Confessed sensations which he could not speak,
Old Norman bade him farewell kindly meek.
At morn, the smiling dame rejoiced to pack
With viands full th’ old soldier’s havresack.
He feared not hungry grass[105] with such a load,
And Ronald saw him miles upon his road.
A march of three days brought him to Lochfyne.
Argyle, struck with his manly look benign,
And feeling interest in the veteran’s lot,
Created him a sergeant on the spot—