"The yallers, they comes," he would say, wagging his large head to and fro, and smiling his slow, broad smile, "an’ they says, ’If our candidate do get in, you’ll see what us’ll do for ’ee. ’E’ll do sech and sech, an’ you’ll ’ave this ’ere an’ that.’ But the blues, they went and sent my missus a good blanket _on the chanst_." "And for whom did you vote after all?" I asked with considerable curiosity. "Well, I bain’t so to speak exactly sure," he said, scratching his head. "I bain’t much of a schollard, so I ups an’ puts two crasses, one for each on ’em, an’ I goes an’ marches along of two percessions that same day, so I done my duty." But his universal tolerance stopped short of his legitimate profession. In matters horticultural he was a veritable despot, sternly discouraging private enterprise of any sort. Above all did he object to what he was pleased to call "new fanglements" in the way of plants, and in the autumn had a perfect passion for grubbing up one’s most cherished possessions and trundling them off in the wheelbarrow to the rubbish heap. One autumn a friend presented me with some rare iris bulbs, which, knowing the philosopher’s objection to "fancy bulbs," I secreted in a distant greenhouse which he as a rule scornfully ignored. On a day when some one else was benefitting by his ministrations I hastened to fetch them, intent on planting them "unbeknownst," as he would have said. Not a trace of them remained, and I had to wait until his next visit, when I timidly asked if he happened to have moved them. "Lor’ bless my ’eart! was them things bulbses? I thought as ’ow they was hold onions and I eat ’em along of a bit of bread for my lunch. I remember thinkin’ as they didn’t semm very tasty loike!" On the subject of the then war there was no uncertain sound about his views, and had he been a younger man his waiter-like walk would doubtless have changed to the martial strut induced among the rural population by perpetual practice of the goose-step. As it was, he thirsted for news with the utmost eagerness, and hurried up one Sunday morning to inform us that Lord Roberts had taken "Blue Fountain" about two days after that officer had arrived in South Africa.