CHAPTER XXIX.
THE ADJUTANT'S STORY .-- LIFE IN DERBY.
"It is now about eight, may be ten, years since we were ordered to march from Belfast and take up our quarters in Londonderry.

We had not been more than a few weeks altogether in Ulster when the order came; and as we had been, for the preceding two years, doing duty in the south and west, we concluded that the island was tolerably the same in all parts.

We opened our campaign in the maiden city exactly as we had been doing with 'unparalleled success' in Cashel, Fermoy, Tuam, etc.,--that is to say, we announced garrison balls and private theatricals; offered a cup to be run for in steeple-chase; turned out a four-in-hand drag, with mottled grays; and brought over two Deal boats to challenge the north." "The 18th found the place stupid," said his companions.
"To be sure, they did; slow fellows like them must find any place stupid.
No dinners; but they gave none.

No fun; but they had none in themselves.
In fact, we knew better; we understood how the thing was to be done, and resolved that, as a mine of rich ore lay unworked, it was reserved for us to produce the shining metal that others, less discerning, had failed to discover.

Little we knew of the matter; never was there a blunder like ours.