Mr. Inglis Sheldon-Williams is an artist with a grievance. He complains that, although he has travelled a great deal and roughed it in various parts of the world--and for so young a man his record is remarkable--he has not met with a single first-class adventure of a really hair-raising nature. That he ought to have done so is an obvious fact, he says, and, indeed, on several occasions he has been perilously near as much excitement as would last any man a lifetime. In fact, it may be said that he has been out looking for trouble most of his life, and he is to be accounted lucky in that he has never found it. Early in his career he emigrated to Canada, where for some years he lived the rough-and-tumble life and endured the manifold hardships that fall to the lot of a farmer in the back-woods. At the call of art, however, he returned to England to study, but with the longing for adventure strong upon him he later enlisted in the Imperial Yeomanry and took part in the South African Campaign, where he saw some considerable amount of fighting. When the war between Japan and Russia broke out, Mr. Sheldon-Williams was early in the field as the special artist for the _Sphere_, and was in China and Manchuria during the earlier stages of the campaign. He has also visited India and attended the Durbar. [Illustration: MR. INGLIS SHELDON-WILLIAMS, SOME OF WHOSE VARIED EXPERIENCES ABROAD ARE HERE RELATED. _From a Photograph._] On numerous occasions he has congratulated himself that he was at last placed in a critical situation, only to finish up with an anti-climax. When he was in Canada, for instance, he lost himself on the prairie while in charge of a team of oxen. A terrific blizzard came on, and, as the snow was absolutely blinding and the temperature many degrees below freezing-point, all sorts of unpleasant things might easily have happened. Mr. Sheldon-Williams had visions of wandering about for days in the snow, starving and frostbitten, with a mere possibility of rescue when he was in the last stages of exhaustion. But although _he_ was lost, his oxen were not, and they took him safely home. On another occasion he attempted to rescue a duck from the depths of a well, but fell in himself--into sixteen feet of water. Any other man placed in this situation would have been drowned without any bother at all. But Mr. Sheldon-Williams had not been in the water more than a few minutes before he was discovered and hauled out by the united efforts of his mother and sister.