1. Now Hugh and the stranger had not gone much further, when they met a
company of soldiers, gayly dressed, with feathers in their caps, and
glittering muskets on their shoulders. In front marched the drummers and
fifers, making such merry music that Hugh would gladly have followed them
to the end of the world. If he were only a soldier, he said to himself,
old Mr. Toil would never venture to look him in the face.