"Ay—I waant tae jine the Mileeshy."

 

"Ay—I waant tae jine the Mileeshy."

"Which Militia?"

"Which Militia?"

"The Glesca Mileeshy, of coorse."

"The Glesca Mileeshy, of coorse."

"Very well, come with me, and I'll get you a Field-Marshal's baton," said the sergeant with glee, for this recruiter was feeling thirsty and much in need of his half-crown fee. He led Spud into the recruiting office, and told him to strip.

"Very well, come with me, and I'll get you a Field-Marshal's baton," said the sergeant with glee, for this recruiter was feeling thirsty and much in need of his half-crown fee. He led Spud into the recruiting office, and told him to strip.

"When did you have a bath last?"

"When did you have a bath last?"

"Last Glesca Fair," answered Spud, quite unashamed of his nigger-like skin.

"Last Glesca Fair," answered Spud, quite unashamed of his nigger-like skin.

"What! Ten months ago?"

"What! Ten months ago?"

"Ach! that's naething; ma faither hisna had a waash since he got mairret."

"Ach! that's naething; ma faither hisna had a waash since he got mairret."

"Well then, what's your age?"

"Well then, what's your age?"

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