Then came a long series of soldier servants--"dog-robbers"--but none could endure him for more than a day or two, and seldom got their pay for that. The complaints were all similar: "He asked me to bathe his mangy dog;" or, "He ordered me to stand at attention when rocking the damned cradle, so precious are his 'brick-top brats';" or, "She," for Mrs. B. was not angelic, "wanted me to fan the flies off her ring-tailed cat while that animal chose to nap;" and so they ran. Thus they growled and quit their places, usually without giving notice. Then Private Jones, Brown, Smith, or whoever the offender might happen to be, endured his turn of torture and calling-down when at drills and other duty till there was a fresher victim on whom this choleric officer could wreak his vengeance. Now came "Cougar" Daly, fresh from the Bowery, with the odor of stale beer and "twofers" on his seven-dollar "cit" suit marked down to five ninety-nine, which was hanging in the orderly room, and which he was sure to don when on "old guard" pass and sober; but Daly was like all soldiers in one respect--he always got drunk in uniform. Daly, indeed--as true a Dutchman as ever bore an Irish name. Daly, he of the "ingrowing face"; "kidney-foot" Daly; Daly, the man "wid his chist on his back," were just a few of the "handles" he enjoyed. It was Archie Fettin, lately of the Queen's Own, but now a "buck" private in Uncle Sam's service, who aptly said: "Daly, tek off yer bloomin' 'ed and put it on facin' t' the rare and ye'll hev as foine a brace an' as smaart 'perance as any non-com 'n the Quane's Guayards; mesel', fer example." Unfortunately for poor Daly, he could not follow Fettin's advice, and must content himself with his dromedary "set up." The company non-commissioned officers were disgusted with him, for the company enjoyed the reputation of being the best drilled in the regiment, but here came this hopeless recruit to muddle the rear rank at parades and walk on the heels of his front rank man. Corporal Self, the meanest martinet in the outfit, drilled him till his tongue was hanging out, and then reported to the captain: "Sir, there's slight hope fer thet spalpeen o' a rakroot Daly, fer th' more sittin' up ixercise I giv' 'm th' bigger th' lump on 'is schloping shoulders." Daly, the newest recruit in the regiment, now "dog-robbing" for "Bues," and excused from cook's police, room orderly, guard, fatigue, and, in fact, everything except drill, and he would have been relieved from that had he not been sorely in need of it. The men hated him more cordially than the devil despises a Christian who refuses to black-slide. A man with the slightest hint of spirit would have resented their insults, heaped so lavishly and frequently, but he was as impervious to the names, epithets, growling, and swearing as a duck's back is to water.