Posted by Corporal Malcolm A. MacWilliam on March 10, 2000 at 11:38:22:
I have received your latest message concerning the battle with Col. Armstrong. I thank St. Andrew that you have come through safe to fall once again into the arms of the dark haired lass. Your side of the family (those Irish rovers!) always did have a penchant for the lassies!
My hopes are still that we can rendezvous at Fort Frederick in one month's time. I have not had a message from Many Flags or Three Tales for several days. Last evening I sat with one of our Lenape scouts, Owl by name, a comrade of Sign Talker. He mapped out the area which cousins Flags and Tales are now traversing, east of August, near the land of Daniel Montgomery. If Owl's mapping is correct, our longhunter cousins should be reaching Augusta in two days time. However, I also remember Flags talking of a minister's daughter who lives in that area that he is sweet on. That may delay his arrival at Augusta!
Carlisle has been a respite for the 77th. We repair our kits and take on supplies before heading southwest to Reynold's Spring near a mill owned by the Chambers family. This is about a day's journey from the stockade at Loudoun where a small group of our grenadier company will head south to meet you at the Fort of Frederick. We have already been given the written orders, signed by General Forbes himself, which will allow us to leave our comrades of the 77th Grenadier company with our small contingent and protect the frontier of Mary Land.
Carlisle is a small village, a few cabins, a few stone houses, the Presbyterian church where Rev. John Andrews presides. Last evening we attended vespers at the church, many of us thinking on our loved ones in Scotland. We stay here at the fort, which is just north of the town, the castrimentation of our camp laid out in streets inside the fort, which is made up of high embankments in the shape of a 12 pointed star. Actually, it may be 14, having been sipping at some rum this past hour, I may have miscounted. It is a huge area inside the fort, as my last post indicated, large enough for 1000 troops to parade easily. As we sit by our fire this evening, we sing a few of the old songs, with a bit of rum and pipes of taback. 'Tis certainly a fine night, although we know there will be hard fighting ahead of us; as we protect this land for the colonists of our soverign, George the 2.
Ahh, I hear the singing getting louder beside the other large corporal's tent. He and MacFarland are certainly enjoying themselves and I understand that Col Bouquet has given leave to Pvt. MacCrimmon to play the Highland pipes this evening. As the song goes, "So let the rum flow and the ladies dance!"
We have several more days here, Cousin Seamus before we travel on the next leg of our journey. If you hear from Many Flags and Three Tales, send communication to Davey Gunn and myself immediately. We worry for his safety, especially if Flags is with the minister's daughter!
God Save the King!
Cpl. Malcolm A. MacWilliam, 77th Reg't of Foot, Grenadier Company
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