| PAGE | | “Got It, Bravo!” | Frontispiece | | A Leaf from a very early Sketch-book | 12 | | Flying Shots in Belgium and Rhineland in 1865 | 19 | | In Florence during my Studies in 1869 | 58 | | The Last of the Riderless Horse-races, and a Wet Trudge to the Vatican Council | 80 | | Crimean Ideas | 103 | | Practising for “Quatre Bras” | 130 | | One of the Balaclava Six Hundred | 151 | | In Western Ireland: a “Jarvey” and “Biddy” | 174 | | The Egyptian Camel Corps and the Bersaglieri | 230 | | Aldershot Manoeuvres: the Enemy in Sight | 234 | | A Despatch Bearer, Boer War, and the Horse Gunners | 284 | | Notes on the Eve of the Great War | 323 | | The Shire Horses: Wheelers of a 4·7. A Hussar Scout of 1917 | 327 | | A Postcard, found on a German Prisoner, with “Scotland for Ever” turned into Prussian Cavalry, typifying the Victorious Onrush of the German Army in the New Year, 1915 | 332 |
AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY
ELIZABETH BUTLER My Friends: You must write your memoirs. I: Every one writes his or her memoirs nowadays. Rather a plethora, don’t you think? An exceedingly difficult thing to do without too much of the Ego. My Friends: Oh! but yours has been such an interesting life, so varied, and you can bring in much outside yourself. Besides, you have kept a diary, you say, ever since you were twelve, and you have such an unusually long memory. A pity to waste all that. You simply must! I: Very well, but remember that I am writing while the world is still knocked off its balance by the Great War, and few minds will care to attune themselves to the Victorian and Edwardian stability of my time. My Friends: There will come a reaction.
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