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SgtMunro
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“Too Close To Home” (Part Two) By Sgt. Munro
Evitts Mountain Foothills, Pennsylvania Colony
25 March 1764 / 0225 Hours
With the aid of an almost full moon, and clear night, Captain Schloss and the soldiers continued in their search. There was a gentle breeze coming from the northwest, and carried upon it was… “Wood-smoke”, Captain Schloss thought to himself. Private MacDonald the Elder must have thought so to, since he had stopped at the same moment the Captain had.
Motioning with his white handkerchief, Captain Schloss quietly gathered the Pennsylvanians and Highlanders. Once all of the men were near, Captain Schloss quietly said, “They are close, I know it.”
“I agree, sir.” Private MacDonald the Elder added.
Sergeant Munro then asked, “What are our orders, Captain.”
Captain Schloss replied, “Corporal Dammer shall scout ahead, approximately 400 yards or so, if he finds sign he will double back and alert us.”
“With all due respect, sir” Sergeant Munro started, “Might I suggest that Privates MacDonald the Elder and Younger accompany your Corporal Dammer. It would add two more pairs of experienced eyes, and it would be safer for all concerned.”
Captain Schloss had noticed how stealthy the Clan MacDonald had been the preceding seven hours, thinking for a moment, he answered, “That is good advice, Sergeant Munro, and I shall implement it as suggested.”
With that, Corporal Dammer, along with Privates MacDonald the Elder and Younger, moved ahead of the rest of the soldiers. Unfastening their great kilts from their left shoulder, both MacDonalds wrapped the upper part of that garment over their red regimental coats. The dark Government Sett colored plaid made them as invisible as Corporal Dammer, in his dark green regimental coat and buckskin knee breeches.
…An hour later, at the Mingo camp:
Thomusqwes, war captain of this party, awoke to answer the call of nature. He walked from the fire-pit, and looked for a convenient tree. Still half asleep, he started loosening his breechclout when an arm encircled his neck and jerked his body backward.
The intruder then whispered in his ear, “Taakoo woolasee lenew maanuncaksee. Cepechhaw tapaykay!” (You are no good man, I am angry. You are foolish this night!)
The mysterious visitor then shoved Thomusqwes forward, causing him to tumble and loose his tomahawk. Turning to face his opponent, Thomusqwes noticed how the moonlight reflected in the cold blue eyes starring back at him. Before he could raise the alarm, he heard gunfire and could see muzzle-flashes coming from his camp.
“Your friends are dead, Muskrat!” The man said, using Thomusqwes’ English name.
Recognizing his attacker, Thomusqwes cried, “Mosakee Amomoh!”
“It is I, and the man you killed today was a ‘brother’ of mine!” Captain Schloss replied. Then, using his hunting sword, Captain Schloss scooped up Thomusqwes’ tomahawk and threw it into the tree next to him. “Take it, ochqwe! I will allow you to die like a man, if you choose!”
Thomusqwes decided against it, for the warrior skills of ‘The Guardian of the Susquehanna’ were legendary, and no man has ever survived a fight against him. Crawling quickly into the underbrush, he rose to his feet at a run. “Coward”, Thomusqwes thought to himself as he ran into the night, “But a coward that will live to fight another day.”
Returning to the Mingo camp, Captain Schloss noticed his men gathering the four remaining Mingo bodies. Motioning for Corporal Dammer, he whispered something in his ear, and the Corporal signaled for two other Pennsylvanians to follow him into the woods.
Sergeant Munro walked over to Captain Schloss, saluted and said, “Sir, no friendly casualties to report, and the area is secure.”
Returning the Sergeant’s salute, Schloss replied, “Very good, Herr Sergeant. Now, see to your men and secure the perimeter. My Pennsylvanians still have some work
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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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Too Close To Home (Part-2) - 25 March 1764
