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SgtMunro
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“Over The Hills And Far Away…” By Sgt. Munro
Loyalsock Creek, Pennsylvania Colony
25 February 1764 / 0340 Hours
The Seneca Warrior shuddered a bit as he adjusted his blanket. Well fed on the plundered food from several homesteads, he was happy for the lack of casualties to this war party. Theirs was the first party out of Genesee Village, and theirs will be the first to return. Taking mental inventory of the items plundered from the Upper Susquehanna Farmers, he was also pleased with the results.
Looking over at the four sleeping captives, he knew that the village would welcome them as either replacement for lost relatives, or as sacrifices to their memory. The two small children, as well as the adolescent girl would probably be adopted. As to the fate of the thirty-year-old man, that was another matter. The Seneca people had suffered greatly, and the people of the Genesee Seneca more so than others, the village families would vent their anger upon him.
Now, with a full belly and warm near the glowing embers of the fire, the warrior started to doze off and dream of his wife at home. His slumber was interrupted by the thunder of musketry, and his eyes opened to see a ring of fire coming from the woods surrounding him and his party. Before he could shout an alarm, a bullet shattered his teeth and exited the rear of his head.
“For God and Pennsylvania!” Captain Schloss shouted, as he drew his silver hilted hunting sword. On that command, the green-coated soldiers erupted from the surrounding woods with fixed bayonets.
Captain Schloss, and the men of Burd’s Own Company, attacked the Seneca War Party with the ferocity of avenging angels. Within a few minutes of vicious melee, all but one of the remaining war party were killed. Privates Schmidt and Vogler secured the young Seneca’s hands with rope, under the watchful eye of their corporal.
Corporal Dammer was wiping off his bayonet when Captain Schloss approached and said, “Gutes Arbeit Obergefreites, jetzt geben seine Hände frei und haben Ihre Männer sichern den Umkreis.” (Translation: “Good work Corporal, now release his hands and have your men secure the perimeter”)
“Ja geehrter Herr, mein Kapitän.” With that, Corporal Dammer ordered the two privates to release the warrior, and join their messmates in securing the surrounding area.
Captain Schloss then placed the blade of his blood-stained hunting sword against the warrior’s neck, and switching from German to the Mohawk Dialect of Iroquois, said, “I am the white war chief called Mosakee Amomoh (Translation: Always Awake), and I am the Guardian of the Susquehanna.” Then with his free hand, Captain Schloss made a sweeping gesture toward the captives while saying, “These are my people, and I shall always protect them. You will go and tell your Chief Keneghtaugh that if he continues to harm the people of the Susquehanna, the road between our two houses shall be littered with the dead bodies of his young men.”
Watching the young Seneca run off, Captain Schloss then turned his attention to the captives. Surgeon’s Mate Reinhardt had just finished providing them with blankets and a brief examination. Captain Schloss noticed that the one child, a girl of seven years, matched the description of Frau Oberst’s daughter. He then removed his tricorn hat and knelt on one knee, “Frauline Oberst?”
The little girl was suffering from her brief captivity, and she barely nodded while still staring ahead. Captain Schloss gave a fatherly grin and said, “Frauline Oberst, your mother is very worried about you, and she sent me to bring you home.”
The little girl looked at the captain and asked, “Mama… she is waiting for me?”
“Yes, she is at Fort Augusta.” Captain Schloss replied.
The young girl hugged Captain Schloss, while crying tears of joy on his shoulder. Patting her head, Captain Schloss said, “Come Anna, this nightmare is over, let us take you hom
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Serjeant-Major Duncan Munro
Capt. Thos. Graham's Coy.
42nd Royal Highland Regiment of Foote
(The Black Sheep of the Black Watch)
"Nemo Me Impune Lacessit"
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Over The Hills And Far Away... - 25 February 1764
