Having lived for upwards of forty-five years in South Africa usually inparts remote from those settled areas which have attained a measure ofcivilization and having been a wide wanderer in my early days, it hasbeen my fortune to witness many interesting events and to be broughtinto contact with many strong men. Occasionally, as in the case of theearlier discoveries of gold and diamonds, I have drifted, a pipkinamong pots, close to the centre around which the immediate interests ofthe country seemed to revolve.
seen in print. Another M.P., whose name was Monk, had a habit of clipping, where possible, the last syllable from the surnames of his intimate friends. One day, he met Vincent Scully in the House of Commons, and addressed him.
"Well, Scull, how are you today?"
"Quite well, thank you, Monk," replied Scully; "but I cannot conceive why you should snip a syllable from my name, unless you wish to add it to your own."
My father quarreled with Old Rody, who went to Italy, where he had some relations. He meant to remain for a few months only, but it was upwards of six years before he returned. He then read law for a while. Getting tired of this, he went "back to the land."
My mother was a Creagh, from Clare. Creaghs used to be plentiful in both Clare and Limerick. The civic records of Limerick City show that for many generations they took a prominent part in local municipal affairs. My mother's father was a soldier too. The Creaghs have always favored the army. A few years ago eight of my