On to Carlisle

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Posted by Cpl. Malcolm A. MacWilliam on March 08, 2000 at 11:05:40:

Cousin Many Flags and Three Tales,

This message will be delivered to you by Sign Talker. It is my hopes that he allows you to read it and does not attempt to sign the whole thing. You know how particular he can be in making a fire, smoking some taback, then taking the next hour to sign a message to you as he accepts gifts from anyone who is listening. I have instructed Sign Talker to stay with you and guide you on to Fort Loudoun where I am expecting to meet with both of you and cousin Seamus before we head to Fort Frederick in a month's time.
I have asked Captain Croy for permission for this special mission to Fort Frederick, which you have requested of us and he gives his leave, as long as we are back within a week's time to continue on from the Fort we expect to lay our at Loudoun to an area called Burnt Cabins or Lyttleton where the next Fort will be supplied.
We finally crossed over the Susquehanna as of yesterday and are now near our destination of Carlisle. Being a very small community of only a few homes, Carlisle had a stockade a few years ago, which has now fallen into disrepair. The 77th and the 60th which travels with us will encamp at the ground embankment fort which lies north of Carlisle. This is a large area where over 1000 men can be exercised, although General Forbes will use the fort at Carlisle as a base camp for us, more of a supply dump, as we push on south west to Shippensburg and Loudoun.
A curious sighting occurred yesterday as we finished our crossing. Being corporal, I was aiding our last grenadiers to regroup in ranks on the west side of the Susquehanna. An escarpment rose above us wherewith we would traverse along its southern end through a gap. Above us we saw some reflections from some mirrors. We supposed the reflections were caused by native savages, either Shawnee or Mingoes. Our men formed up to possbily defend our possition when to the north we heard a cry of , "Pax Aye, come along my dears!"
A lone man in bonnet and kilt was seen herding two dozen or more sheep toward the place where the reflections were coming from. With his staff striking the ground, he continued to move on the area where the savages were watching us and to our wonderment, the savages turned and ran down the escarpment to the south, retreating in full force. One of our native scouts told us in Sign that the man was a spirit which the French and their allies are most scared of. I know what you are thinking, Cousins Flags and Tales. I also believe it to be our long lost Uncle Angus. St. Andrew has blessed us with his appearance and he seems to be our protection here in the colonies. We push on at this moment and Capt. Croy is ordering the men to form up. So, I must close. On to Fort Frederick! God Save the King.

Your Humble Cousin,

Malcolm MacWm.

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