While this uproarious scene was going on, I noticed, sitting in rather a dark corner of the room, an individual who was evidently not of the same class as the rest of the party, yet he appeared to be quite at home in their company, as they called him "Doctor." He was a tall, miserable-looking specimen of human kind, attired in a rusty black surtout coat, buttoned close up to the throat, as if to conceal the disagreeable fact of his having no shirt on; his trousers, of the same material as his coat, were greasy and threadbare, and ragged at the bottoms; his boots were out at the toes: still he appeared cheerful and happy under the circumstances, and even cracked a joke now and then with the "Johnny Whopstraws," who sat near him, one of whom, referring to the dilapidated shoes, asked him if they did not "let the wet in sometimes." "What of that? they let it out again," said he. Next to the "Doctor," on a sort of wooden-seated sofa, sat another individual, well known in barracks as "Soapy," who existed chiefly by collecting horse-droppings, and assisting the forage-carters to unload hay and straw. "Soapy" was eating something that he appeared anxious to conceal, and, by the manner he put his hand up to his mouth, I suspected it to be horse-beans. He appeared confused whenever his gaze met mine, and therefore was not a little relieved when the party got up to dance to a tune that a merry little journeyman shoemaker was whistling and drumming on the table with his knuckles. A rough-looking fellow took hold of the "Doctor." "Come, Doctor," said he, "you must stir your old stumps." "Now, Soapy," said another; and in a moment "Soapy" and the "Doctor" were hustled round and round; we preferred to sit still and witness the fun, otherwise our spurs would have left their marks on the shins of the clodhoppers. Tired of dancing, they began to push one another about. One man had his face blackened, but he was evidently unaware of it; some one pushed this man against the "Doctor," and they both fell on the saw-dusted floor together; "Soapy" was pushed on the top of them, Dick and Sam, the rival smokers, being topmost of all. "Murder!" shouted the "Doctor;" the landlord came, and peace was soon restored.