ensued a very lively scene. Mrs. Brown, who weighed some fourteen
stone, and was fully master of her weight, intrenched herself behind
some boxes and barrels, with the precious jug in charge. Mr. Brown
first tried compromise, and then flattery, but she was proof against
such measures.

_Mr. Brown._ Mrs. Brown, my dear, jist come over to me now and we'll
argue the matter.

_Mrs. Brown._ No, you don't, Sergeant, ye don't catch me wid any ov
ye'r compromises. I have the jug now, and I'll hould on to it. So I
will.

_Mr. B._ Shure, Honey, I was only jokin' wid ye before. Ye may hev
half o' the crathur.

_Mrs. B._ Now, Sergeant, ye may as well hould ye'r tongue, for a
drap ov this liker ye'll never touch agin.

Maddened to desperation, the sergeant attacked Mrs. Brown, who
valiantly defended herself with half of a tent-pole which lay near
at hand. About this juncture, their "_discussion wid sticks_" was
interrupted by the captain ordering out a guard of four men to take
the pair and put them in confinement. As I was Orderly Sergeant, I
immediately attempted to carry out this order, and arrested the
sergeant first. I then advanced to seize Mrs. Brown, but she charged
with the tent-pole, and as the four men were engaged in carrying off
the sergeant, who resisted desperately, and called lustily to Mrs.
Brown for assistance, I was forced to beat a hasty retreat and seek
reinforcements, at the same time feeling a very unpleasant tingling