Posted by Seamus on March 19, 2000 at 07:26:26:
This dispatch is to inform you that I am on my way to rendezvous with you at Carlisle, and will send it ahead to you by an Indian runner, Soaring Hawk, who is a scout for Colonel Clapham at Fort Augusta. He has overtaken us on his way to Hunter's Fort with dispatches from Col. Clapham, and has asked if he could be of help in my quest. I am pleased to employ him in this manner, and he would take no pay, Malcolm. He told me my happiness would be pay enough for him! I have left Fort Augusta with young Timothy and we are now nearing Fort Halifax. We decided to stay to the east bank of the Susquehanna on the Shamokin Road until we reach Harris's and take the ferry across to the west bank. We passed McKee's without incident, and then stopped at Welsh's and Shippen's cabins, where we rested and took refreshment. There is less chance of interference from hostiles on this side, and I am desirous of arriving there as soon as possible. Malcolm, our plan is to cross at Harris's, and stay to the the road straight to Carlisle. Please ask Captain Croy to inform the patrols and sentinels that we will be coming through in a hurry and not to detain us. Malcolm, we encountered a Mr. Dill at Welsh's cabin who was telling another traveller about a hunchback with two lovely lasses he had seen and I asked him for more information,and he gave me a detailed description of the man. I asked if he had a large burn scar from wrist to elbow on his left arm, to which he replied that he could not tell due to the "creature," as he called him, wearing long sleeves to the wrists. My blood heated up considerably at the word "creature," and I fought to keep my hand from my scalping knife. I clenched my jaw so tightly, it pained me when we left his company and I finally relaxed my bite. I kinna allow that to occur again, Malcolm. I must remember that Quasi is a terrible sight, and not all people will love him as I do. I guess revulsion is only natural.....I earnestly hope the 77th has not left yet, and I will be able to see you and Cousin Davey Gunn. I am quite anxious to hear, from your own lips, the account of your meeting and talking to Quasi, my father. I am still in awe that he is here! I am even more in awe that he still has the attraction to the lassies that he has, what with his hunchback, rotted teeth, dirty shirt, and stringy blonde hair hanging around his shoulders. He is amazing!
Young Timothy has, so far, proven to be an excellent travelling companion. He sees to camp duties without having to be told...has that ability of sensing what needs to be done and then does it without having to be being told. He has begun to acquire some of the skills necessary for survival, fire making is one at which he excels. He is keen at observation, and has begun to read track very well. He cut a fresh deer track when we were hunting for Augusta recently, and followed it until we came upon the deer which he quickly dispatched with a well-placed shot in the head. I asked him why he aimed for the head and not the heart, which presented a larger target, and he replied, "Ruins no meat and if I miss, it's a clean miss. Don't like to deal with a gut-shot animal." heehee! Couldn't have said it better me own self! He got a fine pair of mocs in a trade with old Indian Mary, remember her? Gloria had embroidered a handkerchief which Mary took a shine to and Gloria traded it to her for the mocs.
We are rested now, and it is time to be on the move once agin. Barring incident we will arrive at Carlisle in a day or two...
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