CDVs of family of Sir H Rider Haggard (author of King Solomon's Mines)

I bought these recently because they seemed to have some history to them... they came in a small lot. Three are identified, one being William Haggard of West Bradenham (Norfolk, UK) and two are his sons Jack (John?) and Andrew Haggard.

There are plenty of family trees on Ancestry, showing that H Rider Haggard (the author) was also a son of William Haggard. And the man on the fourth (unidentified) CDV shows some likeness to the images I've found on the web of the author himself.
https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=h...=X&ei=-kehVfnvIufP7QaHvpz4Cw&ved=0CAcQ_AUoAg#

However, the CDV is dated 1872 and if it were H Rider Haggard, he would be only 16... too young for such a bushy beard? What do you think?

A more likely possibility is that the image is of another brother, since there were another three older brothers according to the family tree, who would have been 23, 25 & 26 in 1872. I'd love people's opinions on this.

William Haggard (father)


Jack Haggard (John b1850?)


Andrew Haggard b1854


Unknown Haggard - resembles H Rider Haggard?


And finally... the CDV below was in the same lot. It has 'Barton' written on the back, like the Jack Haggard CDV ('Barton Lodge'). And the comment 'in the dog-cart' is curious! Does anyone know what that might mean? We have the expression 'in the dog-house' if someone is annoyed with a person, so could this be the Victorian equivalent? Grin. I'd love to know what his connection to the family is (another brother, perhaps).


Thanks for looking and hope you enjoy the CDVs!

 

I do think the bearded fellow looks too old to be 16. Looking at photos of H. Rider Haggard online, I think that his nose is also too different from the nose on the man in that photo. Rider's had a large bump in the middle and this man's does not.

Is "3. Meat Market" an address?

Great photos -- thanks for sharing!

 

Yes, you're right about the nose bump... and the eyelids are different too. I'm thinking it must be another brother, since the resemblance is still strong, despite the differences.

'Meat Market' would have been the photographers address; not a very appealing place to have your image taken!

 

That's what I was thinking about the "Meat Market" address, too!

 

So the first photo back says Old Squire W. Bradenham
Dated Oct. 1880

Found this for April 21, 1891 page 440
https://books.google.com/books?id=r...LAJy#v=onepage&q=Squires of Bradenham&f=false

 

Isn't that last gentleman heaving a bit too starboard?

 

here we go again .................not sure about this reference, but I REMEMBER when I was a kid we had a child sized 2 wheeled cart that was actually harnessed to one of the large kennel dogs and trotted us around the barn yard.............and when anyone was acting childish or was actually NOT an adult but had acted like one our elders would refer to them as "being in the dog-cart"............though on second thought I think I only remember my caregiver using that phrase, and she was from England

 

Thanks for the link, cluttered . And if I understand correctly, silverthwait, then I agree... it could be why he was in-the-dogcart/house! ;-) Mansons, you've confirmed what I was thinking, and maybe there are just regional variations in the phrase.

I've found the autobiography of H Rider Haggard online (http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks03/0300131.txt). He describes himself at age nineteen as 'a tall young fellow, quite six feet, and slight; blue-eyed,
brown-haired, fresh-complexioned, and not at all bad-looking', with no mention of a beard.

He also wrote 'My father was a typical squire of the old sort, a kind of Sir Roger de
Coverley. He reigned at Bradenham like a king, blowing everybody up
and making rows innumerable. Yet I do not think there was a more
popular man in the county of Norfolk. Even the servants, whom he rated
in a fashion that no servant would put up with nowadays, were fond of
him. He could send back the soup with a request to the cook to drink
it all herself, or some other infuriating message. He could pull at
the bells until feet of connecting wire hung limply down the wall, and
announce when whoever it was he wanted appeared that Thorpe Idiot
Asylum was her proper home, and so forth. Nobody seemed to mind in the
least. It was "only the Squire's way," they said.' This description definitely suits his father's image!