He remembered he had so often cursed the brindle cow and her mates, and had sometimes flung milking stools.

But, from his present point of view, there was a halo of happiness about each of their heads, and he would have sacrificed all the brass buttons on the continent to have been enabled to return to them.

He told himself that he was not formed for a soldier.

And he mused seriously upon the radical differences between himself and those men who were dodging implike around the fires.
As he mused thus he heard the rustle of grass, and, upon turning his head, discovered the loud soldier.

He called out, "Oh, Wilson!" The latter approached and looked down.