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The colonel of an Alabama regiment was famous for having every thing done in a military style. Once while field officer of the day, and going his tour of inspection, he came on a sentinel from the Eleventh Mississippi regiment sitting flat down on his pants, with his gun taken entirely to pieces, when the following dialogue took place:
Colonel -- "Don't you know that a sentinel while on duty, should always keep on his feet?
Sentinel (without looking up) -- "That's the way we used to do when the war first began; but that's played out long ago."
Colonel (beginning to . doubt if the man was on duty), -- "Are you the sentinel here?"
Sentinel -- "Well, I'm a sort of a sentinel."
Colonel -- "Well, I'm a sort of officer of the day."
Sentinel -- "Well, if you hold on till I sort of git my gun together, I'll give you a sort of salute."
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Vigilantibus et non dormientibus jura subveniunt. Molon Labe!
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