Great Britain -- History, Military -- 19th century; Marshals -- Great Britain -- Biography; Wood, Evelyn, 1838-1919
Early in 1862 I went to Heidelberg, and lived in the family of a German
Professor for two months, when I returned to Sunbury, working steadily
until the examination, which was held in July. I had never done any
Euclid or Algebra at Marlborough, and I found both of them troublesome;
it appeared to me to be easier to learn by heart the first four books
of Euclid than to attempt to understand them. My fellow-pupils at
Sunbury, three of whom rose to be General officers, used chaffingly to
ask me if I could remember the problems if they changed the letters;
but such changes did not affect me, as I remembered the relative
positions of the letters. Like most men who have spent on Active
Service the years generally given to study, I was slow in acquiring
knowledge of Military Drawing, and indeed had made so little progress
that just before the Examination Captain Lendy advised me not to waste
the time by attending at the Hall. Herr Zöbel, however, told me, as
indeed he told his employer, that he was mistaken: “Major Wood cannot
draw, but he understands.” And this was the case, for I was amongst
the few in the Examination who got the section of that ugly-looking
plan entitled “Kirkcudbright” correct. As I passed out of the Hall at
Chelsea, seeing beads of perspiration starting from a friend’s forehead
who was clever at hachuring, I asked him later what was the matter, and
he said that he had just discovered that in his section he had made the
highest hill the deepest valley on the plan.
On the third day of the Examination, a brother-officer in the 17th
Lancers called on me to ask my advice. Said he, “Is it any use for me
to have a try at the German paper?” “What do you know?” “Nothing, until
last night, when I bought Dr. Emil Otto’s Grammar, and have not been
to bed; at this moment I believe I can say the first five Declensions
backwards or forwards. Naturally, I cannot speak a word, and know
nothing more of it.” I replied, “You might try, for Dr. Max Müller
marks highly for Grammar; and at all events you will only lose an hour,
after which you can come out.”
This proved to be good advice for him, for he got the minimum, 50
marks, but unfortunate for me, for when the marks were totalled he had
made 1904, I scoring only 1903.
On the evening of the last day of Examination I went to Oxford with
Southwell, and started at daylight next morning to pull down the
Thames. I had been pulling daily for a year, and so was in hard
condition. My friend had been leading a London life, and his arms
and face caught by the sun were painfully swollen, and he became so
exhausted that he drove into Reading, the lock-keeper’s son replacing
him in the boat; and as Southwell was still indisposed next day, I
took the lad as far as Maidenhead, where I was anxious to arrive,
as Southwell’s sisters were coming to dine and spend the evening.
Southwell did not know that I loved his sister, and indeed resented it
as soon as he became aware of the fact, some months later.
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