saw a table with writing materials on it； and sat down there to answer letters； until ultimately we were retrieved。
Another strange experience was when we found ourselves in a bachelor house； of which the host； poor fellow — having； we understood； been crossed in love — was in the habit of looking upon the wine when it was red。 In that house there was practically nothing to eat； for the reason that its owner ate practically nothing。 I remember a certain pink and underdone veal and ham pie which； as I was extremely unwell at the time； did not excite appetite； also an egg which I asked for in place of the pie — but I will not dwell upon that egg！ On the other hand； we literally swam in 1845 — yes； 1845 vintage port。 It was going at lunch； it was going at dinner； it was always going — I may add； it always went！
Our host； a most kindly…natured and wealthy man； finding out that I liked old furniture； took me to an attic which was stuffed with Jacobean oak and Georgian Chippendale。 I admired the pieces； whereon he said in a careless voice； “If you like them； take them away。 I don’t care for them。”
I was greatly tempted； but in all the circumstances did not feel justified in accepting this liberal offer。
But I must not continue the record of such reminiscences of our journeyings； since of these truly there is no end。
In the year 1903； which I spent at home； I wrote another work of a rural character； called “A Gardener’s Year。” This first appeared serially in the Queen； and was afterwards brought out in a handsome volume of nearly four hundred pages by Messrs。 Longman。 It went through two editions and gave pleasure to a good many people。
Also I wrote a romance of chivalry called “The Brethren；” of which the scene is laid in the Holy Land in the time of the Crusaders。 Personally it is a favourite with me； but my historical tales have never been quite so popular as are those which deal with African adventure。
Chapter 19 PSYCHICAL
With eldest daughter to Egypt — Return by Italy and Spain — Abu Simbel with Carter — Bee’s nest 2000 years old — “The Way of the Spirit” — Dedicated to Kipling — Death of H。 R。 H。‘s retriever Bob — Appears to him in dream — Report published in Journal of Society for Psychical Research — Lasting effect on H。 R。 H。‘s mind — More dream…pictures — Sir Oliver Lodge。
Early in 1904 I took my daughter Angela on a trip to Egypt； returning by way of Italy and Spain。 We went out on one of the new P。 & O。 boats which was making her maiden voyage； and experienced the most awful weather。 We began by grounding in the Thames and； after a short stop to bury a Lascar overboard — who； poor fellow； had died of the cold — ran into a terrific gale in the Channel。 The wind…gauges registered its pace at about eighty miles the hour； after which their bottoms were blown out or something happened to them。 Then the fore…hatch was stove in and filled with water； as did the passages along which we had to walk from the cabins。 Time after time did we stop to try and make that hatch good with four…inch teak planks； but always these were broken by the force of the sea。
Our subsequent misfortunes were many。 We were taken in closer to Ushant than I thought pleasant； the new engines heated； the chief engineer went mad with the strain and； when at length we did reach Port Said； had to be carried ashore raving。 I believe that he died not long afterwards。 One night this poor fellow； dressed in full uniform； rushed from cabin to cabin； telling the passengers to get up as the ship was sinking！
We took the turn into the Mediterranean about twenty…four hours late； and in the dense darkness caused by a fearful squall nearly went ashore on the coast of Africa； as the Delhi did in after years — I saw her wreck only the other day。 When the light came I had a nearer view of that shore than I ever wish to see again — from the deck of an ocean liner。 In Gibraltar harbour we fouled our anchor in a man…of…war’s mooring chains and had to slip it。 In the Gulf of Lyons we encountered a very bad mistral while we were trying to sling another anchor into its place。 There it hung over the bow； bumping against the side of the ship。 By this time the Lascars seemed to be practically useless； and the first officer was obliged to slide down the chain and sit on the fluke of the anchor； shouting directions。 It was a strange sight to see this plucky young gentleman swinging about there over the deep。 He was — and I trust still is — a man of whom the country might be proud； but I have long forgotten his name。 In the end we crawled into Marseilles at three knots the hour； where some of the passengers left the ship； one of them explaining； for the fort of the rest of us； that he had the strongest presentiments that she was going to sink。
Our next adventure was a sandstorm blowing from the coast of Africa which turned the day to darkness and covered the decks with a kind of mud。 Then suddenly the vessel was put about； and it was discovered that the soundings showed that we were unfortably near the coast of Crete。 As the dear old captain； who had been much cut about by a sea that knocked him down on the bridge； remarked； “he knew what was behind him and did not know what was before”； also that “where he had once been he could go again。” Subsequently our fore well…deck filled three times to the bulwarks； shipping seas in the most unaccountable manner。
However； we came to Port Said at length； and got ashore at about midnight as best we could。 Never was I more glad to find myself on land again。
I enjoyed that trip in Egypt very much。 The place has a strange fascination for me； and if I could afford it I would go there every year。 On this my second visit we went as far as the wonderful rock…temple of Abu Simbel； near the Second Cataract of the Nile。 Also I had the good fortune to be with Mr。 Carter； then the local custodian of antiquities at Luxor； when we visited the tomb of Queen Nefer…tari； which； with the exception of the discover； who； I think； was Professor Scaparelli； we were； I believe； the first white men to enter。
It was wonderful to see those paintings of her late Majesty as fresh as the day that the artist left them。 In one of them； I remember； she is represented playing chess。 The tomb had been robbed a couple of thousand years or so ago。 When the ancient thief broke in it had recently been flooded by a rain…storm； and there on the walls were the marks of his hand printed on the paint which then was wet。 Also a hermit bee had built its nest upon the roof — two thousand or so of years ago！ The sarcophagus had been broken up for its costly granite； which doubtless was worked into statues by some old…world sculptor； and the body of the beautiful favourite queen of Rameses destroyed。 Some bones lay about in the tomb…chamber； probably those of the funeral offerings； and among them ushapti figures； laid there to serve her Majesty in the other world。
I wrote a series of articles for the Daily Mail about these Egyptian experiences； which have never been republished； for such newspaper matter must needs be very scrappy。 In one of these； however； I dwelt upon the wholesale robbery of the ancient Egyptian tombs and the consequent desecration of the dead who lie therein。 It does indeed seem wrong that people with whom it was the first article of religion that their mortal remains should lie undisturbed until the Day of Resurrection should be haled forth； stripped and broken up； or sold to museums and tourists。 How should we like our own bodies to be treated in such a fashion； or to be left lying； as I have often see those of the Egyptians； naked and unsightly on the sand at the mouths of the holy sepulchres which with toil and cost they had prepared for themselves in their life…days？ If one puts the question to those engaged in excavation； the answer is a shrug of the shoulders and a remark to the effect that they died a long while ago。 But what is time to the dead？ To them； waking or sleeping； ten thousand years and a nap after dinner must be one and the same thing。 I have tried to emphasise this point in a little story that I have recently written under the title of “Smith and the Pharaohs。”
Now I must dwell no more on Egypt with all its history and problems； which； whenever I can find time； it is my greatest recreation to study。 Truly its old inhabitants were a mysterious and fascinating folk and； across the gulf of ages — largely； it must be admitted； through these very excavations — they have e very near to us again。 I confess I know more of her kings； her queens； and her social conditions than I do of those of early England。
From Egypt we went to Naples and from Naples to the south of Spain； which I now visited for the first time in preparation for a tale which I wrote afterwards and named “Fair Margaret。”
At Granada we saw that wondrous building； the Alhambra； and in the cathedral the tomb of Ferdinand and Isabella the Catholic。 I descended into a vault and was shown the coffins of these great people； also those of Philip le Bel and his wife Joanna。 Readers of Prescott will remember that the man Joanna insisted upon opening the coffin of her husband after he had been some while dead。 I procured a candle and examined it； and there I could see the line where the lead had been cut through and soldered together again。
Of all the buildings that I saw upon this journey I think the mosque at Cordova； with its marvellous shrine and its forest of pillars of many…coloured marbles； struck me as the most impressive。 The great cathedral at Seville； however； with its vast cold spaces runs it hard in majesty。
On my return to England I wrote “The Way of the Spirit；” an Anglo…Egyptian book which is dedicated to Kipling； and one that interested him very much。 Indeed he and I hunted out the title together in the Bible； as that of “Renunciation；” by which it was first called； did not please him。 Or perhaps this had been used before。 I was glad to receive many letters from strangers thanking me for it。
In July 1904 there happened to me a very extraordinary incident。 The story is contained in a letter from me which appeared in The Times for July 21； 1904； together with letters from various other persons testifying to the facts of the case。 The