"Well, he put his gun down on the bridge, and he lit his pipe, and he sat down under an ould tree and began to ruminate upon his affairs.
"'Oh, then, it's wishing it well I am,' says he, 'for sodgering; and bad luck to the hammer that struck the shilling that 'listed me, that's all,' for he was mighty low in his heart.
"Just then a noise came rattling down near him. He listened, and before he could get on his legs, down comes' the general, ould Cohoon, with an orderly after him.
"'The round,' says the general, looking about all the time to see where was the sentry, for my father was snug under the tree.
"'The grand round,' says the general, more puzzled than afore.
"'Pass on, grand round, and God save you kindly!' says my father, putting his pipe in his mouth again, for he thought all was over.
"'D--n your soul, where are you?' says the general, for sorrow bit of my father could he see yet.
"'It's here I am,' says he, 'and a cowld place I have of it; and if it wasn't for the pipe I'd be lost entirely.'
"The words wasn't well out of his mouth when the general began laughing, till ye'd think he'd fall off his horse; and the dragoon behind him--more by token, they say it wasn't right for him--laughed as loud as himself.
"'Yer a droll sentry,' says the general, as soon as he could speak.
"'Be-gorra, it's little fun there's left in me,' says my father, 'with this drilling, and parading, and blackguarding about the roads all night.'
"'And is this the way you salute your officer?' says the general.
"'Just so,' says my father; 'devil a more politeness ever they taught me.'
"'What regiment do you belong to?' says the general.
"'The North Cork, bad luck to them!' says my father, with a sigh.
"'They ought to be proud of ye,' says the general.
"'I'm sorry for it,' says my father, sorrowfully, 'for may be they'll keep me the longer.'
"'Well, my good fellow,' says the general, 'I haven't more time to waste here; but let me teach you something before I go. Whenever your officer passes, it's your duty to present to him.'
"'Arrah, it's jokin' ye are,' says my father.
"'No, I'm in earnest,' says he, 'as ye might learn, to your cost, if I brought you to a court-martial.'
"'Well, there's no knowing,' says my father, 'what they'd be up to; but sure, if that's all, I'll do it, with all "the veins," whenever yer coming this way again.'