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1842-50] A. G. BUTLER S REMINISCENCES 145<br />

&quot;The other circumstance happened later on, when,<br />

though still very ill, he was beginning to recover.<br />

&quot;<br />

I have before spoken of the hostile feeling existing<br />

between the Sixth and School. This, owing to a trifling<br />

incident, which would never have happened had he been<br />

well, gave rise to something very like a rebellion. It was,<br />

moreover, the great year of revolutions, and this possibly,<br />

in so receptive a soil as that of Rugby, was not without its<br />

effect. Anyhow, everything was arranged for an outbreak.<br />

Lists were made out, one of which by accident or design<br />

fell into our hands, assigning two, three, or even four<br />

assailants to each of the Sixth. (I<br />

well remember the<br />

comical look of our protagonist, a sturdy, short-haired son<br />

of Anak, when he heard that four picked youths, stout and<br />

fearless, were told off to grapple him.) Only the time and<br />

place were hidden from us ; and even this was at last<br />

made known (as always happens) by a friendly member of<br />

the Eleven, who thought the thing absurd, and gave warn<br />

ing to some other members of the Eleven in his house in<br />

the Sixth, with a view to save them. It was just in time.<br />

That morning the cmeute was to take place at 9.30 in the<br />

school-yard. The signal was to be given by an orator<br />

from the pump. Such, at least, was the information given,<br />

and immediately the whole body<br />

of the Sixth in Price s<br />

house, where the secret oozed out, moved down to the<br />

scene of action, gathering up or summoning<br />

all the other<br />

Pmepostors for the expected conflict. It was a striking<br />

scene. The quadrangle was swarming with the excited<br />

Demos when we arrived, and I remember thinking how<br />

few we were the Thirty Tyrants, as they chose to call us-<br />

and how easily they would have bowled us over if the<br />

fight had once begun. Just, however, when things looked<br />

most angry and the hubbub was loudest, there went round<br />

a sudden murmur (a ^M the Greeks would have called<br />

VOI. I. K

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