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[quote][i]Originally posted by Sjt. Malcolm MacWilliam[/i]
[br]Several days after that particular evening in 1747 when Malcolm and Davey had met in the wee stone hut in the northern wilds of Scotland, Malcolm found his way back to the British Highland Regiment with whom he had been recruited.  It is to be remembered that he was with this regiment because of his grandfather William MacWilliam, who served the King’s own son: William,  Duke of Cumberland.  Grandfather MacWilliam had reasoned with his grandson and found him a place in this regiment with some of the other former Jacobite soldiers.  For, if they took the oath and joined up, their lives were spared, and they could wear the kilt and march to the pipes.  So, pragmatic as he was, Malcolm had decided for the red coat.
	Malcolm had asked for leave, as he had put it, “ta see me aged Uncle Angus”.  He had indeed seen his Uncle when he had met with his brother Davey Gunn in the wee hut, Davey also being outlawed but being searched for as “Davey MacWilliam”.  So, Malcolm did not have to sneak back into the barracks of his  Regiment, which was located in one of the old castles where his Regiment could patrol easily the surrounding countryside, searching for any leftover Jacobites and rebellious persons.  As Malcolm came through the gate, he recognized the private on guard duty. “Evening,  Ocious Campbell,” stated Malcolm.  “I am returning from leave.” 
	“Ahh, ‘tis you, Pvt. MacWilliam.  The sarjent, me brother Lucious Campbell, wishes to speak with you.  Report to him in his quarters at once. And make it fast, ye bloody Jacobite misfit....ye damn.......”  Malcolm interrupted this private with a growl.
	“Careful what ye say, Campbell, or ye will find yer head bobbin’ in the loch and who knows if it will be attached to anything!”
	The young Campbell’s mouth dropped open and before he could retort, Malcolm had turned on his heels and headed for the Sarjent’s quarters.  The guard at the door , Cpl. Campbell, greeted Malcolm with a leer. “Jacobite dog!  My brother Sjt. Campbell is looking for you.”  
	Gawd,  thought Malcolm. These Campbells be everywhere!  He greeted the corporal respectfully, but with an edge to his voice.  “Aye, Cpl. Campbell.  I am going in to see the.....ahem....good Sarjent now.  Thankee for your concern.”
	He knocked at the door and a voice bade him to enter.  He stood looking down at the next Campbell he was to deal with.
	“Pvt. MacWilliam. You have returned from your leave!  Let us see here....(as he rifled through some papers)...  Ahhh, yes, to see your aged Uncle Angus.  Did you see this Uncle?  And tell me something else. Did you happen to see that outlaw, your brother Davey MacWilliam?  And remember, Lad, if I catch you in a lie, I’ll have yer tongue cut out!”
	Now Malcolm would have had no problem lying to this Campbell.  But, he knew he could play the game, for he HAD seen his Uncle Angus and he did NOT see Davey MacWilliam, but instead he had seen Davey GUNN!
	“Aye, Sargent!  I saw me Uncle and he could hardly speak a word.  The poor man was in this terribly wee stone hut with the rain pouring in the roof and he mostly just grunted a few words in that heathen Gaelic.  And as for my brother....I did NOT see Davey MacWilliam and certainly hope I never see a man by that name ever again!”
	Sjt. Campbell looked the grinning Malcolm up and down.  At that point another man entered the quarters.  “Lucious”, he stated.  “Is this the private who you told me about?”
	“Aye, Uncle Fatuous”! Sjt. Campbell  spoke to Malcolm.  “Private, this is Captain Campbell.  You know him, correct?”
	“Aye, Sarjent.  Good evening, Captain.”
	Capt. Campbell glared at Malcolm.  “So, you have been to the north to see your aged Uncle?  The good Sarjent and I do not believe you.  Maybe we can wrangle the truth from you.  Boil you in water and make soup out of you.  That’s what we should do!” At that moment another man entered the room.  Malcolm rolled his eyes.  It was Lieut. Campbell!
	Captain Campbell spoke.  “Ahh, cousin Sapious 
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Sjt. Malcolm MacWilliam	Posted - November 15 2002 : 3:08:03 PM Several days after that particular evening in 1747 when Malcolm and Davey had met in the wee stone hut in the northern wilds of Scotland, Malcolm found his way back to the British Highland Regiment with whom he had been recruited. It is to be remembered that he was with this regiment because of his grandfather William MacWilliam, who served the King’s own son: William, Duke of Cumberland. Grandfather MacWilliam had reasoned with his grandson and found him a place in this regiment with some of the other former Jacobite soldiers. For, if they took the oath and joined up, their lives were spared, and they could wear the kilt and march to the pipes. So, pragmatic as he was, Malcolm had decided for the red coat. Malcolm had asked for leave, as he had put it, “ta see me aged Uncle Angus”. He had indeed seen his Uncle when he had met with his brother Davey Gunn in the wee hut, Davey also being outlawed but being searched for as “Davey MacWilliam”. So, Malcolm did not have to sneak back into the barracks of his Regiment, which was located in one of the old castles where his Regiment could patrol easily the surrounding countryside, searching for any leftover Jacobites and rebellious persons. As Malcolm came through the gate, he recognized the private on guard duty. “Evening, Ocious Campbell,” stated Malcolm. “I am returning from leave.” “Ahh, ‘tis you, Pvt. MacWilliam. The sarjent, me brother Lucious Campbell, wishes to speak with you. Report to him in his quarters at once. And make it fast, ye bloody Jacobite misfit....ye damn.......” Malcolm interrupted this private with a growl. “Careful what ye say, Campbell, or ye will find yer head bobbin’ in the loch and who knows if it will be attached to anything!” The young Campbell’s mouth dropped open and before he could retort, Malcolm had turned on his heels and headed for the Sarjent’s quarters. The guard at the door , Cpl. Campbell, greeted Malcolm with a leer. “Jacobite dog! My brother Sjt. Campbell is looking for you.” Gawd, thought Malcolm. These Campbells be everywhere! He greeted the corporal respectfully, but with an edge to his voice. “Aye, Cpl. Campbell. I am going in to see the.....ahem....good Sarjent now. Thankee for your concern.” He knocked at the door and a voice bade him to enter. He stood looking down at the next Campbell he was to deal with. “Pvt. MacWilliam. You have returned from your leave! Let us see here....(as he rifled through some papers)... Ahhh, yes, to see your aged Uncle Angus. Did you see this Uncle? And tell me something else. Did you happen to see that outlaw, your brother Davey MacWilliam? And remember, Lad, if I catch you in a lie, I’ll have yer tongue cut out!” Now Malcolm would have had no problem lying to this Campbell. But, he knew he could play the game, for he HAD seen his Uncle Angus and he did NOT see Davey MacWilliam, but instead he had seen Davey GUNN! “Aye, Sargent! I saw me Uncle and he could hardly speak a word. The poor man was in this terribly wee stone hut with the rain pouring in the roof and he mostly just grunted a few words in that heathen Gaelic. And as for my brother....I did NOT see Davey MacWilliam and certainly hope I never see a man by that name ever again!” Sjt. Campbell looked the grinning Malcolm up and down. At that point another man entered the quarters. “Lucious”, he stated. “Is this the private who you told me about?” “Aye, Uncle Fatuous”! Sjt. Campbell spoke to Malcolm. “Private, this is Captain Campbell. You know him, correct?” “Aye, Sarjent. Good evening, Captain.” Capt. Campbell glared at Malcolm. “So, you have been to the north to see your aged Uncle? The good Sarjent and I do not believe you. Maybe we can wrangle the truth from you. Boil you in water and make soup out of you. That’s what we should do!” At that moment another man entered the room. Malcolm rolled his eyes. It was Lieut. Campbell! Captain Campbell spoke. “Ahh, cousin Sapious
25 L A T E S T R E P L I E S (Newest First)
Three Tales	Posted - November 27 2002 : 8:51:28 PM Seamus...who said he was wearin' knee britches....he coulda' been carryin' 'em........anyways...i thought maybe he mighta' dropped something without noticin' it was lost.....and somebody accidental like, kicked it inta the fire. But then it's all unnecessary at this point. We all know it wasn't nothin' Quasi dropped. But then again....where did you get the roast you fixed that day?? Huh?? Are you sure it was a roast?? Huh?? Sure wish i was goin' ta the St. Andrews Day dance Saturday night!! I even have a date i could take. But then i guess Flags and Seamus won't be there either....so i'd be outa place. I sorta like to do my drinkin' at home with Two Bottle anyway. She's a lot more fun than a bunch of professional soldiers any day.....or night!!
Drummer Edward Armstrong	Posted - November 27 2002 : 6:23:42 PM Sounds good to me Flags! I'll start studying for the "Scotch Test"! I'll bring my clay pipe so maybe you,I and Malcolm can find a nice spot somewhere to partake of the amber water 'o' life and some tobacco. Ahhhh, I welcome you Saturday with open arms! Until Saturday! Slainte'
Seamus	Posted - November 27 2002 : 06:43:37 AM Tales!! You know darned well that Quasi does not wear knee britches......
Many Flags	Posted - November 27 2002 : 06:43:08 AM Uhhh, Drummer Armstrong, Malcolm has asked that I answer you. You see, he is celebrating St. Andrew's a wee bit early and is in his cups already this morning'. He mumbled something about the story of the Blue RC being "top shelf"...aye, right next to the bottle of Glen Morangie! He looks forward to spending the evening with you at Bedford on St. Andrew's Day.....said something about taste testing the bottles of Scotch before they are served to the Lads!! Take care....Pax Aye! Many Flags
Davey Gunn	Posted - November 26 2002 : 10:24:08 PM Now that you all mention it...i do remember the aroma of roasted beef on the spit that day. As i said before....i was keeping myself well hid in my tent due to my maladies, and i should be ashamed for letting Seamus take on all those visitors and news people. But i now remeber the roast. So....i guess it was neither chicken...nor possum...or even a part of the evil Magua's anatomy. So...Theresa....i guess you're safe. No more mystery meat.
Three Tales	Posted - November 26 2002 : 10:15:00 PM i'm glad Seamus cleared that up....and yes....i do remember a succulent roast that was prepared while the rest of us trekked the falls trail that day. I was afraid it would be revealed that the meat in question was dropped out of Quasi's knee britches the night before, and got into the fire by accident. I have heard that almost anything...if prepared in such a manner....can taste like chicken. Strange that. We are all waiting for the next installment of the Sarjent's tail.....i mean tale (i, more than others should not make that mistake!). I understand it will be a good one. I have inside information you know.
Drummer Edward Armstrong	Posted - November 26 2002 : 6:46:03 PM OOOOOOOOOOoooooooooOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooo.......How spooky?.......I can't wait to read Malcolm's next entry! I hear it's TOP SHELF stuff!........ Psst. " How did I do Malcolm? Do you think I sold it? Oh oh this wasn't to show up on the message board.....Sorry Malc!
Many Flags	Posted - November 26 2002 : 5:34:30 PM Well, dear friends and cuzzins, I am glad we cleared that up, although I still think it was part of Magua's body, if not his arm, then something else!! Yukkkkk!! Anyway, I just heard a most interesting Tale from Malcolm and he is planning on posting it in the near future..... about the Mysterious Blue "RC", a Tale of spirits, of the Scottish Fae, the fairy folk, and their haunting of the castle where quarters were kept when he was a young lad in the Highland Regiment. Pax Aye!! Many Flags
Theresa	Posted - November 26 2002 : 5:19:46 PM quote: Originally posted by Seamus Well, now, friends and relations..........I believe I can clear this up and identify the flesh we all gnawed on at the Gathering, since I am the one who prepared it....not Tales, Flags, Davey, or Malcolm nor the Colonel. It was I!!! I stayed in camp that day to watch over things while the boys went on the big hike, and good thing I did, too, as the news folks down there said there was to be a "reenactment" there at the motel, and I entertained over 100 visitors that day! Anyway....the meat in question was a succulent roast of beef,top round, if I recall, rubbed with a personal secret rub (garlic, coarse ground pepper, certain herbs, and not a little 'amber liquid') I use, then spitted or hung and roasted slowly.........v-e-r-y slowly. (I have to stop this! I am drooling all over my shirt again. Ye gads! Ye'd think I was Quasi, wouldn't ye??) Ah, Seamus, your recollection brings back some fond memories...a warm fire, good friends, tasty whatever, and a great coat. I also remember you telling us about the locals coming by expecting a reenactment . And about that possum...we got plenty of those here in my neck of the woods and it weren't no possum of which we partook.
Seamus	Posted - November 26 2002 : 2:23:05 PM Well, now, friends and relations..........I believe I can clear this up and identify the flesh we all gnawed on at the Gathering, since I am the one who prepared it....not Tales, Flags, Davey, or Malcolm nor the Colonel. It was I!!! I stayed in camp that day to watch over things while the boys went on the big hike, and good thing I did, too, as the news folks down there said there was to be a "reenactment" there at the motel, and I entertained over 100 visitors that day! Anyway....the meat in question was a succulent roast of beef,top round, if I recall, rubbed with a personal secret rub (garlic, coarse ground pepper, certain herbs, and not a little 'amber liquid') I use, then spitted or hung and roasted slowly.........v-e-r-y slowly. (I have to stop this! I am drooling all over my shirt again. Ye gads! Ye'd think I was Quasi, wouldn't ye??)
Sjt. Malcolm MacWilliam	Posted - November 26 2002 : 1:53:50 PM I remember Flags throwing something in the back of the truck, laughing and saying something about "It's Magua's hairy arm, let's roast it!!Hee, hee!", but it WAS dark and I don't remember what it really was. Actually, now since I think back, I think it tasted like chicken. Of course, doesn't everything (except for Campbell's Soup!!) Pax Aye! Sjt. Malcolm
Davey Gunn	Posted - November 26 2002 : 09:36:32 AM I wish i could help here....but i was confined to my tent most of the time in Chimney Rock. I had a relapse of the heat exhaustion i first contracted while fighting the natives of the islands off the Carolina coast. I missed most of the Gathering.....but have some wonderful memories from Three Tales' stories of the event. I can't help on the "mystery meat" question.....first time i've heard of it.
Three Tales	Posted - November 26 2002 : 09:26:18 AM nope....hadn't discovered the brisket at that time...so it wasn't that. I do remember a possum we hit on the road coming back from Hendersonville after seeing the movie.....i'm not sure where that went. I remember Flags stopping, and throwing it in the back of the truck. He mentioned something about "it will come in handy later". Encampments are strange that way....after dark, it's hard to tell what's on the fire!! I hope you enjoyed it. Did it seem well done? The critter we hit was pretty young....so it should have been tender. I do remember discussing the fact that we had no turnips to go with him.
Theresa	Posted - November 25 2002 : 10:30:26 PM Three Tales, I believe it was some kind of roast. So, it was probably the the brisket of which you speak.
Three Tales	Posted - November 25 2002 : 10:11:07 PM Seein's that i'm the one what "cooked the wood" at Berks County...it's my place to 'fes up to what it was. Twas none other than Sadlers Smokehouse pit cooked Bar-B-Qued Beef Brisket!!! Suspended over a hardwood open fire, on a black iron spit, and tended by none other than yours truly!!! My arms are gettin' tired from pattin' myself on the back on this one. But...i must say.... discoverin' the right stuff to suspend over the fire isn't as easy as one might suspect. It's done purely by accident. And...Theresa.... i'm not sure what you may have had around the fire saturday night at the 2001 Gathering....could have been damn near anything. Does Many Flags or Malcolm have any idea????
Gadget Girl	Posted - November 25 2002 : 08:51:38 AM Oh Davey, I'll be keepin' on eye out for those "pieces of wood" in the future...to be sure!!! After we realized they were actually GREAT BIG chunks of meat - talk about mouths watering!!! GG
Theresa	Posted - November 24 2002 : 11:18:32 PM Davy, I don't recall eating any of your squirrel pot pie at Chimney Rock but I did sample something else of the meaty persuasion. Do you remember what that might have been? It was the last night of the camp. M-M-Good!
Davey Gunn	Posted - November 24 2002 : 10:25:37 PM I wonder what imaginative recipes "Dear Martha" has for little bunny Foo Foo!! I know there's even an entry in her cook book for "Gathering Squirrel Pot Pie". That's what we used when we prepared it at Chimney Rock. Black iron dutch oven version. I must admit though...."the pieces of wood" Gadget Girl mentioned that Three Tales was removing from the fire in Berks County was tastier than Squirrel pot pie......and Martha had nothing to do with that. Good times....good food....and most of all...good friends!
Drummer Edward Armstrong	Posted - November 24 2002 : 10:23:43 PM Come on Flags! Have you ever seen how many different types of soup Campbells have?! And yet, they still sport the same package!! Whoa! How profound was that??
Many Flags	Posted - November 24 2002 : 3:53:06 PM This topic, "Campbells' Soup", has sure spurred a lot of discussion on food!! Martha Stewart (Scottish??) would sure be proud!! Pax aye! Many Flags
Drummer Edward Armstrong	Posted - November 24 2002 : 2:46:19 PM Bunny Foo Foo?! That's nothing, try explaining Haggis!!! The look on their little faces.........Priceless!
Theresa	Posted - November 22 2002 : 07:25:57 AM quote: Originally posted by richfed ... or, squirrel! [Ah, the fond memory of squirrel stew served up by one Davey Gunn at the Gathering 2001 Pot Luck Dinner! Yummie!] Yes, I've had that, too. I remember as a little girl being at my grandmother's all day while my daddy, Pappy, and all my uncles were hunting and would come in at the end of the day with their game. I've eaten wild rabbit, squirrel, deer, turkey, quail, and dove. Now the rabbits that Mrs. Williams prepared were domestic and they were delicious. 'Course it was kinda hard to explain to our children that that was Little Bunny FooFoo on their plates.
richfed	Posted - November 22 2002 : 06:13:10 AM ... or, squirrel! [Ah, the fond memory of squirrel stew served up by one Davey Gunn at the Gathering 2001 Pot Luck Dinner! Yummie!]
Theresa	Posted - November 21 2002 : 11:34:09 PM Davey, My mother-in-law could fry up a mean bunny....grew 'em herself. Tastes like chicken!
Davey Gunn	Posted - November 21 2002 : 9:43:32 PM As they say....."if i would've had one i would've washed and cooked 'im." Soggy bacon, floating eggs, and washed and cooked bunny!! Mmmm..Mmmmm..gooodd. Almost sounds better than biscuits and gravy....but not!!

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