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Wilderness Woman
Watcher of the Wood
USA
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 Posted - January 03 2008 : 06:47:48 AM
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| My apologies, Sir. I assumed, wrongly I see now, that the mysterious amber liquid was the Port that we regularly consume when the Regiment is together. That is what I meant. You have addicted me to the delightful flavor of Port, not Nyquil, which I never take. |
"It is more deeply stirring to my blood than any imaginings could possibly have been." |
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Seamus
Guardian of Heaven's Gate
USA
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May 19 2002
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Posted - January 03 2008 : 07:33:40 AM
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Port will work well for your malady, m'lady....and MUCH more palatable than Nyquil!
We did have copious quantities of Port this past weekend to help in washing down the Stilton which we also had.....with other sumptious treats which you will learn about in a few days.
God Save the King!! (How many times did I hear that last weekend!! T'is a wonderful Toast, it is!!!) |
Life's journey is not to
arrive at the grave safely
in a well preserved body,
but rather to skid in sideways,
totally worn out, shouting
'...holy sh*t ...what a ride!'
~~Mavis Leyrer, Seattle
Seamus
~~Aim small, hit the b*****d right between the eyes!~~ |
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Seamus
Guardian of Heaven's Gate
USA
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May 19 2002
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Posted - January 05 2008 : 9:46:58 PM
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A Long-anticipated Reunion--part III
December 30, 1773
After greeting the new arrivals and all the exchanging of pleasantries of seeing each other again after so long, including some well-meaning ’insults’ the men moved inside the cabin and Seamus pointed out where the guests would be sleeping….Capt. Campbell and MacDonald would have the two beds in the loft, Many Flags, at his own suggestion, would sleep on the floor on his blanket roll in front of the fire and keep it in wood all night, so Seamus would not have to get out of his jack-bed in the corner next to the table to do that.
Flags, Capt. Campbell and MacDonald slung their rifles above the door and window on the slit-branch hangers mounted there, hung their coats, hunting bags, horns and belly boxes on the pegs driven into the wall below their guns, and stowed their other gear, retrieving their clay pipes, tabac and several bottles containing some rather interesting-looking liquids from the several sacks and blanket rolls they carried, which they sat on the blue grain-painted trestle table Seamus had crafted many years ago when he and Nancy set up housekeeping. Pulling out chairs, the happy group of old soldiers and woodsmen sat down to rest and visit, began the long process of catching up on times long gone since they had all last been together. All, that is, except for MacDonald, the young soldier who had enlisted in the 77th just a few weeks before the nasty attack by the French and their Indian allies on the fort at Loyalhanna, 12 October 1758, but was not present there for the fight. He had arrived a few days afterwards and was engaged in helping to repair damage to the fort, caring for the wounded and went with the Army to the forks of the Ohio and DuQuesne to route the French, who had decided not to wait for the inevitable British assault, but chose, instead, to blow up their fort and retreat back up the Allegheny River and on into New France. It was a wise decision on their part.
Many, including some scouts, had been wounded in repulsing the attackers, some mortally and would take days and weeks to die, and many of the braw lads of the 77th were killed outright.
The 77th was mustered out in ‘63 after Bushy Run, where ol‘ Pontiac’s boys got their tail feathers singed. Singed, Hell….they was burnt clean off and their butts blistered! MacDonald had been in the old 77th, but was mustered out after Bushy Run and had reenlisted in the 42nd and has returned to knock around the colonies and rekindle some friendships, most notably with Many Flags and Seamus. Capt. Campbell…..he was a Lieutenant in the 77th when we left after Forbes‘ Campaign, severely wounded at Loyalhanna……and now, retired from the King‘s service, he and MacDonald have both come back to knock around a bit.....visiting places and people where and with whom they had served.
Coffee was poured for all as they sat around the table, snacking on cheese and bread and sausage which Seamus had gotten out while the lads were stowing their gear, and began reminiscing. All being experienced with firelocks and the inherent dangers therein, they all understood that while there was light enough to shoot at game ( man or beast), spirituous libation was not to be consumed. THAT was reserved for candlelight and darkness, when no one might be influenced by the nature of the drink to make an error of judgment which might cause injury or the death of another. They all knew full-well that alcohol and gunpowder do not mix. They would be content to wait until after the sun set to warm their innards with the Port, Madeira and fine Scotch whiskey they had brought.
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Pipes were loaded with fine tobacco…brought by young MacDonald, who now was a successful Tobacco Merchant in Alexandria, Virginia….…and lit, filling the air in the small cabin with a delicious aroma, which mingling with the woodsmoke odor from the firepl |
Life's journey is not to
arrive at the grave safely
in a well preserved body,
but rather to skid in sideways,
totally worn out, shouting
'...holy sh*t ...what a ride!'
~~Mavis Leyrer, Seattle
Seamus
~~Aim small, hit the b*****d right between the eyes!~~ |
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