The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
It does not do for soldiers to think much; let them do their duty at the moment; that's all they have to think of; I will go on in the track I have chosen, and trust to Fortune for a windfall;' again 'In the Garb of Old Gaul' was gallantly whistled, and again the hedges and thistles felt the weight of his stick.