鈥淚鈥檝e never seen a place like this,鈥?Billy said. 鈥淐aballo鈥檚 got the right idea. I鈥檇 love to live here,just living cheap and running trails.鈥? Walton. He'd say, 'I'll meet you for breakfast at six o'clock.' And we'd say, 'Mr. Walton, there's noreason to meet that early. We can't even get into the buildings that early.' And he'd just say, 'We'll findsomething to do.' 鈥淭he Luck of the Bonehead!鈥?Jenn marveled. Under a stone ledge, Billy had spotted a pool offresh water. They ran toward it, fumbling the tops off their water bottles, then stopped. 超碰国产人人做人人爽 鈥淚t鈥檚 a pretty wild story鈥?鈥?I began, but by then we鈥檇 reached Scott and the others, who werelistening to Barefoot Ted hold court. 鈥淭ell you later,鈥?I promised Caballo. I owed another of the fortunate circumstances in my education, a year's residence in France, to Mr Bentham's brother, General Sir Samuel Bentham. I had seen Sir Samuel Bentham and his family at their house near Gosport in the course of the tour already mentioned (he being then Superintendent of the Dockyard at Portsmouth), and during a stay of a few days which they made at Ford Abbey shortly after the peace, before going to live on the Continent. In 1820 they invited me for a six months' visit to them in the South of France, which their kindness ultimately prolonged to nearly a twelvemonth. Sir Samuel Bentham, though of a character of mind different from that of his illustrious brother, was a man of very considerable attainments and general powers, with a decided genius for mechanical art. His wife, a daughter of the celebrated chemist, Dr Fordyce, was a woman of strong will and decided character, much general knowledge, and great practical good sense of the Edgeworth kind: she was the ruling spirit of the household, as she deserved, and was well qualified, to be. Their family consisted of one son (the eminent botanist) and three daughters, the youngest about two years my senior. I am indebted to them for much and various instruction, and for an almost parental interest in my welfare. When I first joined them, in May 1820, they occupied the Chateau of Pompignan (still belonging to a descendant of Voltaire's enemy) on the heights overlooking the plain of the Garonne between Montauban and Toulouse. I accompanied them in an excursion to the Pyrenees, including a stay of some duration at Bagn猫res de Bigorre, a journey to Pau, Bayonne, and Bagn猫res de Luchon, and an ascent of the Pic du Midi de Bigorre. After I got back from Mexico, I called Don Allison, the longtime editor of UltraRunningmagazine. Caballo had let slip two details about his past worth following up: he鈥檇 been a profighter of some kind, and he鈥檇 won a few ultraraces. Fighting is insanely difficult to fact-check,what with its tangled ganglion of disciplines and accrediting bodies, but in ultrarunning, all roadslead to Don Allison in Weymouth, Massachusetts. As the clearinghouse for every rumor, raceresult, and rising star in the sport, Don Allison knew everyone and everything, and that鈥檚 whatmade the first syllable out of his mouth doubly disappointing: I didn't catch on to that idea for quite a while. In fact, the biggest single regret in my whole businesscareer is that we didn't include our associates in the initial, managers-only profit-sharing plan when wetook the company public in 1970. But there was nobody around preaching that philosophy in those days,and I guess I was just too worried about my own debt, and in too big a hurry to get somewhere fast.