AN APPEAL TO THE WORLD’S OPINION
Misrepresentation--A Sudden Resolve--Reginald Smith--A Week’s Hard
Work--“The Cause and Conduct of the War”--Translations--German
Letter--Complete Success--Surplus.
One of the most pleasing and complete episodes in my life was connected
with the pamphlet which I wrote upon the methods and objects of our
soldiers in South Africa. It was an attempt to stem the extraordinary
outbreak of defamation which had broken out in every country--or nearly
every country, in Europe, and which had attained such a height that it
really seemed that on this absolutely fictitious basis might be built
up a powerful political combination which would involve us in a serious
war.
I can well remember the inception of my enterprise! The date was
January 7, 1902. The day was a Tuesday. Sir Henry Thompson was holding
that evening one of those charming “octave” dinners at which it was
my occasional privilege to attend, and I was going up to town from
Hindhead to keep the engagement. Sitting alone in a carriage I read
the foreign correspondence of “The Times.” In a single column there
were accounts of meetings in all parts of Europe--notably one of some
hundreds of Rhineland clergymen--protesting against our brutalities to
our enemies. There followed a whole column of extracts from foreign
papers, with grotesque descriptions of our barbarities. To any one who
knew the easygoing British soldier or the character of his leaders the
thing was unspeakably absurd; and yet, as I laid down the paper and
thought the matter over, I could not but admit that these Continental
people were acting under a generous and unselfish motive which was
much to their credit. How could they help believing those things, and,
believing them was it not their duty by meeting, by article, by any
means, to denounce them? Could we accuse them of being credulous? Would
we not be equally so if all our accounts of any transaction came from
one side, and were supported by such journalists and, above all, such
artists as lent their pens and pencils, whether venally or not, to the
Boer cause? Of course we would. And whose fault was it that our side
of the question was not equally laid before the jury of the civilized
world? Perhaps we were too proud, perhaps we were too negligent--but
the fact was obvious that judgment was being given against us by
default. How _could_ they know our case? Where could they find it? If
I were asked what document they could consult, what could I answer?
Blue-books and State papers are not for the multitude. There were books
like Fitz-Patrick’s “Transvaal from Within” or E. T. Cook’s “Rights and
Wrongs”; but these were expensive volumes, and not readily translated.
Nowhere could be found a statement which covered the whole ground in
a simple fashion. Why didn’t some Briton draw it up? And then like a
bullet through my head, came the thought, “Why don’t you draw it up
yourself?”
The next instant I was on fire with the idea. Seldom in my life have I
been so conscious of a direct imperative call which drove every other
thought from the mind. If I were a humble advocate, it was all the
better, since I could have no axe to grind. I was fairly well posted
in the facts already, as I had written an interim history of the war.
I had seen something of the campaign, and possessed many documents
which bore upon the matter. My plans widened every instant. I would
raise money from the public and by the sale of the book at home. With
this I would translate it into every language. These translations
should be given away wholesale. Every professor, every clergyman, every
journalist, every politician, should have one put under his nose in
his own language. In future, if they traduced us, they could no longer
plead ignorance that there was another side to the question. Before I
reached London all my programme was sketched out in my head. There was
no item of it, I may add, which was not eventually carried through.
Fortune was my friend. I have said that I was dining that night with
Sir Henry Thompson. My neighbour at dinner was a gentleman whose name
I had not caught. My mind being full of the one idea, my talk soon
came round to it, and instead of my neighbour being bored, my remarks
were received with a courteous and sympathetic attention which caused
me to make even greater demands upon his patience. Having listened from
the soup to the savoury (often has my conscience rebuked me since), he
ended by asking me mildly how I proposed to raise the money for these
wide-reaching schemes. I answered that I would appeal to the public.
He asked me how much would suffice. I answered that I could make a
start with £1,000. He remarked that it would take much more than that.
“However,” he added, “if £1,000 would go any way towards it, I have no
doubt that sum could be got for you.” “From whom?” I asked. He gave
me his name and address and said: “I have no doubt that if you carry
out the scheme on the lines you suggest, I could get the money. When
you have done your work, come to me, and we will see how it is best to
proceed.” I promised to do so, and thanked him for his encouragement.
Sir Eric Barrington of the Foreign Office was the name of this fairy
godfather.
This was my first stroke of good luck. A second came next morning. I
had occasion to call upon the publishing house of Smith, Elder & Co.,
over some other business, and during the interview I told Mr. Reginald
Smith the plan that I had formed. Without a moment’s hesitation he
placed the whole machinery of his world-wide business at my disposal,
without payment of any kind. From that moment he became my partner in
the enterprise, and I found his counsel at every stage of as great
help to me as the publishing services which he so generously rendered.
Not only did he save heavy costs to the fund, but he arranged easily
and successfully those complex foreign transactions which the scheme
entailed.
That morning I called at the War Office and was referred by them to the
Intelligence Department, where every information which they possessed
was freely put at my disposal. I then wrote to “The Times” explaining
what I was trying to do, and asking those who sympathized with my
object to lend me their aid. Never was an appeal more generously or
rapidly answered. My morning post on the day after brought me 127
letters, nearly all of which contained sums drawn from every class of
the community, varying from the £50 of Lord Rosebery to the half-crown
of the widow of a private soldier. Most of the remittances were
accompanied by letters which showed that, however they might pretend in
public to disregard it, the attitude of the foreign critics had really
left a deep and bitter feeling in the hearts of our people.
It was on January 9 that I was able to begin my task. On the 17th I
had finished it. When the amount of matter is considered, and the
number of researches and verifications which it entailed, I need not
say that I had been absorbed in the work, and devoted, I dare say,
sixteen hours a day to its accomplishment. So far as possible I kept my
individual opinions in the background, and made a more effective case
by marshalling the statements of eye-witnesses, many of them Boers, on
the various questions of farm-burnings, outrages, concentration camps,
and other contentious subjects. I made the comments as simple and as
short as I could, while as to the accuracy of my facts, I may say that,
save as to the exact number of farmhouses burned, I have never heard of
one which has been seriously questioned. It was a glad day for me when
I was able to lay down my pen with the feeling that my statement was as
full and as effective as it was in me to make it.
Meanwhile the subscriptions had still come steadily in, until nearly
£1,000 more had been banked by the time that the booklet was finished.
The greater number of contributions were in small sums from people who
could ill afford it. One notable feature was the number of governesses
and others residing abroad whose lives had been embittered by their
inability to answer the slanders which were daily uttered in their
presence. Many of these sent their small donations. A second pleasing
feature was the number of foreigners resident in England who supported
my scheme, in the hope that it would aid their own people to form a
juster view. From Norwegians alone I received nearly £50 with this
object. If Britain’s own children too often betrayed her at a crisis of
her fate, she found at least warm friends among the strangers within
her gates. Another point worth noting was that a disproportionate
sum was from clergymen, which was explained by several of them as
due to the fact that since the war began they had been pestered by
anti-national literature, and took this means of protesting against it.
The proofs having been printed, I sent them to my Foreign Office friend
as I had promised, and presently received an invitation to see him. He
expressed his approval of the work, and handed me a banknote for £500,
at the same time explaining that the money did not come from him. I
asked if I might acknowledge it as from an anonymous donor--“The donor
would not object,” said my friend. So I was able to head my list with
“A Loyal Briton,” who contributed £500. I daresay the Secret Service
knew best whence the money came.
By this time the banking account had risen to some two thousand pounds,
and we were in a position to put our foreign translations in hand. The
British edition had in the meantime been published, the distribution
being placed in the hands of Messrs. Newnes, who gave the enterprise
whole-hearted aid. The book was retailed at sixpence, but as it was
our desire that the sale should be pushed it was sold to the trade
at about threepence. The result was to leave the main profit of the
enterprise in the hands of the retailer. The sale of the pamphlet was
very large--in fact, I should imagine that it approached a record in
the time. Some 250,000 copies were sold in Great Britain very quickly,
and about 300,000 within a couple of months. This great sale enabled us
to add considerably to the fund by the accumulation of the small rebate
which had been reserved upon each copy. Our financial position was very
strong, therefore, in dealing with the foreign translations.
The French edition was prepared by Professor Sumichrast of Harvard
University, who was a French-Canadian by birth. This gentleman
patriotically refused to take any payment for his work, which was
admirably done. It was published without difficulty by Galignani,
and several thousands were given away where they would do most good,
in France, Belgium, and Switzerland. Twenty thousand copies of this
edition were printed.
The German edition was a more difficult matter. No German publisher
would undertake it, and the only courtesy which we met with in that
country was from Baron von Tauchnitz, who included the volume in his
well-known English library. Our advances were met with coldness, and
occasionally with insult. Here, for example, is a copy of an extreme
specimen of the kind of letter received.
_January, 1902._
MESSRS. SMITH, ELDER & CO.,--
GENT,--Doyle’s book makes the impression as if it was ordered or
influenced by the English Jingo party.
Now, you know, this English war party (as well as the English officers
and soldiers in Transvaal) are contempted by the whole civilised world
as coward scoundrels and vile brutes who murder women and children.
It would be for me, as an importer of English literature to Germany,
Austria and Russia, in the highest degree imprudent to do anything
that could awake the suspicion I was in connection with so despised a
party.
I have shown your letter to several persons. Nobody was inclined to
take up the matter.
There is a mixture of venom and smugness about this epistle which gives
it a high place in my collection. In spite of rebuffs, however, I found
an Anglo-German publishing house in Berlin to undertake the work, and
with the assistance of Herr Curt von Musgrave, who gave me an excellent
translation, I was able to work off more than one very large edition,
which had a perceptible effect in modifying the tone of that portion
of the German press which was open to reason. Altogether 20,000 copies
were distributed in the Fatherland and German-speaking Austria.
I remember one whimsical incident at this time. Somewhat tired, after
the book was in the press, I went down to Seaford for a rest. While
there, a message reached me that a Pan-German officer of Landwehr had
come over to London, and desired to see me. I wired that I could not
come up, but that I should be happy to see him if he came down. Down he
came accordingly, a fine, upstanding, soldierly man, speaking excellent
English. The German proofs had passed through his hands, and he was
much distressed by the way in which I had spoken of the hostility which
his countrymen had shown us, and its effect upon our feelings towards
them. We sat all day and argued the question out. His great point, as
a Pan-German, was that some day both Germany and Britain would have to
fight Russia--Britain for India, and Germany perhaps for the Baltic
Provinces. Therefore they should keep in close touch with each other. I
assured him that at the time the feeling in this country was much more
bitter against Germany than against Russia. He doubted it. I suggested
as a test that he should try the question upon any ’bus driver in
London as a fair index of popular opinion. He was very anxious that
I should modify certain paragraphs, and I was equally determined not
to do so, as I was convinced they were true. Finally, when he left me
on his return to London he said, “Well, I have come 800 miles to see
you, and I ask you now as a final request that in the translation you
will allow the one word ‘Leider’ (‘Alas’) to be put at the opening of
that paragraph.” I was perfectly ready to agree to this. So he got one
word in exchange for 1,600 miles of travel, and I think it was a very
sporting venture.
One charming incident connected with this German translation was that
a small group of Swiss (and in no country had we such warm-hearted
friends as among the minority in Switzerland) were so keen upon the
cause that they had a translation and an edition of their own, with
large print and maps. It was published independently at Zurich, Dr.
Angst, the British Consul in that town, helping to organize it.
Amongst other good friends who worked hard for the truth, and exposed
themselves to much obloquy in doing so, were Professor Naville, the
eminent Egyptologist of Geneva, and Monsieur Talichet, the well-known
editor of the “Bibliothèque Universelle” of Lausanne, who sacrificed
the circulation of his old-established magazine in upholding our cause.
So much for the French and German editions. The American and Canadian
had arranged themselves. There remained the Spanish, Portuguese,
Italian, Hungarian, and Russian, all of which were rapidly prepared and
circulated without a hitch, save that in the case of the Russian, which
was published at Odessa, the Censor suppressed it at the last instant.
We were successful, however, in getting his veto removed. In each of
these countries several thousands of the booklet were given away. In
every case we found a larger sale for these foreign editions than we
expected, arising no doubt from the eagerness of English residents
abroad to make their neighbours understand our position.
The Dutch edition was a stumbling-block. This gallant little nation
felt a most natural sympathy for their kinsfolk in arms against us,
and honestly believed that they had been very badly used. We should
certainly have felt the same. The result was that we were entirely
unable to find either publisher or distributor. The greater the
opposition the more obvious was the need for the book, so Mr. Reginald
Smith arranged that a large edition should be printed here, and sent
direct to all leaders of Dutch opinion. I believe that out of some
5,000 copies not more than twenty were sent back to us.
The Norwegian edition also presented some difficulties which were
overcome by the assistance of Mr. Thomassen of the “Verdensgang.” This
gentleman’s paper was entirely opposed to us, but in the interests
of fair play he helped me to get my book before the public. I hope
that some relaxation in his attitude towards us in his paper may have
been due to a fuller comprehension of our case, and a realization of
the fact that a nation does not make great sacrifices extending over
years for an ignoble cause. One other incident in connection with the
Norwegian edition is pleasant for me to recall. I had prefaced each
Continental version with a special foreword, designed to arrest the
attention of the particular people whom I was addressing. In this case,
when the book was going to press in Christiania, the preface had not
arrived from the translator (the accomplished Madame Brockmann), and
as she lived a hundred miles off, with all the passes blocked by a
phenomenal snow-storm, it looked as if it must be omitted. Finally,
however, my short address to the Scandinavian people was heliographed
across from snow-peak to snow-peak, and so found its way to the book.
There was one other language into which the book needed to be
translated, and that was the Welsh, for the vernacular press of the
Principality was almost entirely pro-Boer, and the Welsh people had
the most distorted information as to the cause for which their
fellow-countrymen fought so bravely in the field. The translation
was done by Mr. W. Evans, and some 10,000 copies were printed for
distribution through the agency of the Cardiff “Western Mail.” This
finished our labours. Our total output was 300,000 of the British
edition, about 50,000 in Canada and the United States, 20,000 in
Germany, 20,000 in France, 5,000 in Holland, 10,000 in Wales, 8,000
in Hungary, 5,000 in Norway and Sweden, 3,500 in Portugal, 10,000 in
Spain, 5,000 in Italy, and 5,000 in Russia. There were editions in
Tamil and Kanarese, the numbers of which I do not know. In all, I have
seen twenty different presentments of my little book. The total sum
at our disposal amounted to about £5,000, of which, speaking roughly,
half came from subscriptions and the other half was earned by the book
itself.
It was not long before we had the most gratifying evidence of the
success of these efforts. There was a rapid and marked change in the
tone of the whole Continental press, which may have been a coincidence,
but was certainly a pleasing one. In the case of many important organs
of public opinion there could, however, be no question of coincidence,
as the arguments advanced in the booklet and the facts quoted were
cited in their leading articles as having modified their former
anti-British views. This was the case with the “Tagblatt,” of Vienna,
whose London representative, Dr. Maurice Ernst, helped me in every way
to approach the Austrian public. So it was also with the “National
Zeitung” in Berlin, the “Independance Belge” in Brussels, and many
others. In the greater number of cases, however, it was unreasonable to
suppose that a journal would publicly eat its own words, and the best
result for which we could hope was that which we often attained, an
altered and less acrimonious tone.
Mr. Reginald Smith and I now found ourselves in the very pleasant
position of having accomplished our work so far as we could do it,
and yet of having in hand a considerable sum of money. What were we
to do with it? To return it to subscribers was impossible, and indeed
at least half of it would have to be returned to ourselves since it
had been earned by the sale of the book. I felt that the subscribers
had given me a free hand with the money, to use it to the best of my
judgment for national aims.
Our first expense was in immediate connection with the object in
view, for we endeavoured to supplement the effect of the booklet by
circulating a large number of an excellent Austrian work, “Recht und
Unrecht im Burenkrieg,” by Dr. Ferdinand Hirz. Six hundred of these
were distributed where they might do most good.
Our next move was to purchase half a dozen very handsome gold cigarette
cases. On the back of each was engraved, “From Friends in England to a
Friend of England.” These were distributed to a few of those who had
stood most staunchly by us. One went to the eminent French publicist,
Monsieur Yves Guyot, a second to Monsieur Talichet of Lausanne, a
third to Mr. Sumichrast, and a fourth to Professor Naville. By a happy
coincidence the latter gentleman happened to be in this country at the
time, and I had the pleasure of slipping the small souvenir into his
hand as he put on his overcoat in the hall of the Athenæum Club. I have
seldom seen anyone look more surprised.
There remained a considerable sum, and Mr. Reginald Smith shared my
opinion that we should find some permanent use for it, and that this
use should bring benefit to natives of South Africa. We therefore
forwarded £1,000 to Edinburgh University, to be so invested as to give
a return of £40 a year, which should be devoted to the South African
student who acquitted himself with most distinction. There are many
Afrikander students at Edinburgh, and we imagined that we had hit upon
a pleasing common interest for Boer and for Briton; but I confess
that I was rather amazed when at the end of the first year I received
a letter from a student expressing his confidence that he would win
the bursary, and adding that there could be no question as to his
eligibility, as he was a full-blooded Zulu.
The fund, however, was by no means exhausted, and we were able to make
contributions to the Civilian Rifleman’s movement, to the Union Jack
Club, to the Indian famine, to the Japanese nursing, to the Irish old
soldiers’ institute, to the fund for distressed Boers, and to many
other deserving objects. These donations varied from fifty guineas to
ten. Finally we were left with a residuum which amounted to £309 0_s._
4_d._ Mr. Reginald Smith and I sat in solemn conclave over this sum,
and discussed how it might best be used for the needs of the Empire.
The fourpence presented no difficulty, for we worked it off upon the
crossing sweeper outside, who had helped to relieve Delhi. Nine pounds
went in tobacco for the Chelsea veterans at Christmas. There remained
the good round sum of £300. We bethought us of the saying that the
safety of the Empire might depend upon a single shot from a twelve-inch
gun, and we devoted the whole amount to a magnificent cup, to be shot
for by the various ships of the Channel Squadron, the winner to hold
it for a single year. The stand of the cup was from the oak timbers
of the _Victory_, and the trophy itself was a splendid one in solid
silver gilt. By the kind and judicious co-operation of Admiral Sir
Percy Scott, the Inspector of Target Practice, through whose hands the
trophy passed to the Senior Admiral afloat, Sir Arthur Wilson, V.C., in
command of the Channel Squadron, all difficulties were overcome and the
cup was shot for that year, and has since produced, I am told, great
emulation among the various crews. Our one condition was that it should
not be retained in the mess-room, but should be put out on the deck
where the winning bluejackets could continually see it. I learn that
the _Exmouth_ came into Plymouth Harbour with the cup on the top of her
fore turret.
The one abiding impression left upon my mind by the whole episode
is that our Government does not use publicity enough in stating and
defending its own case. If a private individual could by spending
£3,000 and putting in a month’s work make a marked impression upon the
public opinion of the world, what could be done by a really rich and
intelligent organization? But the first requisite is that you should
honestly have a just cause to state. Who is there outside England who
really knows the repeated and honest efforts made by us to settle the
eternal Irish question and hold the scales fair between rival Irishmen?
We certainly do, as a great Frenchman said, “defend ourselves very
badly.” If we let cases go by default how can we imagine that the
verdict can be in our favour?