Posted by Many Flags on April 14, 2000 at 19:50:21:
I must relay to you some interesting information, but first I must tell you of our arrival at Fort Morris. Three Tales and wife Two Bottle have certainly made scarce of themselves. I see brother Tales very little for the last few days, spending more time with Sign Talker and our cousins MacWilliam and Gunn. But Talker is usually not good company, spending most of his time bartering and trading and when he does have something to say, he signs to me! My fingers and hands are tired from the "sign talk" so I decided to seek out other company.
You understand, Seamus, that I pine for my Magdelena. I talked with Calsious Shattoe, the packman who brought in Two Bottle. He was so close to the Parson Gutshall's home that I asked why he did not seek out meine Liebe, meine Magdelena. It seems that Shattoe and Two Bottle did travel by that way on their travels back here to Fort Morris, but Magdelena was nursing a sick freund and would not leave her. It seems this freund, eine Frau of her vater's congregation, has been nigh to death and Magdelena, although wanting to travel with Shattoe and Mistress Bottle to Morris to be with me, and even given leave to do so by Parson Gutshall, her father, she would not leave her friend. So, I pine and I worry and I drink too much and I have gotten into several brawls.
For the last few days I have spent time with the grenadiers of the 60th, there being some German immigrants among them, so I could speak my father's language of German. This morning we were sharing memories of the meals our Mutter's made for us as Kinder...Schnitz und Knepp, Sauerkraut mit Wurst, when several Irishmen from another regiment walked up and called us "dutchies". My temper is already very short and I reached out and struck the Irishmen's heads together, smashing their noses and doing some damage. I am not Dutchy! I am Deutsch, my father's native word for German. It was lucky for me that cousins Malcolm and Davey were walking by, for they calmed down the Irishmen and several of their comrades who had run up to join in the brawl.
And now I must tell you of my dream, or maybe it was not a dream. Last night, I dreamt of Uncle Angus. I felt as if I awoke and as I gazed across the parade ground here at Fort Morris, since I was sleeping on the ground rolled in my blanket, a face peered down at me and it was, as sure as my rifle is true, it was Uncle Angus. He had a sheep on either side of him and he whispered to me, "Nephew Flags, I protect you and all my kin. I bring you greetings from my brother Quasi. He has reunited with his son Seamus and all is well."
I reached out to touch dear Uncle Angus when he disappeared into the night. I quickly arose and dashed to the gate where I last saw him. But he was gone. I asked the sentries, who happened to be two young lads of the 77th, Christian Morrison and wee John MacKay, "Have you seen a tall man with a sheep under each arm, dressed in kilt and bonnet." Ahh, the lads thought me drunk again, since it has been my lot to be so the last few days as I pine for Magdelena.
So, there you have it, Cousin Seamus. Could this have been an apparition or was I really visited by Uncle Angus? I do believe he protects us and I will always remember his rescue of yourself from that fiend Ranck.
I have decided to have a bit of rum this evening with Malcolm and Davey. We have heard rumours that their 1st Sgt., Silas Campbell, has orders to move us out to Loudoun within a day or so. Now, I must drown my sorrows. I have not seen my brother Three Tales all day. I am sure he is enjoying pleasure with wife Two Bottle.
Pax Aye, my cousin. Hasten to Loudoun and bring Uncle Quasi with you. We must not forget our mission to Fort Frederick to aid our friends the Patuxents and my nephew, Half Breed.
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