arrived stealthily, seeking refuge. For the rest, Hongi and the Maoris were the war lords, and the fiery torch was generally abroad. Hongi visited England, was lionised as a New Zealand trophy, and presented, with every ceremony, to the Prince Regent, afterwards George IV. He got many presents, and, before reaching New Zealand again, he exchanged them to a purpose which the givers could hardly have foreseen. Hongi had been quick to discern the road to conquest, which musket, gun- powder, and bullet, would give him in New Zealand against the native weapons. He chortled to himself as did Lamech : ' I have slain a man to my wounding, and a young man to my hurt.' 4 Landing with his battery of muskets,' Sir George had the tale, 4 Hongi lost no time in carrying slaughter through Maoriland. His lurid fame spread far and wide ; his bill of slaughter grew bigger and bigger. 9* THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL Yet, he met his death by a stray shot. Te-Whero- Whero, another Maori chief, complained to me, while we were discussing Hongi, that it was quite unfair he should have been cut down in that fashion. When a veteran warrior could be de- stroyed, almost by accident, to the gun of a nobody, then all honest fighting was at an end. " You should," I was earnestly counselled by Te-Whero- Whero, " not let Maoris have arms which lend them- selves to such ways." ' One English gift Hongi had not converted into muskets, a suit of armour that had probably been in the Tower of London. ' Another chief near Wel- lington ' Sir George stated this item arising out of Hongi ' had been given the armour, either to inspect or to keep. Anyhow, his interest took the form of hanging it on a tree, and firing at it. The bullet, it was alleged, penetrated the armour, and a native ran to Wellington with the report that the chief had been shot. That was incorrect, for he wisely wanted to test the armour before trusting himself in it. But the English settlers, just beginning to arrive in Wel- lington, were disturbed lest the tribe should fall foul of the representatives of a country which has produced so treacherous a suit of mail.' Knowledge of arms, on the part of the Maoris, had advanced ; indeed, they were in no wise tardy to pit themselves against British troops. Their own success, or rather the want of success of the British, had brought about this state of feeling. Careful, direct 92 IN THE FIELD study of the situation, upheld Sir George in the intuition that he must strike firmly at the rehellion, and take every civil step that would tend to lay it. He stopped the sale of arms to the natives, though for another reason than that advanced by Te-Whero- Whero. Some fancied that his action might occasion discontent, if not revolt, among the friendly Maoris. * Well,' was his answer, * if that is a risk, we must run it.' He gripped the nettle of land dealing, as between whites and natives, admonishing : ' The State shall conduct it. Then, it will be seen what the Maori has to sell, and the European will be made certain of a proper title. We shall have a regular system, the State standing between the parties to secure that all is fair. Thus friction may be avoided.' Again, Sir George organised a native police force, which paid a double debt. It not only waited upon law and order, but exercised a civilising influence towards the Maoris, through those who were trained in its ranks. That aim was at the end of all his plans ; every road was marked ' To Civilisation.' Next, Sir George took the field. By accompany- ing the soldiers, he was able to gain a variety of advantages. He was at hand to sanction what steps might be necessary, an advance on cumbrous despatch writing. His presence was especially valuable when sea and land forces happened to be co-operating. He could order both, being Governor, Commander-in- Chief, Lord High Admiral, and everything else, in New 93 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL Zealand. Finally, he could speak, face to face, with the Maoris, friends and enemies, in the name of the Queen. On the Elphinstone he had devoted his hours to the study of Maori, following his principle, c You cannot govern a race, to the best advantage, unless you are able to communicate with them in their own lan- guage. They will receive you more intimately if you thus meet them ; they will tell you things which they would not care to confide to an interpreter. More- over, to know the language of a people is a great assistance to the entire understanding of them, their needs and characteristics. My Maori helped me enormously, and the language, with its rich folk-lore and tradition, fascinated me as I grew in knowledge of it.' The main stronghold of Heke and Kawiti was a pa designated, in Maori, Ruapekapeka, of which the English equivalent is ' Bat's-Nest.' Here the Maoris were in martial clover, having reasoned with them- selves : ' We'll build a pa the Pakehas can't take, if we are behind its walls. We await them in this place, and if they want us, just let them come on.' That was Sir George Grey's summary of the resist- ance which the English forces, moving to invest Ruapekapeka, had to meet. Fortune smiled, and exacted little as return sacrifice. * Our force,' he narrated, * was strengthened by a detachment of friendly Maoris under the command of Waka Nene, a grizzled warrior. He was my 94 THE 'BATS-NEST' chief adviser among the Maoris, and his services were of the utmost value to me. Waka Nene recognised the necessity, in New Zealand, of a government which could control both races. The former mistake, of trying to storm a well-defended pa, was replaced at Ruapekapeka by an artillery bombardment. Having made myself familiar with the method of warfare pursued by the Maoris, I decided this to be our line of tactics. They could use their Tower muskets with effect, but of artillery they had none, except a few old ships' guns, which they would have been better without. ' We had pounded the " Bat's-Nest " heavily, when, on a Sunday, Waka Nene's brother, Wi Waka, made out, from our front, that it seemed to be more or less empty. The Maoris had gone to a sheltered spot to celebrate divine service, thinking perhaps that Sunday was not a battle day with us. They relied upon our observing Sunday for praise and rest, unaware that Christian nations have done much of their hardest fighting on that day. Immediately we learned of Wi Waka's discovery, our men advanced into the pa. Rushing back to occupy it, at the alarm, the Maoris met us already in possession. They endeavoured, with vigour and gallantry, to drive us out, but could not, and the whole affair was over in a quarter of an hour. 4 Wi Waka sustained a severe wound in the en- counter, being shot through the ribs, on the left side. Hearing of this, I ran to him, and he asked me would he die of the wound or not ? I replied that I could not 95 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL tell, that possibly it might not be a fatal wound, but on the other hand it might be. When I had spoken he took my hand and said, " Have I done my duty to- day ? Say!" * Several chiefs had by this time gathered round, and we were all much touched by Wi Waka's appeal. I could only answer, " Yes, certainly ! You have done your duty nobly." He turned to the chiefs : " Did you hear the Governor's word ? I don't care now, if I die." Happily he recovered, but the incident showed the spirit of the man, and he was an example of the others.' The English force, Sir George made the postscript, was to have assailed the ' Bat's-Nest ' on the Monday, the defences being much knocked about. The intention was to assault from the rear, and he believed they would have been certain of the enemy, without incurring any considerable loss. The fall of Ruapekapeka brought peace to the northern half of New Zealand, and when the Governor visited Heke it was * To explain to him that I was his friend, which he admitted.' Some of the folks in New Zealand blamed Sir George for being too indulgent towards revolted Maoris, fearing, ' In thanks they will raid Auckland some day, and massacre us all.' A retired military officer, inclined to that view, was staying at Govern- ment House, Auckland, the night a fire destroyed it and Sir George's earliest group of literary treasures. * When a shout went up, on the discovery of the fire,' Sir George laughed in recollection, * my guest 96 THE OLIVE BRANCH fancied that his prophecy about the Maoris had ccme true. He looked out of his bedroom window, saw Maoris about, and assured himself that an attack on us had begun. He barricaded his door with a chest of drawers, the chairs, whatever he could lay hands on. Being a man of military training he prepared for a desperate siege, and this so effectively, that I believe he had, on learning the real state of matters, to escape the fire by crawling through the window. Afterwards, the Governor had a critic the fewer, of his olive branch to the Maoris. 97 X 'TWIXT NIGHT AND MORN NIGHT and morning in the far south were vividly reflected to Sir George Grey in tales of Rauparaha and Rangihaeta, Maori chieftains, and of Siapo, Loyalty Islander. Before his arrival in New Zealand, the Maoris had been divorced from their cannibal practices. Yet, the horrid traffic was not remote, if he were to accept a lasting rumour of Rauparaha and Rangihaeta. The pair were making their own war stir for him, and must be tackled. It was earlier that, sitting on a hillside in friendly converse, they sent a slave girl for a pail of water. As she tripped off to do their bidding, Rauparaha, the story was, shot her through the back for a meal. No doubt cannibalism, among the Maoris, had thriven on the absence of animal meat, for New Zealand was peculiar in that respect. Its one large creature of the lower world was the moa, of which Sir George said { It was akin to the ostrich, but no European, I believe, ever saw it alive.' Governor Grey and Bishop Seiwyn were out together on a walking expedition, and it was Easter BISHOP SELWYN Sunday. i Christ has risen ! ' Selwyn reverently welcomed the day, and his companion joined, * Indeed He has.' They were communing in that spirit when a bundle of letters, sent from Auckland to intercept them, was brought into the tent. One to Selwyn bore the news of the death of Siapo, who had become a Christian under his teaching, and who was being educated, with other natives, at his seminary in Auckland. The Bishop, overcome with grief, burst into tears ; then broke some moments of silence with the words, ' Why, you have not shed a single tear ! ' 4 No,' said Sir George, * I have been so wrapped in thought that I could not weep. I have been thinking of the prophecy that men of every race were to be assembled in the kingdom of heaven. I have tried to imagine the wonder and joy prevailing there, at the coming of Siapo, the first Christian of his race. He would be glad evidence that another people of the world, had been added to the teaching of Christ.' * Yes, yes,' Selwyn remarked, drying his tears, 'that is the true idea to entertain, and I shall not cry any more.' What a touching incident ! It shows us the depth of feeling which united Governor and Bishop. Only Sir George's version ran, ' It illustrated Selwyn's great, good heart. Stalwart, quite the muscular Christian, he had the simple heart of the child. He was a man entirely devoted to his duty, counting nothing of trouble or reward. We worked hand ir 99 H 2 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL hand. During an illness in New Zealand, I drew out a constitution, such as I believed would best suit the Church of England there. Broadly, it came into operation, and in a speech, when he was leaving New Zealand, Selwyn told of its origin.' You seek life pictures, rather than any chronology of dates, and therefore to a second incident of Sir George and Selwyn on tramp. They were in the Taupo range of mountains, and their supply of food had run very short. By the borders of Lake Taupo they sighted the house of a Maori chief who, being absent, had shut it up. Believing he might find inside a stay to their wants, Sir George forced the door, and after that a cupboard. In it were rice and sugar and other supplies, which he exhibited to Selwyn with the triumphant shout, * Here, Fll make you a present of all this ! ' 1 I'm afraid,' the Bishop gently remonstrated, * that there will be trouble about our doings. You see we have really broken into somebody's house.' 1 Oh, no,' Sir George reassured him, c I know the chief who owns the place, and he would give us part of himself.' On the following day they met the chief, as he was returning home at the head of a string of his men. Sir George informed him of the straits to which he and the Bishop had been put, and of what they had done, and received this approval, < Well, that was like true friends, and I'm so glad you did it ! ' ' You can realise,' Sir George drew the inference, 100 DRIVING THE R'OXD ' how easy it was for me to get on with so chivalrous a race as the Maoris ! ' He and they had arrived at a mutual comprehension of each other. They recog- nised his parts, the manner in which he could make himself felt where least expected, the difficulty of beating him in expedients, his desire to advance their interests and happiness, his tender care for them as a father, after he had ridden as the Caesar. Towards the full understanding, his bout with Rauparaha and Rangihaeta was, perhaps, an assistance. ' The name Rauparaha,' he narrated, * means in Maori a cabbage leaf; a wild cabbage leaf. The tradition was that Rauparaha's father was killed and eaten by some rival chief. While eating him, the other chief mumbled with inward satisfaction, " This man eats like a young cabbage." The son, being told, vowed revenge, and took the name Rauparaha to emphasise the fact. It was insulting, he felt, to laugh over the eating of his father.' Sir George's pledge for peace was the opening up of the country by means of roads, and he drove these hither and thither. The power of resistance which the Maoris manifested in warfare, kept anxiety sim- mering at Downing Street. ' In that connection,' Sir George said, * Earl Grey, as Colonial Secretary, consulted the Duke of Welling- ton on the best policy for securing the durable settlement of the Maoris. The Duke, I learned from Earl Grey himself, advised the making of roads which would knit New Zealand, and employ the natives. 101 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL Just after Earl Grey had seen the Duke, he had despatches from me, in which I outlined, in almost as many words, what I had been doing.' The coincidence struck Sir George, and it gratified him to have the Duke in agreement. He was supported by another eminent soldier, when, at a London dinner party, being asked to give his opinion of the conduct of the Crimean War, he answered, * I should have attacked upon the St. Petersburg side, where you could really get at Russia, instead of on the Crimean side, with its strong forts, its distance from the centre of the empire, and a food supply confined to that carried by the ships.' In New Zealand he had no difficulty in getting Maori labour, since it was fairly paid, and excellent trunk roads were the result. Rauparaha took the innovation with a seeming unconcern, meant to hide an adverse feeling, which Rangihaeta, however, frankly expressed. He could look back upon his years, old Rauparaha, and mark in them enough stir and fight to satisfy a score of warriors. Age had crawled on to his shoulders, causing his furtive eyes to rest on the ground. But he was still himself, as Sir George Grey realised, on receiving certain informa- tion. It indicated that Rauparaha was in a league of mischief, that he had quietly given a signal, and that large bodies of natives were drawing down the coast to his aid. Farther, it was put to Sir George that an attack on Wellington was the evident object. This would be calamity, for the forces available as a defence, IO2 RAUPARAHA'S CAPTURE at short notice, were small. Now for the Governor's action, which some criticised as high-handed. ' At first/ he related the exploit, 1 1 was doubtful whether I could fairly attribute the scheme to Rauparaha. However, I satisfied myself that the information which had reached me was well-founded. It had been brought by a man who was in touch with the Maoris creeping down the coast, and who could speak Maori. These bodies of natives, you under- stand, had prevented all news travelling. That was how they were able to get so near, without our being aware of it. * What was I to do ? Was I to delay until actually attacked ? That would have been to wait for too much proof of the plot ; and my information satisfied me. I had a picked force put on board a man- of-war lying at Wellington, and with it, and another small vessel, we set out for Rauparaha's country. Besides myself, only three or four of the officers, I suppose, knew the nature of our mission. We landed, after dark, at a point of the sea coast near Rauparaha's camp, quietly surrounded it, burst in and captured him. The thing was to swoop into the camp before the Maoris could have any warning, or attempt to resist. Thus an encounter, involving slain and wounded, would be avoided. Rauparaha was taken off to the ships in a boat, and we conveyed him to Wellington. 'The results were as I had anticipated, for Rauparaha being our prisoner, there was nobody to give 103 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL the word of command to the Maori disaffectants, who melted away. I told Rauparaha there were two courses open to him. He could take his trial, before an open court, for what he had done, or he could remain a prisoner, until I thought the interests of peace would permit me to release him. He elected to continue my prisoner, and other chiefs became bail for him when I did let him go. c Rauparaha's defence was that he intended no harm, and that he was not in the plot, for he admitted there was a plot. I asked him why, if he meant no harm, he did not tell me that all these men had come so near. To that he had no answer, and besides I submitted to him a letter, which had been sent up the coast, telling the men to march down. He called the letter a forgery, but there was no question, in my judgment, that it was dictated by him and cir- culated by his desire. The best proof of its genuine- ness was that its plan was carried out, that the Maoris did collect in response to it. Nobody could have managed the business but Rauparaha. * What would have been the outcome of an attack on Wellington ? Turmoil ! I certainly believe that it would have been attacked. Then, a large force must have been sent to punish the raiders, or Welling- ton would have had to be abandoned. In either event, the progress of New Zealand would have been thrown back for years.' Though restored to his tribe, Rauparaha never regained his power, and was a desolate man. It was 104 RANGIHAETA WON OVER a characteristic of the Maoris, that when a chief had a tumble he lost his influence. To that detail Sir George added another, namely that Rauparaha was a very good speaker. Indeed, many of the Maoris had the true gift of eloquence. Rauparaha left some Maori manuscripts, about himself, to the Governor who had so unceremoniously made him captive. It was a tribute to that Governor's genius for attaching the regard of men, converting even enemies into friends. Another instance, and another incident, lie in the conversion of Rangihaeta to road-making. He had rushed to the rescue of Rauparaha, on hearing of his capture. It was the chivalrous daring of one chief, towards the brother in distress, but unavailing. Not a hair of anybody's head had been hurt, yet Rauparaha was already beyond his friend's reach. Rangihaeta sulked into his own fastnesses a rumble of discontent and vengeance. Sir George did not wish him to remain in a state holding so little happiness. Moreover, the all-important high roads must invade even Rangihaeta's territory. Diplomatic overtures were not wasted ; they blossomed quietly, and then bloomed on an inspiration. 4 When the old fellow had begun to get frail and ill,' said Sir George, < I sent him a pretty pony and trap. The sea shore, at his part of New Zea- land, offered a splendid stretch of firm sand, one of the finest drives in the world. Delighted with his carriage, he would use it ; only a breadth of rough land intervened between his pa and the beach. He 105 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL could not drive across it, so what does he do but turn out his men to make a roadway. * There was merriment in Maoriland at the idea that Rangihaeta, hitherto sternly opposed to our roads, should himself be constructing one. That was, as I had hoped, and he made no more difficulties for us. How could he ? There he was, almost every after- noon, driving on the sands in all the pride of peacock feathers. Not merely that, but he aired his sister Topera, a woman of first-rate abilities, and of wide influence among the Maoris.' Meanwhile, an outbreak at Wanganui furnished Sir George with material for his administrative wits. He was strolling up and down, deep in meditation, on a sort of terrace at his residence in Auckland. Turn- ing, he noticed a Maori running towards him, and the next moment the Maori was rubbing his nose against the Governor's, the native fashion of salute. Sir George, himself, had raced one of the fleetest members of a Maori tribe, throwing off his coat to do it, and proving the victor. * I was somewhere on the coast, with several of my officers and a number of Maori chiefs, and there was a debate as to running. I ventured the statement that I could, perhaps, beat the Maoris at a distance contest. They selected their best man, a young chief, and I fancy it took me more than half a mile to get away from him.' Those civilities were very well in their place, but the Governor would have dispensed with the nose rub- bing of the native at his doorstep, so anxious was he to 106 MAORIS IN WAITING learn the reason. There was news in the man's face, and when he gathered words, it proved to be that of the Wanganui outbreak. A spark there, had been the going off, by mishap, of a midshipmite's pistol. The lad was toying with it, amusing himself and a Maori chief. ' Look here, old fellow ! ' he had exclaimed, and to his own amazement the pistol went bang, hurting the chief in the face. Extracting from his Maori mercury, every point of information he could furnish, Sir George ordained silence upon him, lest uneasiness might be caused among the people of Auckland. Then, on the plea of making a rapid tour of the outposts of the Colony, he organised a move on Wanganui. He went thither by sea, with a contingent of troops and a body-guard of leading Maori chiefs. * These,' Sir George smiled, c had been vowing all sorts of handsome things to me, and I took them at their word. I said to them that no better opportunity could arise, enabling them to fulfil their promises. They would be beside me, ready to send orders to their several tribes, should the assistance of these be needed. I need hardly add, that nothing untoward could happen in the localities which the chiefs denoted, while they were absent with me. Generally, I went about with a group of them in my train, as I preferred to have the possibilities of trouble with me. They took kindly to travel, and they always behaved most admirably towards me.' As his vessel touched the Wanganui shore, a Maori 107 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL was seen scouring along it, in desperate haste. Behind, there raced a thread of enemies, Maoris on the war- path, but the man plunged into the surf before they could overtake him. Sir George imagined that here was another messenger, with information from the little Wanganui garrison of British soldiers. It was neces- sary he should hear tidings without a moment's delay, and he jumped into the ship's boat, which had been lowered to pick up the swimmer. The latter was pulled into it dripping wet, and in a rare state of excitement. He seized Sir George, to salute him in Maori fashion, and the roll of the boat sent them both sprawl- ing among the thwarts. Not minding that, the Maori kept vigorously rubbing the nose of his Excellency, who made the plaintive comment, ' I could not help myself. Besides, I had no grievance, unless that the Maori was using up, with his nose, precious minutes, to which he might better have given his tongue. That's an unusual compliment to pay the latter human member.' The Wanganui crisis was settled by a show of strength, and a shrewd ukase, for Sir George set himself against more fighting. The recalcitrant Maoris had been accustomed to come down the river to trade, getting in return, sugar, tobacco, and other dainty necessaries. ' I shut them off from all that, until such time as they should submit, and undertake to live in peace. Neither could they meet their friends, and tiring of 108 AN EARLY BOYCOTT these laws, they gave in.' It was the boycott, em- ployed by a Queen's servant, long before the word itself entered our language. During the disturbances, a Maori leader, in sincere quest for tobacco, found something more deadly. He was rummaging a provision chest, not his own, when a wandering bullet plunged through the roof of the wooden cottage. It entered his head and put out his pipe for ever. The occurrence gave the Maoris an eerie shiver, for it was as if death had fallen straight from Heaven. They were learning to look up there, though a chief, the story went, once rebuked a missionary : * You tell me to turn my gaze to Heaven, not to care for earthly things, and all the time you are grabbing my land.' 109 XI THE THRILL OF GOVERNING NOTHING is small in the making of an empire. It is the seeming trifles that often shape the way, fair or foul. This was a clear article of faith in Sir George Grey, and he would give it picturesque sittings. It had been with him wherever he carried the flag ; it dotted Australia, New Zealand, and South Africa with milestones of policy. These might not be visible to others, but he knew, having planted them. They told of what had been done, by means of the little things ; a bulwark against the undoing of the great things. Ever, the handling of personal elements was the master touch, the vast secret. Take Sir George's entrance into the circle of Knights Commanders of the Bath, with Waka Nene and Te Puni for Esquires. He was one of the youngest K.C.B.s ever nominated, being only thirty- six, and he just preceded his old friend Sir James Stephen. ' It struck me as a great shame,' his feeling had been, * that one to whom I was so much attached, whose services to the State were so much longer than no KNIGHT AND ESQUIRES mine, should be made to follow me in the " Gazette." I could have cried over it.' The notion of Esquires belongs, no doubt, to the truculent age when a brace of henchmen were useful beside the stirrup of a knight. Sir George did not revive them, in New Zealand, as a body-guard in any warlike meaning. Herein, there possibly lay a certain disappointment for his friends Waka Nene and Te Puni, both Maori chiefs of martial qualities. The purpose was to identify the Maori people with a reward, which the Queen of England had conferred upon her representative in New Zealand. * It is not for me alone,' Sir George Grey put the honour, ' but for all of us in this distant part of the realm. Therefore you, Waka Nene and Te Puni, shall join in the acceptance, in proof that the Queen forgets none of her subjects, no matter who they may be, or where they may dwell.' This was a sprig of the policy which he felt must be pursued by an Empire called to boundless limits. Did it rest its control of the nations, successively adopted into it, upon their fears, upon a compelled obedience ? Why, it would but grow the weaker as it spread, until eventually a time must arrive when, from its very vastness, it would fall into fragments. On the other hand, if, as it spread its dominion, it also spread equal laws, the Christian faith, Christian knowledge, and Christian virtues, it would link firmly to itself, by the ties of love and gratitude, each nation it adopted. Thus, it would grow in strength as it grew in area, its dominion in THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL being an object sought for, rather than submitted to impatiently. Go into the engine-room of administration, and listen to the clatter of yon modest pinion in a corner ! That is, follow the avoidance of a peril in New Zealand, which might easily have sown more seeds of race warfare. There had been a mysterious, deadly tragedy on the outskirts of Auckland, a retired naval lieutenant and his family the victims. The affair pro- foundly moved the young community, having regard to the unrest which had been rife in the land. Several natives were arrested as suspects, and Euro- peans put it to the Governor, * We shall certainly all be murdered, unless you deal sharply with them.' A leading Maori chief of the district went away, to be out of the serious trouble which, he feared, might arise at any moment. The Governor sent after him the message : c The manner in which to meet diffi- culty is not to flee from it, and you must come back. I relied upon you to behave with sense and courage, and I'm confident you will still bear me out in that view.' The chief did return, but said Sir George, * He upbraided me as being, to all appearance, a Governor quite unable to deal with such a problem as confronted me.' This was an exquisite turning of the tables. < Why,' argued the old Maori, * could you not at once have hanged the natives who were arrested ? If you had done that, everybody's mind would have been at rest, but, as things are, nobody feels safe. We imagine that we miy be blamed for the crime, while 112 PATOUNE'S TOOTH the English can have no confidence so long as no person has been punished. You see at what we have arrived.' Any spark might now fire the bracken, and it was the task of Sir George to prevent that. His despatches and blue-books, fodder for the browse of Downing Street, had to wait upon this other business, which would not even go into them. Not unless there was a crash, during a moment's want of vigilance, or by lack of perfectly deft management. The greater empire making, it is evident, was not to have to write any blue-books. None were written, for the tension between European and Maori, healed in the hands of the patient doctor. It turned out that a Van Diemen's Land convict was the villain of that remote new Zealand drama. Patoune, an influential Maori chief, had been zealous in the unfathoming of the mystery, and men- tioning that, Sir George Grey was led to say, * Some time before his death Patoune rowed over from Auckland to my island at Kawau. Seeing the boat coming, I walked down to the shore to meet its occu- pant and conduct him indoors, where we had a long conversation. On leaving he spoke, " Yes, I wanted to be with you once more, before I go the way of all men. I have had my last fallen-out tooth set in a walking-stick, which pray accept, a mark of our friendship." As you can suppose, this affected me deeply. A piece of bone is a kind of Maori talisman, and Patoune meant his tooth to bring luck to me. 113 I THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL He thought my carrying it about with me, might one day save me from misfortune.' The incidents of governing are incongruous ; they jostle queerly. An official letter was put into the hands of Sir George Grey, as he stood on the sea- shore at Wanganui, watching a skirmish in progress with the Maoris. He seated himself, opened the envelope, and forgot the crack of muskets in the document it contained. This was a first constitution for New Zealand, and he was instructed to introduce the same. He didn't ; only that is a very red-letter tale. It should be told simply, as Sir George Grey told it. * In the middle of the turmoil at Wanganui,' he stated, 'out comes a constitution which had been passed by the British Parliament, and published in the " Gazette." It was, you understand, to be the instru- ment under which the New Zealand people should take their full, free place in the Empire. Up to that date they had not been self-governing ; the Governor ruled. Well, having studied it carefully where I sat, I arrived at the conclusion that it would not do at all. ' Conceive my surroundings ! There I was, with Maori chiefs whom I had brought from Auckland and Wellington. They trusted me ; they were helping me all they could to bring about a peace. This con- stitution, I discovered, would destroy, at one stroke, a treaty that of Waitangi, which every Maori in New Zealand held to be sacred. It was a treaty securing 114 A NATION'S FUTURE them in their lands ; it was their Magna Charta in every respect. Yet the constitution would go back upon all that, and I should be held traitor to every one of my pledges to the Maoris. Moreover, it would have seemed as if I had taken the chiefs away from their various tribes, in order that these might be the more readily despoiled of their lands. 4 Its treatment of the Maoris made the constitu- tion impossible, in my judgment, and there were other far-reaching objections. It was formed on the cast-iron methods of the Old World the methods which, I held, ought to be kept absolutely out of the New World. My motto might have been, " Leave us to ourselves ; let us try what we can contrive." What was I to do with a constitution unjust to the bulk of the colonists, as well as to the Maoris ; a plan going tilt against the federation idea which I hoped would, in future years, uprise in every country speaking the English tongue ? ' What was I to do indeed ? My instruction was not alone that of the Colonial Office ; but the con- stitution had been sanctioned by Parliament. A man's responsibility, in the largest sense, is, after adequate deliberation, to proceed as he determines to be just and wise. If he has to decide, not for himself only, but for others, unto future generations, there lies his course all the more. There was one clear line for me, simply to hang up the constitution, and intimate to the home authorities my ideas about it. This I did, and fortunately, as I thought, my plea prevailed 115 12 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL with the Colonial Secretary and with Parliament. The latter not merely went back upon its act, a quite extraordinary event in English Parliamentary history, but empowered me to draw up another constitution for New Zealand.' You seek, for a moment, to contemplate the Mother of Parliaments having a measure she had given forth, bluntly returned upon her. It was a trying experience, but she emerged from it more worthy than ever of her proud title. 'We shall give him,' Peel declared, when Sir George Grey went to New Zealand, c an assurance of entire confi- dence. We shall entrust to him, so far as is consistent with the constitution and laws of this country, an unfettered discretion.' Parliament lived up to that promise, and Sir George set himself to the mapping out of an adequate constitution. 4 The circumstances under which I drafted it,' he resumed his account, 'were peculiar, not to say romantic. The folks in New Zealand were aware of the work that had been delegated to me, and of the date at which it must be carried out. I was to have the constitution going within five years. There were various interests, and some of these would advance the request, " Tell us what you are to recommend ; let us have a part in framing the laws under which we are to be governed. You are an autocrat in your ways, and it is intolerable that we should not have a voice in the matter." 4 Then I consulted my Executive Council, and I 116 'I, TO THE HILLS' found it the autocrat, unwilling to let me do anything at all. I believed that, if left to myself, I could fashion something which would secure the gratitude of New Zealand for all time. I fancied I was capable of that ; as I had visions of a new form of constitution being helpful, far beyond New Zealand. In the end, when my thoughts had bent to a shape, I went up into the mountains between Auckland and Welling- ton, camped on Ruapehu, in a little gipsy tent, and set to the task. A few Maoris accompanied me to carry the baggage ; nobody else, for I could not have drawn the constitution with a cloud of advisers about me. ' Where did I get my inspiration ? Oh, by talking to the hills and trees, from long walks, and many hints from the United States constitution. I sought a scheme of government which should be broad, free, charged with a young nation's vitality. But the greatest merit of my constitution, was that the people of New Zealand could alter it at any point, should they desire to do so. That was why it appeared to me unnecessary to ask a number of leading men : Did they approve what I was doing ? I aimed at a most liberal constitution, and they could change it to their wishes as time went on.' Sir George held man's highest education to be that, which taught him the rights and duties of citizenship. No call could be more noble ; indeed here was the essence of all service and religion. Therefore, he conceived the best system of govern- "7 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL ment, to be one wherein the opportunities for the exercise of citizenship were the fullest. What could be more pathetic than the cramping of aspirations, such as had been seen in the case of Ireland ? It was as if the roots of a tree were half destroyed, so preventing the full flow of strength into the trunk. Sir George Grey's New Zealand constitution was thus inspired. There was in it the breath of the mountains, to which he had gone, as the great law- giver of the Jews went up into them to pray. It proclaimed a minute self-government, ending in a central Parliament. The powers in London approved it, with a modification which, looking backward, he pronounced a vital wound. He made both the Houses of Parliament elective ; the modification made one nominative. It spoiled the fabric of his handiwork. ' The kernel of my plan/ he said, * was a form of complete home rule, denominated in provinces. My idea was to give all the localities the right to levy their own taxes, and establish their own immediate rules. The great landowners were always antagonistic to this, believing that these councils would tax them, when a single Parliament, by the influence they might assert upon it, especially through a nominated Upper House, would not do so. Such was the force which, twenty years later, led to the destruction of the New Zealand Provincial Councils.' The old war-horse was not neighing for the fray, that being all over ; he was just putting his foot- note to a piece of history he had fashioned. It sug- 118 PLAYING < COCK-FIGHT' gested another. The Duke of Newcastle was con- cerned in the drawing up of the Canadian constitution. He informed the author of the New Zealand one, that he had been largely indebted to it. Mention of the Duke brought a smile on Sir George's lips, but he had doubts whether he should divulge the cause. * You know,' the reminiscence ran, ' I used, when in England, to visit the Duke of Newcastle at Clumber. I was there, a member of a party, on a wet day when we were cooped up in the house, unable to find occupation. Towards afternoon, everybody being in despair, I proposed, " Why not have some cock-fighting ? " Not the illegal cock-fighting of course, but the nursery-room style, where you have your hands tied in front of your knees, and try to turn an opponent over with your toes. My proposal was received with delight, and I suppose half a dozen of the leading men of England, were that afternoon kicking their heels in the air.' Sir George could catch laughter, when a burden really did rest upon his acts catch it, to carry the burden away. The quaint instance of how he got the better of the Maori children of Poa was in point. A member of that New Zealand tribe had come under the weights of justice at Auckland. The clansmen mustered to his rescue, and were willed to turn Auckland upside down, if necessary, in achieving it. The Governor heard betimes of the advance of their war canoes, and he arranged his welcome. 4 1 called out our defensive forces, including a 119 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL corps of pensioners settled in the locality, and placed them in position round the bight, where I supposed the Maoris would land. A man-of-war, which was in the harbour, I sent out to sea, with instructions to return when the invaders had arrived, and to block their exit. But everything was as if there had been nothing ; not a sign that we expected callers with hostile intent. * The Maoris rowed to the landing with vigour and confidence, forming indeed a picturesque sight, though I was little inclined to dwell on that at the moment. Next, they began to drag their canoes ashore ; but here a signal was given, and our half- circle of troops revealed themselves. The Ngatipoa evidently did not know what to make of the changed situation, or what to do. I sat on a hill and watched them, waiting for a move on their part, which pre- sently came. It was no business of mine to do more than I had done ; let them now propose ? They sent up their leader, escorted by a few men, to ask what I meant to do in the circumstances. That was considerate. * I had already agreed with myself that the thing was, by hook or crook, to get rid of the Ngatipoa in a peaceable fashion. To make prisoners of them all was not possible, even had it been wisdom ; the others might have done mischief. There were friends of my own among the Maoris, and I relied upon them as an assistance towards a solution. I must make the vaunted Ngatipoa in a measure ridiculous ; treat them 120 REPULSE OF THE NGATIPOA as if they were naughty children. I addressed the chief^ " How could you be so foolish ? I had thought you a wise fellow." He did not say what he thought I was, but admitted frankly the object of the raid. He asked me to allow them to leave quietly, and I con- sented, on condition they went at once. ' They petitioned to remain until the tide was at the flow, when they could readily get their big canoes afloat. But I was firm, fearing that if they lingered they might mix with the townspeople, be chaffed, and retaliate. Besides, I was determined that they should, as a lesson in humility, have the labour and indignity of pulling their canoes over the shingle. It vexed them sore, after having arrived with a war-whoop, to be obliged to beat so menial a retreat. However, they must submit to the toil and the jeers they had laid up for themselves, by their behaviour. As they were exhausted, I granted them leave to remain for the night at a pa, some miles distant from Auckland. Next day they forwarded me a penitent letter, through Selwyn, if I remember aright. 'The folks of Auckland had all turned out to witness the sport, and were very proud of the suc- cessful result. They were convinced, most of them, that they had something to do with bringing it about. A picture of the scene was painted to com- memorate it. What worried me, was that I was made to look so young beside my officers younger really than I was. Earlier, Peel had said of me, on the same text, that youth ought to be no bar to public 121 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL employment, and that, anyhow, it was a fault which was always mending.' Sir George Grey had established New Zealand with peace, and an ever rising prosperity. The two fondled these isles, as the Pacific Ocean lapped their shores. * On your arrival,' wrote the Maoris in one of their many farewell addresses to him, * the rain was beating, and the wind blowing fiercely ; and then you lifted up your voice to calm the raging elements.' England needed his spell elsewhere. 122 XII IN THE QUEEN'S NAME THE example of one gallant-minded, stout cadet, was maybe with Carlyle when he pictured the Queen in Council to pick out some other, still unoccupied, and adjure him in royal words : * Young fellow, if there do be in you potentialities of governing, a gradual finding, leading, and coercing to a noble goal, how sad it is that that should be all lost. I have scores on scores of colonies. One of these you shall have. Go and grapple with it in the name of Heaven, and let us see what you will build of it.' To Carlyle Sir George Grey might have gone, and laid at his feet South Australia and New Zealand. He had been their fairy autocrat during fourteen years ; and the rugged out-looker at Chelsea would have admitted them to be healthy brats. New Zealand having been fitted with her Parliament, Sir George turned his face homeward, on leave of absence, Selwyn a fellow voyager. Mother's boy and mother hoped to meet once more, but it was not to be. The Mother- land had kept the servant too long on duty, but he grudged her not even that. 123 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL * My mother,' said Sir George softly, * had been in frail health for some time, and I was always hoping to get home on her account. She heard that our ship had been signalled in the English Channel, then that I had landed, and she waited my appearance with loving expectation. My young step-brother entered her room, and mistaking him for me, she grasped his hand in thankfulness. The thing excited her, so very weak was she, and her death took place before I could reach her. Happily, I had at least the consolation that she believed she had seen me/ The danger spot, in our over-sea territory, was now South Africa, where British and Dutch were at odds with each other, and both at odds with the natives. Affairs were a chaos. The region, grown historic as the Transvaal, had been told to arrange its future as it would. The Orange Free State had been kicked out- side the British line of empire, with a solatium in money, in the manner that an angry father bids adieu to a ne'er-do-well son. A white man in South Africa hardly knew what flag he was living under, or, indeed, if he could claim any. Panda, on the Zululand frontier, growled over his assegai and knobkerry. Moshesh, the Basuto, hung grimly on the face of Thaba Bosego, a Mountain of Night in very truth. The embers of a Kaffir war still glowed. Who was to hold the arena ? Its hazards were thrown to Sir George Grey. At the moment, he would, perhaps, rather have returned to New Zealand, but he was told that somebody with the necessary 124 SOUTH AFRICA qualifications must hie to the Cape, and that the Govern- ment had selected him. He packed his baggage and sailed from Bristol, Sir James Stephen going down there to see him embark. Bristol, as he explained, was then endeavouring to establish relations with the Cape and Australasia, which were coming into note. * When I reached Cape Town,' Sir George pursued, * they had just got their first Parliament, but it was hardly in operation. Under the constitution that had been granted, the Governor remained, to all purposes, the paramount force in the country. His ministers had practically no power over him, and thus everything was more or less in his hands. On urging them, as I often did, to go in for a system under which the ministers should be directly re- sponsible to the people, not to the Governor, I would be told, " Oh, we can always get rid of you, if you do anything wrong, by an appeal to the Colonial Office." It was not until after I left the Cape that popular government was brought into effect. What sort of South Africa did I find ? The bulk of the whites were Boers, who were most conservative in their ideas. There were no railways, and I had great difficulty in making that innovation acceptable to the Boers. Effort was requisite for the construc- tion of harbours, a matter of equally vital importance, which I took in hand. It was desirable to give South Africa every possible element of a high civilisation, as, farther, universities, schools, and libraries. A mixture of Saxon and Dutch, she had to work out her destiny 125 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL on her own lines, untrammelled by the Old World. Also, she must enlighten that cloud of a barbarous Africa which was pressing down from the north. * How South Africa has changed since then ! To illustrate that, Bloemfontein was quite a small place in the far wilds. Nobody knew where the capital of the freshly created Orange Free State was to be. No wonder either, since, for a while, many of the people refused to accept the new form of government, and would not vote for a President. They were angry, at having been thrust forth from their heritage as British subjects. What nation, they demanded, had the right so to treat a section of its people, who had done nothing to disqualify themselves from citizenship ? * You have to remember that the movement for throwing over the Colonies, was rising as an active force in England. They had come into being almost unbidden ; they were regarded with a cold interest. The notion that it would be a good thing to lop them off altogether, was being accepted among English statesmen. You could feel the heresy in the air gusts that brushed your face like a chill.' The South Africa thus put foot upon by Sir George Grey, was re-created to him long after, in a cablegram that he received in New Zealand. The South African railway system, which he tended in its infancy, had crawled north to Bloemfontein, as it has since gone farther, and still goes on, the iron-shod tramp. That auspicious day, Bloemfontein remembered the author of its Grey College, and gripped his hand 126 EX-PRESIDENT REITZ across the sea. It made him very happy. Providence had set him to garden three countries of the Southern Hemisphere in rapid succession. That * God bless you ' from Bloemfontein, showed, perhaps, that he had not tilled in vain. * There can be no harm,' said Sir George, * in relating another incident, which kept up the kindly link between the Orange Free State and myself. Before my friend Mr. Reitz accepted its Presidency, he wrote and asked me would I be willing to consider the offer, provided it were made to me ? I was then, I think, in the quiet of Kawau Island, and I suppose Mr. Reitz believed I might be more actively employed. * One did not need to be already a burgher of the Free State, for President Brand had not been ; at all events, that was not an obstacle. I did not see my way to regard the offer, but the making of it mani- fested a beautiful trait in Mr. Reitz's character. How many men, being tendered the highest post that their country could confer, would have turned to another, asking, " Will you accept it ? " The manner in which Sir George tackled the South African embroilment, appears in his treatment of that mongrel race, the Hottentots. They recruited largely to the Queen's Colonial service, but had a grievance in that, on leaving, they did not get, as they had been led to expect, the pension of white troopers. The * Totties,' so christened in the Colony, might be loyal and brave, but they were not whites, 127 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL and anything was good enough for them, if only it meant an Imperial saving. The Governor determined, ' This must be wiped out ; its effect has already been disastrous ; the Queen's uniform has but one colour.' He applied to Downing Street, only to be informed that it was not possible to reward native troopers, on retirement, as whites were. This did not content him. 4 1 went to the Cape Parliament, which, recognising the simple justice of my proposal, adopted it with a wise liberality. There was immediate satisfaction among the Hottentots, and on no subsequent occasion did they give trouble. It was ever my endeavour to bind the natives to us by esteem, to convince them that British rule was the most desirable rule they could have.' How winsomely Sir George made the Queen a living personality as well as a mighty name to the native races ! c Ha-ha ! ' cried Maori, African, Australian, c the Queen is indeed our mother, for Governor Grey shows it by his acts.' But the eloquent word on that, came from an old Kaffir woman, whom nobody owned, Lot Hrayi. This was her epistle, through the Governor to the Queen : * I am very thankful to you, dearest Queen Victoria, that you have sent, for me, a good doctor, a clever man. I was sixteen years blind, Mother and Queen, but now I see perfectly. I see everything. I can see the stars, and the moon and the sun. I used to be led before j but now, Mother, O Queen, I am 128 HER MAJESTY able to walk myself. Let God bless you as long as you live on earth ; let God bless Mother ! Thou must not be tired to bear our infirmities, O Queen Victoria.' To Sir George, Lot Hrayi's dispatch was a State paper. * Native races,' he laid down, * understood personal rule, and the great thing was to make the Queen vivid, a reality, to them. England ? Yes, it was a place far distant, where there were no dark-skinned peoples. The Queen of England ? Ah, yes, they could comprehend her ! She sat on a throne, so beautiful that its place must be where all was beautiful and good. Her heart beat for her folk, irrespective of their colour ; she would minister to their happiness. Nothing could more delight her, than to secure the well-being of those who claimed her powerful protec- tion. That was intelligible ! 'Thus, when I had a measure of mercy, of justice, or of guidance to announce, I did it directly, in the Queen's name, and in the native languages. It was the Queen's utterance, though spoken by me, and it would be difficult to indicate how well the charm worked. Go into a cottage, in almost any part of England, and you will, I judge, find a portrait of the Queen hanging on the whitewashed walls. There were no portraits in the Kaffir kraals, yet the Queen entered them, a beneficent influence in many a crisis.' Striving to attach the Kaffirs, Sir George granted them written titles to their lands. They could not 129 K THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL at first perceive the object of the parchment, and he would express it thus : * If you have any trouble with your lands, it is only necessary for you to go to a judge with this document. He will read it, and if there is a real grievance, he will have it put right. Even the Queen's army might be ordered away from a place, by a few policemen, if a judge so directed.' The chiefs would often say afterwards : * Oh, Sir George Grey explained to us, all about the advantages under which we held the land. He told us that the Queen, herself, could not turn us off the ground, with- out going to the supreme courts which dispensed justice in her name. If a claimant were found not entitled to a piece of land, he would be removed by the Queen's officers. But if he had right behind his claim, why, he would be maintained in it by those officers.' * Some people,' Sir George made comment, * declared it absurd that I should instil those ideas into the minds of the natives, but, in reality, it resulted in their having far more respect and regard for the Queen.' Assuredly, his policy made the Kaffirs eager to get land titles, and these were always another link binding them to good behaviour. It was the con trivance of the silken thread, wound here, there, everywhere, as against the other method, of a horse- hair halter. Should some swashbuckler have contrary views on native administration, he could relieve his fierceness by tracing the word * Hottentot ' to its origin. Sir 130 A STUDY IN * HOTTENTOT 1 George had an amusing story of Cape Town in controversy on this term, which the Hottentots had always insisted did not belong to their forefathers. * With a desire to solve the problem,' he related, 'I suggested that people in Cape Town should be asked to write papers on the name. This proposal was carried out, and a small sheaf of essays came in response. Well, I was looking over an old Dutch dictionary, and there I found " Hottentot " described as meaning " Not speaking well ; a stammerer." The name, apparently, had been conferred by the early Dutch settlers, in South Africa, upon the natives first met, on account of the stuttering noise these caused in speaking. All the competitors wanted to have their papers back, in order, as they pleaded, to make a few corrections.' Again, that was a process which Sir George was ever willing to apply to himself. Yet, being very human, he loved to make the corrections in his own fashion, like the essay-writers at Cape Town. There, at the foot of Africa, he sat, bold and cautious, leading the What- Was onward to the What-Ought-To-Be. He might be compared to a charioteer driving two horses, one white in two shades, jibbish at a corner, the other black as Satan, unbroken to the bit. But the chariot must move forward steadily, evenly, to its greater glory. Kaffraria had to be put on a peace footing. The ideas, at the root of the tribal system, were averse to the growth of civilisation, but instead of pruning 131 K 2 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL these violently, and so causing friction, Sir George would adapt them. The chiefs were largely depen- dent for their wealth in cattle and other chattels, on the punishments which they meted out to the tribes- men for offences, or imaginary offences. Let a Kaffir prosper, and he was certain to be charged with witch- craft. That was sudden death, and the cattle went to the kraals of him who ordered it. The chiefs had every incentive to create witchcraft cases, thus keeping the land dark. Sir George met that, and farther bonded them fiefs of the Queen, by giving them small salaries as magistrates. He established regular courts, and in these the chiefs had their seats and a white man's guidance, while the fines went to the Government. A scarred warrior exchanged his dripping assegai for the Queen's com- mission as a J.P. He swaggered mightily at his bargain. * It had, 1 Sir George brought up an apt anecdote, * been promised the natives that their laws and customs should not be interfered with. After I introduced the courts, a chief was discovered to have put one of his tribe to death for witchcraft. I had the affair gone into, whereupon the chief contended, " You are aware of the undertaking we got, and trial for witchcraft is part of our customs." 4 He fancied there could be no answer to this, and the other chiefs within hearing grinned approval. "Very well," I addressed him, "let us take it that way. But as you have killed this man you must 132 THE USES OF ADVERSITY support his widow. That has nothing to do with any question of custom." * All the chiefs rolled on the ground, splitting with laughter. Knowing the penalty they might incur, the heads of tribes henceforth thought twice, before sending any man to death on a charge of witchcraft. They knew I had the means of compelling them to maintain the widow and family. I could stop the necessary amount out of their salaries. It was cheaper, and more effective, to give a bonus to a native chief than to keep a large standing army in Kaffraria.' Sir George had worn the red coat, but he was never anxious to have it picturesquely dotting a country-side, when other measures were possible. He had bartered with Downing Street for the allowance to his chiefs. Paring down on a Budget, Disraeli bethought himself of saving half of the grant for Kaffraria. Sir George Grey entered protest. He was answered, that when difficulties had to be met at home, sacrifices must be made in the Colonies. From tribulation, Sir George built authority. * The fact that I was fighting the battle of the chiefs with the Home Government, naturally increased my prestige among them. They saw that I was sincere in all I had done, and that I accepted them absolutely as good friends and loyal subjects of the Queen.' What happened ? From his private means, Sir George made up, to the full amount, the instalment of salaries next due. It was a stroke which he had to repeat on a larger scale. 133 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL England raised a German legion for service in the Crimea, and, the war over, did not know what to do with the men. It was not considered wise to let them loose in England, and if they went back to Germany they might have to face the music of a drumhead court-martial. Cape Colony agreed to receive the Germans as military settlers ; they would be planted, a row of defence, along the borders of Kaffraria. But the condition was attached that German families, into which the men might marry, should also be sent out. When asked to perform the second part of the bargain, Downing Street said, * Yes, we should like very much to do so, but we can't, for Parliament won't grant the money.' This left the matter in an unfortunate state altogether. The German firm, managing the emi- gration of the families, reported to Sir George, * The scheme must fall through, unless we have twenty thousand pounds at once.' * I was in London,' Sir George mentioned, * at the break between my two Governorships of South Africa. I went carefully into the matter, realising all that was at stake, and I gave the assurance, " You shall have the money this afternoon." I had never raised a large amount before, but I concluded that the place to go to was the City of London. I had several thousands with my bankers, on which I could lay hands, and I supposed they would enable me, by some method of interest, to get the remainder. 134 A HISTORIC CHEQUE * On the road to the City I met a connexion of mine, also a banker. He asked me what I was about, and I told him. " Why don't you come to us ? " he said. "I have no money with you," I replied ; "and never had." " No," was his response ; "but you need not pass us by in this matter. I should like to help you ; come and draw a cheque for twenty thousand pounds." That cheque was drawn, and South Africa ex- tracted from a grave social difficulty. The emigrants became an admirable settlement, and most honourably made good the outlay which they had occasioned. ' It wasn't banking, it wasn't business, that cheque,' Sir George was bantered long years after ; * but per- haps it was better.' c Ah ! ' he laughed back, * I'm benefiting myself now, for it seems that I returned thirty-eight shillings more than was due, and that therefore I have a balance to draw upon.' 135 XIII OCEANA AND A PROPHETESS ' SIR GEORGE GREY rode hard and far over the South African karoo, serving the Queen's writ in letters of gold. When he rode late, and the stars were ablaze, his saddle held a dreamer in dreamland. What a lightsome new world ! The sun had bathed it in the day ; night brought another radiance. Here was the emblem of all the New World should be to the Old. Not yet, perhaps, in the full, for there were things to do, but soon, when the outposts of empire, stretching to Australia, New Zealand, and beyond, had come into their own. Yes, those glorious stars overhead were only meant to shine on a New World reflecting their brightness ! One winked, and Sir George smiled. Sir John Herschel had visited the Cape to fix the southern stars. The recollection carried Sir George Grey to the astronomer's part in quite a different affair. He had the tale from Herschel himself, and classed it with the somewhat relative incidents of Carlyle and Bab- bage. It was worse for the victim. 136 THE PLIGHT OF HERSCHEL * Nevertheless/ said Sir George, * his statement of it to me, was marked by much humour and enjoyment. Jt was the third example of my great men coming to grief through their tailor ; anyhow, there lay a contributory cause. One might have moralised to Herschel on the subject of genius and clothes ; I did better, I sympathised. * Sir John, who was living near Windsor, had been up in London, and was to return home for dinner. It occurred to him that he might call, somewhere in town, about certain magnetic instruments that were being made for him, and still reach Windsor by the dinner hour. So he set off to the place, carrying in his hand certain small parcels^ the contents of which were probably intended for the dinner. Remembering his quaint figure, I confess I would have given some- thing to see him scudding along the London streets on that occasion. * Well, when he had accomplished a good part of the journey he asked himself, " Can I do it after all ? " He took out his watch, in order to ascer- tain what time was left him. He found that the way had occupied him longer than he had calcu- lated ; in fact, it was clearly impossible that he could go on to the instrument-maker, and also get home for dinner. He had a small party of guests that evening, and thus his punctual arrival was imperative. Having considered the dilemma for a minute, he wheeled about, satisfied that he must give up his mission if he would not spoil the dinner party. He started back in '37 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL a great hurry, and at once the cry was raised, " Stop thief! Stop thief!" * It appeared that a policeman, full of suspicion, had been watching the not very fashionable bearer of the parcels. When Sir John came to his sudden halt, this fellow reasoned, " Ah ! he observes me ; my suspicions are confirmed." There could be no manner of doubt, on Sir John setting to run in the opposite direction. The policeman shouted, " Stop thief ! " and rushed after the astronomer, a tail of curious people gathering from all sides. Sir John jogged on, heedless of the noise, ignorant of its cause, until the policeman brought him up. What was the matter ? The man of the law looked awful things, and kept a stern eye upon his prisoner, for that was now Sir John's position. * He explained that he was hurrying home for dinner, that his wife and friends would be waiting him, and that to be detained in such fashion was a trifle absurd, especially as he was Sir John Herschel. " Sir John Herschel ! " quoth the policeman ; " that's your game, is it ? No, no, my friend ; you'll have to come to the police-station with me." And away he marched the most eminent astronomer of many a year. * At the station Sir John could only protest his identity anew, and that his account of the parcels was correct. The officials, secure in their man, com- mended him on his report of himself, which, they joked, was capital. Sir John Herschel ! A brilliant idea ! In the end Sir John had to send for friends who could vouch for him, and who were amazed at '38 SANDILLI'S DANCE his plight. With many expressions of regret for the blunder, the police then allowed him to depart. He was late, to be sure, for dinner, but the worst of it was that he had no excuse to offer ; at all events he had none which he cared, then and there, to communicate to his wife and guests.' Nobody likes to be haled before the world at a disadvantage, as Sir John Herschel was in the above experience. People, great and small, naturally wish to appear fairly in the sight of others. Anything else, were to count out a human instinct which Sir George Grey utilised, when he visited the Kaffir chief Sandilli. Sir George discovered the innocent ways, by which the kingdom of civilisation could be advanced, to be a surprising number. Moreover, they were the most effective. Sandilli was a chief of wide influence, and as yet had not quite taken to the new order of native administration. When the Governor walked into his kraal, a full-rigged dance was in progress. Sandilli himself was leading it, and he stopped for a minute in order to welcome the visitor. * Then he went on, more merrily than ever,' Sir George described, ' in order that I might witness how well he could dance. He wished to impress me, to show me that here was a chief, strong, agile, graceful, a Kaffir of true kingly parts. The natives were grouped in a great circle, and the ground almost shook while they danced. They sang as they leapt about, and what they sang was, " It burns ! It burns ! It burns 1 " '39 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL until you could almost feel the glow of fire about you. They were, in imagination, burning the kraals of some other tribe with whom they had a quarrel. u It burns ! It burns ! It burns ! " I can hear them still, and realise how easily, in such a condition, they could have been led to do anything. It was fanaticism a-brew.' The dance over, there followed business with Sandilli. He made certain requests, with which the Governor was not able to agree. It was necessary to reserve them, but this must be done in such manner that Sandilli would not be offended. * You know,' Sir George enjoined him, * that a child born into the world is long before it can distinguish its parents from other persons, and longer still before it can distinguish friends from foes. As yet, I am almost a new-born child in this country, and can answer no matter hurriedly. Hence, let all affairs be submitted to me in writing, and no mistakes can possibly arise.' Sandilli and his headmen were disappointed, for they liked quick results in their diplomacy. Noting this, the Governor whipped the talk to thoughts agreeable to them. He carried them off in a happy flight, and their faces changed from gloom to mirth. When he had ridden from the kraal, and they could reflect, it was perhaps in the sense, ' We cannot quarrel with that Governor whatever may happen. He gives us no chance, but, on the contrary, entertains us. 1 140 KINGS AMONG MEN While Sir George Grey was King of the Cape, Moselekatsi was King of the Matabele, and the two ex- changed greetings and gifts. * Moselekatsi,' Sir George remarked, * had left the Zulus, and set up a new nation. We never met personally, but we were on very good terms. In those days there was a great hunter in South Africa, an Englishman who had come from India, and he presented Moselekatsi with a coveted uniform. It was of the old-fashioned kind, with bulky epaulettes on the shoulders ; and what must Moselekatsi do, but remove them from there and add them to the tails ! A humorous picture he must have made, in his distorted white man's finery.' In South Africa Sir George had the companionship of Colenso, as in New Zealand he had that of Selwyn. He likened them to each other, in their simple sincerity of nature, in their devotion to the ministry, and in their elevated ideals. They dined with those they were upbringing in the Christian faith, sitting at the head of the table, and they were complete shepherds of the flock. As Selwyn had been a walker, Colenso was a horseman, making a handsome figure in the saddle. He and Sir George would cover many a mile of veldt, eager in talk upon a Scriptural subject. It was thus when they first met, that being under the roof of Samuel Wilberforce, the famed Bishop of Oxford. Sir George had a hunting incident of Wilberforce. On one occasion he was having a gallop with him across the green English country. Turning a corner, 141 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL they met a pack of hounds, which had lost the scent and were trying to recover it. Said Wilberforce to Sir George, *As a bishop I have no business to go into the field, but my two boys have just donned red coats to-day, and I want to see them very much. You must, therefore, lead between those two persons. At last the slave went again to Tutanekai, who said to him, f Where is the water for me ? ' And his servant answered, c It is all gone j your calabashes have been broken.' c By whom ? ' said his master. 4 Didn't I tell you that there is a man in the bath ? ' answered the servant. 4 Who is the fellow ? ' said Tutanekai. c How can I tell ? ' replied the slave. * Why, he's a stranger.' ' Didn't he know the water was for me r ' said Tutanekai. c How did the rascal dare to break my calabashes ! Why, I shall die from rage ! ' Then Tutanekai threw on some clothes and caught hold of his club, and away he went and came to the bath and called out * Where's that fellow who broke my calabashes ? ' And Hine-Moa knew the voice, that the sound of it was that of the beloved of her heart ; and she hid herself under the overhanging rocks of the hot spring. But her hiding was hardly a real hiding ; rather a bashful concealing of herself from Tutanekai that he might not find her at once, only after trouble and careful search for her. So he went feeling about, along the banks of the hot spring, searching everywhere, whilst she lay coyly 193 o THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL hid under the ledges of the rocks, peeping out, wondering when she should be found. At last he caught hold of a hand and cried out, Hullo, who's this ? ' And Hine-Moa answered : c It's I, Tutanekai.' And he said : * But who are you ? Who's I ? ' Then she spoke louder, and said : ' It's I, 'tis Hine-Moa.' And he said : * Ho ! ho ! ho ! Can such in very truth be the case ? Let us two, then, go to my house.' And she answered ' Yes.' And she rose up in the water as beautiful as the wild white hawk, and stepped upon the edge of the bath as graceful as the shy white crane. And he threw garments over her, and took her, and they pro- ceeded to his house and reposed there, and thenceforth, according to the ancient laws of the Maoris, they were man and wife. 194 xvm A FATHER OF FEDERATION MR. GLADSTONE and Sir George Grey ploughed different seas, under charter from the English-speaking race. One flew his pennant in the nearer waters, the other in the farther. Now and then they met, but briefly, as ships do which pass in the night. 4 What I saw of Mr. Gladstone,' said Sir George, * was mostly at official gatherings, or gatherings arising out of official life. One session, however, during which I was in England, we dined almost every Wednesday evening at the same London house. * Mr. Gladstone was always a most charming per- sonality, and I recall his friendliness in walking up with me to the hall of ceremonies, when I received the honorary degree at Cambridge. He also was to have the honour conferred upon him that day, and it was considerate on his part to convoy me along, as I knew few people at Cambridge, the result of absence from England. ' As to public affairs, I suspect that he and I held widely different views, at all events on some subjects. Like everybody else, I recognised in him a command- 195 o 2 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL ing figure, but I am bound to say that his greatness seemed to me to lie in carrying out ideas, after they had been suggested by others, rather than in working them out himself.' Sir George meant that Mr. Gladstone's genius as a statesman, was constructive more than creative, the fashioner of progress. For himself, a solitary idea sufficed to keep his heart warm, even in the colds of age the federation of the English-speaking people. In one of the last letters he received from David Livingstone, there was the request, * Write me often because you cheer me up.' It was always possible to cheer Sir George up on federation ; that set him aglow. There were few to listen when he first preached the federal idea ; he cried in the wilderness, but he did not cease to cry. He waited long for the echoes to come back, and they did come, with interest, too, when negotiations for an Anglo-American treaty of arbitration went afoot. Then, the negotiations tumbled through, whereat he said : * Oh, the road may be a gradual one, with hills and stops, but there it lies, traced by destiny, and in the fulness of time it will be trodden.' Peering into the twentieth century, one who would never see it, he foretold that its great problem would be this of Anglo-Saxon federation. It was not for us to dip into the future, farther than we could reasonably behold, but so far we were not only entitled, but bound, to go. He doubted whether any 196 ANGLO-SAXON STRANDS question, equal in importance to federation, had ever before engaged the attention of so large a portion of mankind. On' that account he put forward with diffidence, the views which, after much reflection, he had formed upon it. By Anglo-Saxon federation, he understood joint action, in the interests of mankind, on the part of those owning allegiance to the English tongue. Forms and methods might take care of themselves, so the thing itself was begotten. Yet that could only be, if the ties sought to be woven were elastic, free and freedom-giving. He wanted a golden chain, binding men to men the Anglo-Saxon world over, but a curb chain nowhere. 4 1 am,' he spoke, * merely expressing what is gene- rally agreed, when I say that the end of the nineteenth century has brought us to a critical period in the history of the world. Systems of government do not last for ever ; they decay and have to be replaced. The most perfect of machines wears itself out, and another has to be substituted. * Not merely that, but the new one has to be of a different design, adapted to a fresh, most likely a severer, set of circumstances. A man who refused to utilise the wisdom and resources of his age in machinery, would be regarded as a madman. It is the same in the economy of the human family ; to dread wise and ordered change is to court trouble.' Thus, Sir George reasoned that we had arrived at an epoch of federation, the application of which 197 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL would be something new, only the conditions needing it had not arisen before. The ancients had not dis- covered the art of securing political representation, or, what the moderns called the principle of federation. It was not necessary for the ancients, as it had become for the moderns. Simply, the conditions of the world had changed, and that on two planes. In the past, there had been the continual discovery and peopling of new countries. No more remained to be discovered ; no corner of the globe remained unknown to us. We knew what each nation was engaged in doing, and we were able to estimate, with some measure of assurance, what it would continue doing. Next, the mass of the people had gained a potent voice in the management of affairs. Democracy was coming to the throne, if it had not quite grasped all the trappings. The key of what was to be, rested in those two facts, which made the world so different a working- machine from what it had been. And the using of the key was primarily confided to the Anglo-Saxon race, since it occupied the greatest extent of the globe, and included what was ripest and best in democracy. ' Everywhere,' Sir George showed, ' our people are working, with might and main, to develop the resources of the earth. They are characterised by a common language, a common literature, and common laws. Shakespeare, Milton, the riches of our classic literature, belong as much to these new nations over- sea, as they do to the Mother Country. The men 198 ONE RACE, ONE FAITH and women of Anglo-Saxon stock carry with them, wherever they go, the one faith of Christianity. * Really, there could not be anything but a unity, a oneness, in the whole structure upon which the race rests. If the progress, in natural federation, has been so great, through years when South Africa, or New Zealand, was far distant from England, when there were no swift steamers and no cables under the sea, what must it now become ? Such wonderful changes has modern science brought about, that the peoples of Greater Britain and America are next-door neighbours to the folks in the Old Country. < Nay, daily and hourly counsel goes on between all parts of the world, bringing the wisdom of the whole to each point. Communities, separated by seas and continents, are able to discuss with each other, on the minute, what action is for the highest interests of all. It is impossible that the federation we see existing in the incessant congress of the civilised world, can ever be gone back upon.' A pretty incident of Sir George Grey's tour through Australia as a tribune might have been re- ported in London next morning. This was following the first conference, held in Sydney, on the great subject of Australasian federation. Sir George, after a season of heather burning, was taking ship at Sydney, to return to New Zealand. A multitude of people streamed forth to bid him good-bye, and he walked down their ranks to the steamer. ' As I was stepping on board,' he told the episode, 199 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL 1 I noticed a lad smoking a cigarette. Being near him, I remarked quietly, " What a pity it is to see a bright boy like you smoking ! You are very young to smoke. I am sure if you consider the expense it will lead you into, and perhaps the injury to your health, you will not smoke." 4 He looked up at me for a minute as if thinking, and then, with the declaration, "I'll never smoke again," threw the cigarette from him. By this time the crowd had noted what was transpiring, and they cheered the lad again and again, much, Fm afraid, to his confusion. Now, wasn't that a nice thing for a boy to do ? It pleased me wonderfully.' The proofs of federation by cable, which Sir George selected, were not, however, related to him- self. One was the auspicious and happy event of the birth of a child, in direct succession to the English throne, Prince Edward of York. * Why,' he paused, * that was known within an hour on the farthest shores of Greater Britain, and the news, I can assure you, received with as keen a joy as in England.* The second case was the historic London dock strike, of which he said, < Not merely was that struggle followed from hour to hour in Australasia, but encouragements and assistance from Australasian workers to their comrades at home, swept continually across the seas.' There was already union between the different branches of the Anglo-Saxon family, and all we had to do was to afford it assistance in growing and forming. Ever, we must provide more adequate 20O GENERAL GRANT'S HOPE means for utilising the onward tide of humanity, striving after higher ideals. We needed to have life permeated with all the helps and lights that were possible ; not to shut these out as they became available. There had been disturbances to the growth of Anglo-Saxon union, and opportunities for its further- ance had been thrown away. Perhaps the greatest disturbance was the war between the Northern and Southern States of America. * It arose,' Sir George noted, ' out of the one great flaw in that wonderful creation, the American Constitution. Strangely enough, the Constitution omitted to make any provision for dealing with slavery, and inevitably, in course of time, came dispute and war.' Yet, the strands of race held unbroken through that trial, and the future was secure. Sir George Grey found himself reinforced, in so believing, by the opinion of General Grant. This he heard from Sir T. Fowell Buxton, who had travelled in America with Mr. W. E. Forster, while Grant was President. The General took his English visitors for a drive, and his talk was of military matters and his horses, until they were nearly back at Washington. Suddenly, he went off on the subject of an alliance between Great Britain and the United States, his hopes and expectations of it. He added that he should not live to witness the drawing together, but he was certain it must become a great power in the world, especially on sea. 201 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL * Well,' Sir George commented, * if General Grant, a man of singularly practical character, was among the prophets, I am quite content to be in his company.' When he talked of the federation of the British Empire, or of the larger welding in which he had belief, Sir George would declare, * No good service is rendered by creating difficulties ahead. We may be certain of this that each generation, as it comes rolling on, will hold its own views upon every subject, differing widely, perhaps, from the views of its predecessors. The essential thing, in all govern- ment, is to secure to the people at large, the power of enacting the laws they deem to be the wisest and best suited to the circumstances of their age.' Thus, while he had worked out definite lines of federation, he was content if principles were accepted. 1 No man,' he argued, * should presume to lay down the law in such a matter ; just let the vision be realised by natural process. Be there the hewing of materials, and the building would follow by and by. If it were possible to solidify the English-speaking people for common purposes, the gain to them, and to mankind, would be splendid. The blessings of federa- tion were a hundredfold. * Why,' said Sir George, c war would practically die off the face of the earth. The armed camp which burdens the Old World, enslaves the nations, and impedes progress, would disappear. The Anglo- Saxon race, going together, could determine the 202 A BEAUTIFUL WORLD balance of power for a fully peopled earth. Such a moral force would be irresistible, and debate would take the place of war, in the settlement of international disputes. If the arbitrament of reason, ousts the arbitrament of war, a new and beautiful world is unveiled.' It was because Sir George saw, in federation, a vista of brighter life for the masses, that he was so persuaded an advocate of it, so keen a believer in its realisation. As a result of the cohesion of the race, we should have all life quickened and developed ; unemployed energies called into action in many places where they lay stagnant. Below federation, the very essence of it, was decentralisation, the getting of the people fairly spread over the earth, not huddled into a few places where decay would follow overcrowding. * Every section of the British Empire,' Sir George detailed this point, c having complete self-government would contain its own life within itself, would offer the highest opportunities to the labours of its citizens. Whenever you constitute a new centre of authority you create a basis of general activity, which, in its turn, has off-shoots. There would be more employ- ment ; the waste lands of the Old World, and the still untilled ones of the New World, would be taken up. Federation is not the mere grouping of us together, but the settlement of problems that have long been forcing themselves to the front. Difficulties which we can ill solve now, which appear to block our path, we should be able to settle with ease.' 203 THi ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL Sir George discerned an element, not fully dreamt of, which would immensely strengthen the federal idea. It was the influence of women, growing to be a powerful factor in the affairs of the world. This sweet authority would tend to keep nations from plunging into scenes of bloodshed. It would be a blessed assistance towards the peace of the world in times of excitement, and so a bulwark for federation,, which was the creator of peace. Finally, the rise of the Anglo-Saxon, by means of federation, would benefit the world in respect to religion and language kernels of all advancement. It would mean the triumph of what, if carried out, was the highest moral system that man in all his history had known Christianity. And it would imply the dominance of probably the richest language that ever existed, our own English. So speaking, Sir George Grey summed up : * Given a universal code of morals and a universal tongue, how far would be the step to that last great federation, the brotherhood of mankind, which Tennyson and Burns have sung to us ? J * Those who desire to study Sir George Grey^s full and final scheme for Anglo-Saxon federation, may refer to the ' Contemporary Review ' of Aiigust 1894, where it appeared as an article by the present writer. 204 XIX WAITING TO GO ' I AM just waiting my time to go, meanwhile doing what little I can that may be useful to my fellow- men.' These were the words of Sir George Grey, and none could better express the closing years of his life. If he might sow, in some wayside garden, an idea for the common happiness, he counted that a day on the active list. It made him feel young again, blowing the old fires red and rosy. Ever, he held to his tryst with Dean Stanley. ' One evening,' it had been made, * the Dean and myself were walking round Westminster Abbey, as the doors were being closed. It was during my visit to England, after my last Governorship, and the Dean was full of the restorations then being carried out on the Chapter House. Naturally, I had the keenest interest in whatever affected the ancient seat of the House of Commons, regarding it as a shrine of con- stitutional government. * Dean Stanley wanted to show me everything, to explain the whole place. He told me of a theory of 205 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL his that the Commons, while sitting there in a circular room, probably had no parties, so called. They were grouped in a ring, not confronting each other sharply, antagonistically, and everything went on with quietness. But when they moved across to St. Stephen's, they found themselves set opposite-wise, which fact may have tended to create the party system. That was the idea put to me by the Dean, though how far he applied it, I do not recollect. * Anyhow, he was anxious that I should study the Chapter House under him, but it was too late to do it that evening. " Never mind," he said, " let us wait until things are more complete and we shall go in together." " Oh," I answered, " I really need not trouble you. I can look in myself one afternoon." " No, no," he insisted, with much good nature, " I want to be your guide. You must promise that you will not go there without me." " Very well then," I assured him, " I shall wait until you take me." * The Dean and myself did not, as it happened, meet again at that period, nor were we, by the decree of Providence, ever to meet. Thus, I shall not see the earliest home of the House of Commons, as it has been restored, for I promised.' There swam in Sir George's recollection, a little story touching the evolution of the body politic, during his own time. It was like Maui of Maori legend, and Arthur ' by wild Dundagil on the Cornish sea,' in that he scarce knew whence it came. He inclined to link it, a whiff of airy gossip, with two of 206 the most strenuous middle Victorians, but would hold no names certain. ' At all events,' he said, ' the Cabinet was formerly a smaller body than it now is, and less formal in its proceedings. The members would drop in, with the newspapers in their hands, and take a chair, here or there, as the case might be. A quite large Cabinet being created, the Prime Minister suggested, " Gentle- men, had we not better sit round the table ? " The suggestion met with approval, and the Premier made to take his place at the head of the table. Thereupon, a colleague caught up a chair, put it beside that of the Premier, and sat down with the remark, " There is no such thing as a President of the Cabinet." ' For a good while, Sir George Grey spoke of himself as being in England, only to bid England farewell. Some fine morning he would pack his trunks, and sail south to those who knew him best. Every step in New Zealand was a greeting ; in London a mile was bare. Once he did pack his trunks, but the fine morning never arrived. When rallied about that, Sir George defended him- self, * I suppose I want to see what I can do, as one of your most eminent statesmen did, in his youth. He went to a small island, then connected with the family property, and studied laboriously for a whole winter. He desired to establish what was in him, what exertion he was likely to be equal to, in the world's affairs. Then, lest trouble should ever befall him, he, another 20 7 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL time, went into lodgings to test how little it was really possible to live upon. I don't recall at what figure the experiment worked out, but it was a ridiculously small one.' A spirit, kindred in its attitude to the seriousness of life, animated Sir George Grey, even as he spoke. Affairs in England seemed critical, and he would stay on to watch them, since any hint might be of import. In London there beat the heart of the Empire, and he would keep his ear to it. He heard most clearly through that trumpet, the endless roll of London's traffic. Moreover, the great city, while she hardly nodded to Sir George, smote him afresh with the spell which is hers alone. Oh to be in London ! So dates moved past, and Sir George Grey, as he waned under the growing load, realised that he and Greater Britain would be no more together. That thought he parried, not liking to admit it, but the painter was cut when he resigned his place in the Parliament of New Zealand. It had to be done, therefore let it be done ; but it was a shock, like losing a limb to the surgeon. A hail from Greater Britain became thrice welcome, and that of Mahomed Naser Eben took Sir George by siege, especially its quaintness and literary touch. When Governor of the Cape Colony, he sent word up-country, by David Livingstone, that he would be glad of any manuscripts throwing light upon the Greeks and Romans in Africa. To a British man-of-war, making patrol of the Mombasa 208 MAHOMED NASER EBEN coast, there rowed out a boat, having a respectable old Arab gentleman in the stern-sheets. He handed up a parcel, desiring it to be delivered to Sir George Grey at Cape Town. Sir George had left South Africa for New Zealand, and the manuscripts, as the contents of the bundle proved, were sent after him. ' But nobody could read them,' he stated, i until here, as I learn, an Assyrian gentleman has been visiting Auckland. What is my surprise, on opening this envelope, to find everything made clear in English, including Mahomed Naser Eben's letter to me. He addresses me as a cavern of hospitality, which is very handsome, and a phrase with a true Oriental flavour. Unluckily, he appears to have got lost for two years in that part of Africa marked Oman on the map. Hence a delay with him, in sending the manuscripts, but he need not have apologised, my single feeling being gladness that he discovered himself again.' It was nigh forty years since Mahomed Naser Eben wrote, and in the interval many skies had changed. Two had been apart, a sundered heaven, the doing of that tragedy which ever lies in wait upon romance. But they came together, as the clouds were gathering, and upon them the sun ray of Mahomed Naser Eben could sparkle. Sir George had scarce mastered the mystery of his epistle when he was drawing out a reply to it. His only doubt was whether the erudite Arab might not have changed his address ! 209 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL 4 We are about the same age,' Rewi imparted to Sir George Grey in New Zealand, * and when I go, your time will be approaching.' Sir George recalled this, on hearing that Rewi had been gathered to his Maori fathers. He was buried in a grave which * The Governor ' had selected, near the spot where the last fight took place between the Maoris and the English. 4 We should lie together,' Rewi also held, * as being the two people who brought peace to New Zealand.' Sir George's voice shook when telling this proof of Maori affection, as his eyes turned dim at reading an address sent him, to fabled London, by the men of that race in the Cook Islands. * Our word to you, O Grey,' they saluted him, *is this. We wish you happiness and health, and to know that our love goes forth with this letter. We wish to tell you that your name will never be forgotten by the Maori people in these islands. Many of us knew you in New Zealand, but all have heard of the great things done by you, for European and for Maori, in that country. May God's blessing rest upon you, and give peace and happiness to you, who have done so much for the peace and happiness of others, in your long and honoured life.' An illness brought that life very near the ebb, and friends wondered, of an evening, if next morning they would hear his simple, tender, * Good-bye to you.' Sir George waited ready, abiding in the faith, witness- ing of it, * Man should have religion as his guide in all things. I feel that God communicates with His 210 LOOKING FORWARD creatures when they please. He lets them know what is right and wrong, even argues with them. * It was a comfort to me, in trying hours, to feel that I was working according to the way of my Maker, so far as I could comprehend it. Perhaps I most experienced this nearness of an all-wise Provi- dence while I was amid the heathen acres of the far south. You seemed to be communing with the Great Spirit more intimately in these lonely haunts than elsewhere. I have always been supported by the belief in God's goodness, as manifested to me. My judgment is that man cannot prosper if he falls from faith, by which I mean trust in a Supreme Being.' There were no shadows, no terrors for Sir George Grey, in what we chilly term death. He could look blithely along the road, ready to greet it with out- stretched hand when it turned the corner. Just, he waited to go, as he might have waited for a sure arm on which to lean. He saw the lamps afar. * When one has reached an old age,' was his vista, ' the thought of death should not be a sad thought. It is not sad with me, but on the contrary pleasant, meaning a happy event to be welcomed. Death ! I do not believe in death, except that the flesh dies ; for the spirit goes on and on. Terror of death is neces- sary, in order to keep men and animals from killing themselves. That is all. ' The future is mystery, for none have returned to inform us what is there. But our knowledge of the Creator teaches us that His goodness will be greater 211 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL and greater towards His creatures. If the babe leaves the womb, to come into such a beautiful world as ours, how beautiful a world may we not pass into ? It was terrible to the babe to be torn from the womb, but it had no idea what loving hands were waiting for it. 4 We have God's assurance that He is always good to His creatures who die, and we may be satisfied. Really, there is a lovely romance in death, in the spirit being released from the clay, which, through ill-health or old age, has grown to burden it. That spirit, struggling onward and upward, shakes itself free and soars off, bright, fresh, eternal, to the other world for which it had been preparing. It purifies itself, by throwing aside a weight, and thus death is not death but life ; another birth, life in death.' Not then, not for another year and more, was the departure to be. c Put my watch under my pillow,' he looked up cheerily to those at his bedside ; * and thank you for taking care of it while I have been ill. It's the watch the Queen gave me, and I like to have it near.' But that illness sapped and mined him, even while he proposed, < Oh, yes, we'll go down to Chelsea and inspect Carlyle's old house. I'll try and fill it again with him, in particular the room at the top which he built to be noise-proof, and which wasn't.' The visit was never paid, but the celebra- tion of the Queen's reign of sixty years still found Sir George able to be about. That was right well, for how many had made such a contribution to the history and dominion of the 212 CLOSING THE BOOK reign ? Truly, dreams had come about, since he listened to the bells of Plymouth, when taking passage by the Beagle. Here was goodly proof of things achieved for the happiness of men, such as even he had scarce dared to imagine. The fairies had been working. Sir George followed, in imagination, the nations of the realm as they walked through London, its capital, while all the world wondered. He attended, in heart, the simple service at St. Paul's Cathedral, where he himself was to find a last resting-place, sleeping with the worthies. He could picture the great fleet, seal of the sea-power which made all possible, spread itself athwart the Solent. Yes, Sir George Grey heard, from afar, the * tumult and the shouting,' and they rounded off his own career as the True Briton and True Imperialist. He heard also, amid the glorious rumble, of another royal progress made by the Queen. It was at her Highland home, the spectators the eternal hills which lie about it. For caparisoning there was a donkey-chaise, and for escort a Highlander, carrying the shawls. The Queen was bound for the manse, across the fields by the river-side, to pray with the minister's wife that he, being ill, might be made whole. That was the royal progress Sir George Grey would best have liked to see, because it held the key to the other. From it, he sent, by his friend the Prime Minister of New Zealand, a last message to 213 THE ROMANCE OF A PRO-CONSUL Greater Britain. < Give the people of New Zealand my love,' it ran, * and may God have you in His keeping.' It was the closing of the book, save for the blank pages which occur at the end. 1 It's all light,' was Selwyn's dying exclamation in Maori. None knew the Maori words that Sir George Grey murmured, and none doubted what they were. To us, the island race of two worlds, Under the Cross of Gold, That shines over city and river, There he shall rest for ever, Among the wise and the bold. PRINTED BY SVOTTISVVOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET LONDON 214 DAT, AN INITIAL FINE OF 25 CENTS OVERDUE. LD 21-20m-5,'39 (9269s) 8514 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY