“As Solomon would not move, notwithstanding all the protestations of the officer, and could not get away, the officer holding his arm as in a vice; and as he could not raise the other arm, which was lamed, to take the cap off, the scene became highly ludicrous. The people in the street, and there were many, saw the dilemma and began to laugh, and the boys to run from all sides, crying, ‘Mr. Jordan is ’listed for a soldier,—Mr. Jordan is ’listed!’ There was a great running, and soon a great crowd, in the midst of which the Friend was angrily demanding the officer to take off the offensive cap; and the officer, with equal zeal, protesting against the Friend proceeding bareheaded. Sometimes the officer, for a moment, would concede the point to Solomon and replace his cap on his own head, but almost directly would whip it off again and put it on Solomon’s, which was the signal for a fresh roar of laughter from the people. Thus they advanced, now stopping and parleying—now moving on again; the cap sometimes on the soldier’s head, sometimes on the Friend’s, till they reached the officer’s lodgings with half the idle people of Castleborough at their heels. I think,” added Thorsby, “Friend Jordan will never again take compassion on a disabled soldier.” “More’s the pity that he did,” said Betty Trapps. “I’d have left the intossicated old fellow to plough the street up with his nose afore I’d ha’ helped him; but such things are just egg and milk for some folks:” meaning that such satirical stories were delicious to Thorsby.