held till his death over forty years later。 He used to conduct the proceedings with great dignity； to which his appearance — for he was a very handsome man； better looking indeed than any of his sons — and his splendid voice added not a little。
Most of us have inherited the voice though not to the same degree。 Indeed it has been a family characteristic for generations； and my father told me that once as a young man he was recognised as a Haggard by an old lady who had never seen him and did not know his name； merely by the likeness of his voice to that of his great…grandfather who had been her friend in youth。 Never was there such a voice as my father’s； moreover he was wont to make use of it。 It was a joke concerning him； which I may have originated； that if he was in the city of Norwich and anyone wished to discover his whereabouts； all they needed to do was to stand in the market…place for a while to listen。 Here is a tale of that voice。
My youngest brother Arthur； now Major Haggard； had been lunching with him at the Oxford and Cambridge Club in Pall Mall； and after luncheon bade him farewell on the steps of the club and went his way； to Egypt； I believe。 Presently he heard a roar of “Arthur！ Arthur！” and not wishing to attract attention to himself； quickened his steps。 It was the very worst thing that he could do； for the roars redoubled。 Arthur began to run； people began to stare。 Somebody cried “Stop thief！” Arthur； now followed by a crowd in which a policeman had joined； ran harder till he was brought to a stop by the sentry at Marlborough House。 Then he surrendered and was escorted by the crowd back to the Oxford and Cambridge Club。 As he approached； my father bellowed out：
“Don’t forget to give my love to your mother。”
Then amidst shouts of laughter he vanished into the club； and Arthur departed to catch the train to Bradenham； en route for Egypt。
My father was a typical squire of the old sort； a kind of Sir Roger de Coverley。 He reigned at Bradenham like a king； blowing everybody up and making rows innumerable。 Yet I do not think there was a more popular man in the county of Norfolk。 Even the servants； whom he rated in a fashion that no servant would put up with nowadays； were fond of him。 He could send back the soup with a request to the cook to drink it all herself； or some other infuriating message。 He could pull at the bells until feet of connecting wire hung limply down the wall； and announce when whoever it was he wanted appeared that Thorpe Idiot Asylum was her proper home； and so forth。 Nobody seemed to mind in the least。 It was “only the Squire’s way；” they said。3
3 No doubt some of the characteristics of Squire De la Molle and his factotum George in Sir Rider’s Norfolk tale Colonel Quaritch； V。C。； can be traced to Mr。 W。 M。 R。 Haggard and his servant Sam Adcock。 — Ed。
It was the same with the outdoor men； especially with one Samuel Adcock； his factotum； a stout； humorous person whose face was marked all over with small…pox pits。 About once a week Samuel was had in to the vestibule and abused in a most straightforward fashion； but he never seemed to mind。
“I believe； Samuel；” roared my father at him in my hearing； “donkey as you are； you think that no one can do anything except yourself。”
“Nor they can’t； Squire；” replied Samuel calmly； which closed the conversation。
On another occasion there was a frantic row about a certain pheasant which was supposed to have e to its end unlawfully。 My father had ordered this fowl to be stuffed that it might be produced in some pending legal proceedings。 Samuel； who I think at that time was head…keeper and probably knew more about the pheasant’s end than my father； did not pay the slightest attention to these mands。 Then came the row。
“Don’t you argue with me； sir；” said my father to Samuel； who for the last ten minutes had been sitting silent with his eyes fixed upon the ceiling。 “Answer me without further prevarication。 Have you obeyed my orders and had that pheasant stuffed？”
“Lor’！ Squire；” replied Samuel； “you stuffed it yourself a week ago！”
On inquiry it transpired that Samuel； to prevent further plications and awkward questions； had prevailed upon the cook to roast that pheasant and send it up for my parent’s dinner。 So the lawsuit was dropped。
My father was a regular in attendance at church。 We always sat in the chancel on oak benches originally designed for the choir。 If he happened to be in time himself and other parishioners； such as the farmers’ daughters； happened to be late； his habit was； when he saw them enter； to step into the middle of the nave； produce a very large old watch which I now possess — for on his death…bed he told Hocking to give it to me — and hold it aloft that the sinners as they walked up the church might bee aware of the enormity of their offence。
He always read the Lessons and read them very well。 There were certain chapters； however； those which are full of names both in the Old and New Testaments； which were apt to cause difficulty。 It was not that he was unable to pronounce these names； for having been a fair scholar in his youth he did this better than most。 Yet when he had finished the list it would occur to him that they might have been rendered more satisfactorily。 So he would go back to the beginning and read them all through again。
At the conclusion of the service no one in the church ventured to stir until he had walked down it slowly and taken up his position on a certain spot in the porch。 Here he stood and watched the congregation emerge； counting them like sheep。
Notwithstanding his hot temper； foibles and tricks of manner； there was something about him that made him extraordinarily popular； not only as I have said in his household but in the outside world。 Thus I remember that once the Liberals （needless to say he was the strongest of Conservatives） offered not to contest the division if he would consent to represent it。 This； however； with all the burden of his large family on his back he could not afford to do。 It is a pity； for I am sure that his strong personality； backed as it was by remarkable shrewdness； would have made him a great figure in the House of mons and one who would have been long remembered。
In many ways he was extraordinarily able； though； if one may say so of a man who was so very much a man； his mind had certain feminine characteristics that for aught I know may have e to him with his Russian blood。 Thus I do not think that he reasoned very much。 He jumped to conclusions as a woman does； and those conclusions； although often exaggerated； were in essence very rarely wrong。 Indeed I never knew anyone who could form a more accurate judgement of a person of either sex after a few minutes of conversation； or even at sight。 He seemed to have a certain power of summing up the true nature of man； woman or child； though I am sure that he did not in the least know upon what he based his estimate。 It must not be supposed； however； that he was by any means shallow or superficial。 In any great event his nature revealed an innate depth and dignity； all the noise that he was so fond of making ceased and he became very quiet。
Nobody could be more absolutely delightful than my father when he chose； and； per contra； I am bound to add that nobody could be more disagreeable。 His rows with his children were many； and often on his part unjust。 One of the causes of these outbreaks was that he seemed unable to realise that children do not always remain children。
Once when I was a young man in Africa — it was just before I was appointed Master of the High Court in the Transvaal — I was very anxious to e home after several years’ absence from England； on “urgent private affairs。” To be frank； I desired to bring a certain love affair to a head by a formal engagement； which there was no doubt I could have done at that time。
For certain reasons； however； it was impossible for me to get leave at the moment。 Yet the matter was one that would admit of no delay。 In this emergency I went to my chief； Sir Theophilus Shepstone； told him how things stood and obtained a promise from him that if I resigned my appointment in order to visit England； as it was necessary I should do； he would make arrangements to ensure my reappointment either to that or to some other billet on my return。
I suppose that I did not make all this quite clear in my letters home； and almost certainly I did not explain why it was necessary for me to e home。 The result was that the day before I started； after I had sent my luggage forward to Cape Town； I received a most painful letter from my father。 Evidently he thought or feared that I was abandoning a good career in Africa and about to e back upon his hands。 Although it was far from the fact； this view may or may not have been justified。 What I hold even now was not justified was the harsh way in which it was expressed。 The words I have forgotten； for I destroyed the letter many years ago； immediately upon its receipt； I think； but the sting of them after so long an absence I remember well enough； though some four…and…thirty years have passed since they were written； a generation ago。
They hurt me so much that immediately after reading them I withdrew my forma