nd among the boys, but side by
side deep in conversation with his master. And these conversations, I
find, convinced his gubernators that he was very much above the
average cut of boy in intelligence; not (Heaven forbid!) that he made
parade of his little knowledge, but rather that he was eager to get
information in really useful subjects from his superiors, and not
above boldly declaring his eagerness. In those days Dr. Haig-Brown had
a great reputation for sternness, and it is said that even the masters
would sometimes quail when they entered his presence; but B.-P. was
perfectly at his ease and entirely self-possessed even in approaching
the presence of the great Doctor. He was never bashful in addressing a
master on new schemes for the benefit of the school, and it was solely
owing to his application to Mr. Girdlestone that Charterhouse first
started its string orchestra, which is now one of the best boys' bands
in the kingdom. Music, it seems, was one of his chief delights at
school, he played the violin really well; but while he loved that king
of instruments, he would stoop to baser, and oft delight his
contemporaries, holding them entranced, by spirited performances on
the mouth organ and the ocarina.

With no close friend Baden-Powell was a boy without an enemy, and his
popularity may be seen in many ways. Although, for instance, he was
not successful in athletics, he was a regular member of the Sports
Committee, and worked with intense enthusiasm for the success of
Sports-Day. And, another instance; as a memento of their favourite,
the butler of B.-P.'s house and his wife saved a part of the dress he
wore in his last theatrical performance. When the news came of the
relief of Ladysmith this garment was drawn forth from the back of a
drawer and used as a flag of rejoicing, and as I write it is being
jealously guarded to be hung out from the school windows when the
little boy who wore it is delivered from his glorious prison of
Mafeking.

This butler has a very vivid recollection of Baden-Powell. He
remembers him as a boy "up to mischief," but too much of a gentleman
ever to go beyond proper bounds. His mischief was of the harmless
nature, and he was never "shown up" for a row of any description. Many
a time did the observant butler come upon Baden-Powell in the House
Music Room practising his tunes; but not by any means in a dull and
unoriginal fashion. It was the boy's habit to take off his boots and
stocki