He once met an aged Quaker on the way—and these incidents are largely traditional—who approached him respectfully, after the usual way, with his broad-brimmed hat covering his curly locks.
“Yea, verily, one day outshines another, and to goodly people this is a goodly world.”
“Who are you?” said the testy General.
“A servant of the Lord, as I hope.”
“A servant of the Lord? Off with your hat! Haven’t you any reverence for me, nor the Lord either? Don’t you know who I am?”
“Nay, nay, softly; speak not thus, my friend.”
“Off with your hat!” said the irate General. “None of your yea says and nay says in my presence.”
“I never unhat or unbonnet, my friend, in the presence of any man. I could not do it if I were to meet the King himself.”
The General grew red in the face.