The gauger has applied for military aid.

A nice job we have got before us.

I have had my turn at it before, and know what it means.

Starting at nightfall, tramping ten or fifteen miles over the hills and through bogs, and arriving at last at some wretched hut only to find a wretched old woman sitting by a peat fire, and divil a sign of still or mash tubs or anything else.

We start the first thing to-morrow morning; so you had better get your kit packed and your flask filled to-night.