The Warrior And His Snuff-box

At some maneuvers of the volunteers in Dumfriesshire, the troops were dirided into two parts, an attacking and a lefending force. The former were posted behind a hedge during some skirmishing, when one of the defenders suddenly burst through ind was immediately surrounded. "Down with your arms - you're my prisoner!" cried the sergeant. "Nae, nae, mon," returned the in.ruder coolly, "I'm nae preesoner." "I teil you we are the enemy," cried :he sergeant. "I dinna care whether ye're the snemy or nae," retorted the intrepid iolunteer, "I hae lost ma snuff-box, and i'm no gaun back withoot it." Amid general laughter the valiant ■varrior was allowed to look for 'ma snuff-box," and when he had found it