The Warrior And His Snuff-box

At some maneuvers of the volunteers n Dumfriesshire, the troops were dlnded into two parta, an attacking and a Jefending force. The former were po8ted behind a hedge during some skirmishing, when one of I the defenderá suddenly buret through ind was Immediately surrounded. "Down with your arms - you're my jrisoner!" cried the sergeant. "Nae, nae, mon," returned th in.ruder coolly, "I'm nae preesoner." "I teil you we are the enemy," cried :he sergeant. "I dinna care whether ye're the jnemy or nae," retorted the intrepid rolunteer, "I hae lost ma snuff-box, and Cm no gaun back wlthoot it." Amíd general laughter the valiant warrlor was allowed to look for "ma muff-box." and when ho had found it