Having heard that the State was about to be invaded by a hostile army, a War-horse belonging to a Colonel of the Militia offered his services to a passing Miller.
"No," said the patriotic Miller, "I will employ no one who deserts his position in the hour of danger. It is sweet to die for one's country."
Something in the sentiment sounded familiar, and, looking at the Miller more closely the War-horse recognised his master in disguise.