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GENERAL CHARLES GEORGE GORDON This picture has been reproduced for The Outlook from the portrait of Gordon in colors which hangs on the wall of Whittier's "garden room" at Amesbury, and was retained there after John Bright's remonstrance referred to in this article. over Osman's trenches at Gemaizeh. the Soudan. Without a single throw-back Next year at Toski he again commanded the work has gone forward since—but not a brigade. In 1890 he succeeded Sir without intervals. The Sirdar is never Francis Grenfell as Sirdar. That he in a hurry. With immovable self-control meant to be Sirdar in fact as well as he holds back from each step till the name he showed in 1394. The young ground is consolidated under the last. Khedive traveled south to the frontier, The real fighting power of the Soudan lies and took the occasion to insult every in the country itself—in its barrenness British officer he came across. Kitchener which refuses food, and its vastness promptly gave battle: he resigned, a which paralyzes transport. The Soudan crisis came, and the Khedive was obliged machine obviates barrenness and vastto do public penance by issuing a General ness; the bayonet action stands still until Order in praise of the discipline of the the railway action has piled the camp army and of its British officers. Two with supplies or the steamer action can years lacer he began the reconquest of run with a full Nile. Fighting men may chafe and go down with typhoid and not; but about the general result there is cholera: they are in the iron grip of the not a doubt. You bet your boots the machine, and they must wait the turn of Sirdar knows; he wouldn't fight if he its wheels. Dervishes wait and wonder, weren't going to win. Other generals passing from apprehension to security. have been better loved ; none was ever The Turks are not coming; the Turks better trusted. are afraid. Then suddenly at daybreak F or of one human weakness the Sirdar one morning they see the Sirdar advanc- is believed not to have purged himselfing upon them from all sides together, ambition. He is on his promotion, a man and by noon they are dead. Patient and who cannot afford to make a mistake. swift, certain and relentless, the Soudan Homilies against ambition may be left to machine rolls conquering southward. those who have failed in their own : the
In the meantime, during all the years Sirdar's, if apparently purely personal, is of preparation and achievement, the man legitimate and even lofty. He has athas disappeared. The man Herbert tained eminent distinction at an excepKitchener owns the affection of private tionally early age: he has commanded friends in England and of old comrades of victorious armies at an age when most fifteen years' standing; for the rest of the men are hoping to command regiments. world there is no man Herbert Kitchener, Even now a junior Major-General, he has but only the Sirdar, neither asking affec- been intrusted with an army of six brition nor giving it. His officers and men gades, a command such as few of his are wheels in the machine; he feeds seniors have ever led in the field. Finally, them enough to make them efficient, and he has been charged with a mission such works them as mercilessly as he works as almost every one of them would have himself. He will have no married officers greedily accepted—the crowning triumph in his army-marriage interferes with of half a generation's war. Naturally he work. Any officer who breaks down has awakened jealousies, and he has from the climate goes on sick leave once; bought permission to take each step on next time he goes, and the Egyptian army the way only by brilliant success in the bears him on its strength no more. last. If in this case he be not so stiffly Asked once why he did not let his officers unbending to the high as he is to the low, come down to Cairo during the season, he who shall blame him? He has climbed replied: “If it were to go home, where too high not to take every precaution they would get fit and I could get against a fall. more work out of them, I would. But But he will not fall, just yet at any why should I let them down to Cairo ?” rate. So far as Egypt is concerned he is It is unamiable, but it is war, and it has the man of destiny-the man who has a severe magnificence. And if you sup- been preparing himself sixteen years for pose, therefore, that the Sirdar is unpop- one great purpose. For Anglo-Egypt he ular, he is not. No general is unpopular is the Mahdi, the expected ; the man who who always beats the enemy. When the has sifted experience and corrected error; columns move out of camp in the evening who has worked at small things and to march all night through the dark, they waited for great; marble to sit still and know not whither, and fight at dawn with fire to smite'; steadfast, cold, and inflexible; an enemy they have never seen, every the man who has cut out his human heart man goes forth with a tranquil mind. He and made himself a machine to retake may personally come back and he may Khartoum.
Charles George Gordon
But somewhere dead far in the waste Soudan;
This earth hath borne no simpler, nobler man.
RUDYARD KIPLING From the portrait by the Hon John Collier. By courtesy of " McClure's Magazine;" copyrighted, 1896, the S. S. McClure Co. English author-born in Bombay, India, 1865. Defails in scriels Anglo-Ludian & Militang life. His works The Leg ha trut failed". "Kim Soldiers three Jungle Broker
Resiml" is amma the best of his poetres.
1 NEN live there,” is the emphatic verdict KAULAKAA
which Rudyard Kipling passes on
the Channel Squadron after he has spent “a blissful fortnight” among the battleships and cruisers.“ When you have been shown lovingly over a torpedo by an artificer skilled in the working of its tricky bowels, torpedoes have a meaning and a reality for you to the end of your days.” To find out how the men live who are doing the world's work and how they do itwhether the instrument is a spade, a gun, or a great machine-is almost the end and aim of Kipling's literary endeavor. It is not what the man has, but what he does, that interests him.
The Admiral on the after-bridge “ moving some and regrets that his present Engagements in Vermont do not
£10,000,000 worth of iron and steel at his pleask allow bin to accept the vera ure" is for Kipling a character of intense and Kind mutation of the Aldine Aut to any Oriental Evening on the night of
dramatic interest—but not more so than Mulvaney, whose highest achievement is to make good soldiers out of raw recruits. A great machine, as the product of the ingenious mind of man, is full of romance for Kipling; it is one of the
measures of man's imagination-a dream made visible. If it does well the work that it was contrived to do, it possesses something of the beauty that accompanies perfect adaptation of means to end. “Do not believe what people tell you of the ugliness of steam,” he says, and then describes with enthusiasm a battle-ship in motion : “ Swaying a little in her gait, drunk with sheer delight of movement, perfectly apt for the work in hand, and in every line of her rejoicing that she is doing it, she shows, to these eyes at least, a miracle of grace and beauty.” This coincides with a recent expression by Captain “ Bob ” Evans that he never expected to see a sight so majestic and beautiful as the Oregon when she pushed past the Iowa in full chase of the Colon.
de dag var Kjohing
O' that warld-liftin' joy no after-fall could vex
The greatest thing in the world for Kipling is Power at work, whether it is exhibited by a humble man, a huge engine, or an empire. That is why he has made such a deep impression upon strong men everywhere. The age is one of great schemes, industrial, commercial, and political; the achievements of science are marvelous—and yet until Kipling came the people who write were saying that it was an unromantic age; that poetry had been killed the world over by steam, and that romance was dead because republicanism had leveled all men to a common pattern. Kipling had the advantage of living in his impressionable youth where the new civilization was imposing itself upon one that was old and worn out. He saw part of the empire in making. He was looking at the raw edges of the work, and he grasped the full meaning of the new forces behind it. Never has the executive power of man so revealed itself as in the nineteenth century. Instead of looking upon it as prosaic, and turning back to other times and countries for a field of romance, Kipling