As he approached the corner of an intersecting road, voices came to the ear of the Colonel, or rather one voice, which seemed familiar to him. The speaker was addressing some one who made little reply; and Colonel Sutherland heard, to his great astonishment, a glowing description of the advantages and pleasures of a soldier's life in India, splendidly set forth by the odd, familiar accents of this voice, as he approached. Half amused, half amazed, he listened--the words being, evidently, not of any private importance, and delivered in a tone too loud for confidential communications. He thought to himself that it must be some old soldier beguiling the innocence of some rustic lad, whom want of employment or youthful disappointment had prompted to try the expedient of "soldiering," and went forward with a wrinkle on his forehead, but a smile on his lip--divided between sympathy for the supposed victim, and a professional reluctance to balk the voluntary recruiter, if the recruit should chance to be a promising one. But, to his surprise, when he had gained the corner of the road, instead of a young ploughman or country bumpkin, his eye fell upon a young man of extremely prepossessing appearance, with all the look of a gentleman, who listened with dilated nostrils and eyes fixed upon the distant hills--listened as a man listens whose thoughts are already too many for him, and who has but little attention to spare for what is said--but who, nevertheless, has a serious intention of hearing what is addressed to him. The Colonel was so much startled by this, that he scarcely observed the other person present, till an astonished exclamation of his own name, and the sudden motion of a military obeisance, aroused him. Then the smile returned, though with a difference, to his lip. The speaker was a sergeant of his own regiment, a veteran nearly as old as himself, who now stood before him, between joy and reluctance, eager to make himself known, yet not perfectly satisfied to be found in this exercise of his vocation; with confusion in his face, and his mouth full of excuses. "What, Kennedy!" cried the Colonel; "my good fellow, what brings you here?" "It's far enough out of the way, to be sure, Cornel," said the sergeant, rather sheepishly; "and neyther my oun place, nor like it. Sure it's a bit of a flirt of a girl's brought me, that's come to be married here." "Married! What, _you_? You old blockhead!" cried the Colonel, inclining his deaf ear towards the voice, "what do you want with such nonsense at your age?" "Na, Cornel, ne'er a bit of me--the Lord forbid!" said the old soldier; "but a daughter it is, brought up within five mile of ould Derry, but seed a lad o' the fells as took her heart; and sure she's all in wan, as ye may say, the whole stock o' me familly; and according, Cornel, I'm here."