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Sjt. Malcolm MacWilliam
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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

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Drummer Edward Armstrong
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Posted - November 17 2002 : 09:24:44 AM

As Malcolm headed for his tent he spies a figure standing in the center of the Military Street, this figure standing there, unapprovingly, with arms folded across his chest. Malcolm asks himself aloud "Armstrong"?....Aye! Tis me! Armstrong replies sternly! "Canna I leave your side but a month without your seeking out trouble?!" Malcolm smiles and responds " Ahh Drummer, how I've missed thee! But Armstrong retorts " So you say!" Takeing up with the General Officers now are we?"...."WHAT? Me? Ohhhh that....It isn't as it seems!" Malcolm replies with a chuckle! "Come Armstrong, let us find a warm fire as I have so much to tell as well ask you!" "Aye, my friend, and I too have much to tell you! "But first, do you think I'd come back from the colonies empty handed?" As Armstrong produces from his pack a small wooden box. Malcolm leans forward to take a better look at this gift, the box lid opens and from it the most pleasent aroma that Malcolm has ever beheld! "Pray tell me Armstrong, what be this heavenly scent?" "Tis tobacco cigars strait from the Virginias!" "Come Malcolm, let us find that fire you'd mentioned and catch up!"