see fighting, as a correspondent he joined the Malakand Field
Force in India.

It may be truthfully said that by his presence in that frontier war he
made it and himself famous. His book on that campaign is his best
piece of war reporting. To the civilian reader it has all the delight
of one of Kipling's Indian stories, and to writers on military
subjects it is a model. But it is a model very few can follow, and
which Churchill himself was unable to follow, for the reason that
only once is it given a man to be twenty-three years of age.

The picturesque hand-to-hand fighting, the night attacks, the
charges up precipitous hills, the retreats made carrying the
wounded under constant fire, which he witnessed and in which he
bore his part, he never again can see with the same fresh and
enthusiastic eyes. Then it was absolutely new, and the charm of the
book and the value of the book are that with the intolerance of
youth he attacks in the service evils that older men prefer to let lie,
and that with the ingenuousness of youth he tells of things which
to the veteran have become unimportant, or which through usage
he is no longer even able to see.

In his three later war books, the wonder of it, the horror of it, the
quick admiration for brave deeds and daring men, give place, in
"The River War," to the critical point of view of the military
expert, and in his two books on the Boer war to the rapid
impressions of the journalist. In these latter books he tells you of
battles he has seen, in the first one he made you see them.

For his services with the Malakand Field Force he received the