Posted by Davey Gunn on December 05, 2000 at 20:43:23:
December 5th, 1758
Trail to Raestown and Winter Quarters
Personal thoughts and ramblings
I must be getting too old for this profession. The cold winter wind is biting harder this year than last. The winters of my youth were harder than they are in this God-forsaken-colony, but I am being bothered more now than then of the cold and wind. All the wagon tracks have ice lying in them, and the puddles are frozen over along the sides of the trails. The wind has blown hard most of this day, and seems not to be letting up after dark as usual. It will be the coldest night of the year to date. All of us are huddled together around the fire, and wish we had another blanket to share. There is little snow, and the sky is mostly clear. The stars shine brightly, and the moon, although only half-full, is very white. But no cloud-cover means it will be frigid.
We make for Raestown, and expect to be there in a day or two. We have a few frozen streams to cross, and a ridge or two yet between us and the warm cabins ahead. I hope there is some warmth from the sun tomorrow. The cold is almost unbearable at night.
I am missing my red-haired Colleen more each day, and hope this campaign is done. We will have to stay at Raestown for the winter, but come spring, I hope to be sailing for the shores of our homeland Scotland. I must think upon a new profession, one that will keep me at home, and warm.
May St. Andrew have mercy on my frozen soul,
Davey Gunn, Pvt. 77th Gren. Coy.
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