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[quote][i]Originally posted by SgtMunro[/i]
[br][b]“My Brother’s Keeper”   By Sgt. Munro

Bushy Run Station, The Ohio Country

22 April 1764  / 1915 Hours[/b]

With a brace of freshly cooked rabbit to augment the bland Munition Bread, thanks to Corporal MacIntyre’s skill with a sling & stone, both he and Sergeant Munro settled in for a quiet evening at the cantonment area.  Ian retrieved his flask from his haversack and offered it to his sergeant.  Taking a sip from the offered bottle, Duncan then asked, “Bushmill’s?”

“Aye Duncan, ‘tis the sweet nectar of Erin since 1608.”

“I haven’t had this since we left Ireland.”  Duncan then asked, “How did you get Irish Whiskey here in the Pennsylvania Backcountry…  Wait, I don’t know if I want the answer.”

Ian chuckled, and then said, “While we were at Fort Bedford, I ran across an old friend of my cousin.  He told me that my cousin had given it to him to give to me at Fort Pitt.  I thought that I would spare him the burden of carrying it the last one-hundred miles.”

“Very thoughtful of you, Ian.”  Duncan then added, “Who is your cousin in these parts?”

“Murdoch MacTear; fur trader, scout and soldier-of-fortune.”  Ian said, “The MacTear’s are a dependent sept of Clan MacIntyre, Murdoch is also my kin by blood, since his mother is my paternal aunt.”

“When was the last time you had seen your cousin, Ian?”

“We have been in irregular correspondence ever since our arrival to the colonies.”  Ian then added, “The last time we were together was near Albany in 1756.  Since that time Murdoch’s path has run parallel my own; he was at Quebec while we were at Crown Point.  During our campaign through the Windward Islands, Murdoch was part of the expedition against the Cherokee in the Carolinas.  The last word of him was from Fort Saint Joseph, during our relief expedition to Fort Pitt.  Something of a free-spirit; he would much rather engage in trade and create wealth, but if that is lacking, a good fight will suffice.”

“Were you two close, during your childhood?”

“Aye Duncan, we were.”  Ian then paused to light his pipe before continuing, “We even attended university together, and stood side-by-side at Culloden.  When I joined the army, he signed a seven-year indenture with the Hudson Bay Company and departed for the New World.  I didn’t see him again for almost ten years, and half a world away, from where we last met.”

Duncan then felt his hair on his arms stand up; he motioned for Ian to be quiet as he reached for his pistol.  Scanning the surrounding woods, he noticed a shape moving toward the fire.  Both men pretended that they did not notice this uninvited guest, until the man was close enough to engage.

Duncan quickly cocked and leveled his pistol as he challenged, “Halt in the name of The King!”

The man halted and raised his weapon over his head while saying, “Tchewaung Lenay!  Do not shoot, my brother!”

Recognizing his adopted Shawnee name, meaning [i]‘Hill-Man’[/i], Duncan replied, “Welethetowaco, is that you?”

The man walked slowly into the light, and said, “It is I, Brother, may I sit by your fire and smoke?”

Duncan leaped to his feet and grabbed Welethetowaco in a bear hug, lifting him off of the ground, “God!  It is good to see you, Brother!”

Welethetowaco laughed while Duncan hugged him, “Please Tchewaung Lenay, I’m a married man, and people might talk.”

Setting his brother down, Duncan said, “Please, sit down, have you eaten yet?  We don’t have much, but what we have is yours.”

“Thank you, I think I’ll take advantage of your hospitality.” Then Welethetowaco turned to Ian and grasped his hand, while saying, “Corporal Ian, I am glad to see that you were not killed during the battle here last year.”

“Aye, many have tried; English, French, Spaniards and Native peoples of several nations, but none have yet to succeed.  The men of Clan MacIntyre are built to last.”  Ian replied with a grin.

The three men sat down around the fire, and started to eat.  After their meal, Ia
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SgtMunro	Posted - October 03 2004 : 10:20:04 AM “My Brother’s Keeper” By Sgt. Munro Bushy Run Station, The Ohio Country 22 April 1764 / 1915 Hours With a brace of freshly cooked rabbit to augment the bland Munition Bread, thanks to Corporal MacIntyre’s skill with a sling & stone, both he and Sergeant Munro settled in for a quiet evening at the cantonment area. Ian retrieved his flask from his haversack and offered it to his sergeant. Taking a sip from the offered bottle, Duncan then asked, “Bushmill’s?” “Aye Duncan, ‘tis the sweet nectar of Erin since 1608.” “I haven’t had this since we left Ireland.” Duncan then asked, “How did you get Irish Whiskey here in the Pennsylvania Backcountry… Wait, I don’t know if I want the answer.” Ian chuckled, and then said, “While we were at Fort Bedford, I ran across an old friend of my cousin. He told me that my cousin had given it to him to give to me at Fort Pitt. I thought that I would spare him the burden of carrying it the last one-hundred miles.” “Very thoughtful of you, Ian.” Duncan then added, “Who is your cousin in these parts?” “Murdoch MacTear; fur trader, scout and soldier-of-fortune.” Ian said, “The MacTear’s are a dependent sept of Clan MacIntyre, Murdoch is also my kin by blood, since his mother is my paternal aunt.” “When was the last time you had seen your cousin, Ian?” “We have been in irregular correspondence ever since our arrival to the colonies.” Ian then added, “The last time we were together was near Albany in 1756. Since that time Murdoch’s path has run parallel my own; he was at Quebec while we were at Crown Point. During our campaign through the Windward Islands, Murdoch was part of the expedition against the Cherokee in the Carolinas. The last word of him was from Fort Saint Joseph, during our relief expedition to Fort Pitt. Something of a free-spirit; he would much rather engage in trade and create wealth, but if that is lacking, a good fight will suffice.” “Were you two close, during your childhood?” “Aye Duncan, we were.” Ian then paused to light his pipe before continuing, “We even attended university together, and stood side-by-side at Culloden. When I joined the army, he signed a seven-year indenture with the Hudson Bay Company and departed for the New World. I didn’t see him again for almost ten years, and half a world away, from where we last met.” Duncan then felt his hair on his arms stand up; he motioned for Ian to be quiet as he reached for his pistol. Scanning the surrounding woods, he noticed a shape moving toward the fire. Both men pretended that they did not notice this uninvited guest, until the man was close enough to engage. Duncan quickly cocked and leveled his pistol as he challenged, “Halt in the name of The King!” The man halted and raised his weapon over his head while saying, “Tchewaung Lenay! Do not shoot, my brother!” Recognizing his adopted Shawnee name, meaning ‘Hill-Man’, Duncan replied, “Welethetowaco, is that you?” The man walked slowly into the light, and said, “It is I, Brother, may I sit by your fire and smoke?” Duncan leaped to his feet and grabbed Welethetowaco in a bear hug, lifting him off of the ground, “God! It is good to see you, Brother!” Welethetowaco laughed while Duncan hugged him, “Please Tchewaung Lenay, I’m a married man, and people might talk.” Setting his brother down, Duncan said, “Please, sit down, have you eaten yet? We don’t have much, but what we have is yours.” “Thank you, I think I’ll take advantage of your hospitality.” Then Welethetowaco turned to Ian and grasped his hand, while saying, “Corporal Ian, I am glad to see that you were not killed during the battle here last year.” “Aye, many have tried; English, French, Spaniards and Native peoples of several nations, but none have yet to succeed. The men of Clan MacIntyre are built to last.” Ian replied with a grin. The three men sat down around the fire, and started to eat. After their meal, Ia
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SgtMunro	Posted - October 04 2004 : 09:10:29 AM quote: blueotter asks: but I hope you aren't referring to anyone specific in the 60th, though I know Gordon's Coy is not the only 60th reenacting group. 'Tis simply humor, based on the observations of Colonel Bouquet and some of his officers written within his published papers. In reality, I am far more kind than most of the historical descriptions given of poor behavior. If you want a good laugh, read about the flood of '63 at Fort Bedford... I swear that Captain Ourry was ready to pull his own hair out at times.
YoungNative	Posted - October 03 2004 : 11:15:56 PM HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ahem, Very enjoyable I hope to see you at ligonier uncle. -kitehi
blueotter	Posted - October 03 2004 : 6:33:46 PM Sgt - I had to laugh and laugh - but I hope you aren't referring to anyone specific in the 60th, though I know Gordon's Coy is not the only 60th reenacting group. Still, it cracked me up! Can't wait 'til the next installment. Rose
42ndOfficer	Posted - October 03 2004 : 6:10:35 PM Always enjoyable Sergeant.

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