Posted by Seamus on March 03, 2000 at 13:51:41:
I have just received word that Colonel Armstrong will be recruiting in this area for Rangers to accompany him and the 2nd Battalion Pennsylvania Provincials on an expedition to attack the Delaware village of Kittanning, on the Allegheny. He has sent his aide, Capt. Mercer, to inform me that he would be at my cabin on the mountain tomorrow, and that he wished to make it his headquarters while he is here.Of course, I told the Captain that Col. Armstrong was to be my guest as long as he wished. Cousin, I am going to go!!! As you know, the Indian deprivations in this Valley have originated at Kittanning, with the scoundrels, Shingas and Captain Jacobs doing most of the damage. I encountered my old friend, Deux Chemises, the Delaware whose life I saved when I found him trapped under that fallen tree several years ago after the terrible storm, remember? Well, old Nischa Schakhokquiwannak told me that Capt. Jacobs has been storing gunpowder from the French at DuQuesne in his village. He also told me that there are several English prisoners there and at Shingas's Town across the river. I asked him if any answered the descriptions of Barbara Leininger and her sister,Regina, or Marie Le Roy who were taken from Penn's Creek a year or so ago. Her said there were. I have seen poor Mrs. Leininger here at Augusta frequently, asking each returning patrol if they have any information about her girls. The poor woman has aged so much over this thing. She is thin and very haggard and does nothing all day but sit and weep... it tears my heart apart, dear cousin. I am very concerned for her. If you happen upon Many Flags and Three Tales, tell them of the Expedition...Col. Armstrong promises good pay and I know they will like that! And, of course, the Colonel, being an Irishman, is at once a man of considerable honour and trustworthiness.
Well, dear cousin, I took the dark haired lass to the gardens last evening, and was successful in feeling her out...concerning her depression I spoke of before. I was able to determine she was not interested in gardening, but when I spoke of plowing and planting her eyes brightened a bit. She assured me that her melancholy was not on account of me, but that she soon would be out of money, and would need someone to look after her and suport her, or she didn't know what she'd do. Well, dear Malcolm,the sight of those salty tears running down her lovely cheek melted me old hard heart a bit. I wrapped me arms around her soft body and drank in that intoxicating scent eminating from her and, well...consoled her as best I could.
She asked me about my cabin and if I would take her there to see it. I believe I will, as soon as the good colonel is finished there...
Oh, me, oh my...I am slipping fast...the lovely lass needs me more and more.
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