Premonitions...this time very strong...

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: September ye 13th , 1758 
: Late in the evening

: Cpl. Malcolm MacWilliam
: 77th Highlanders, Montgomery’s
: Grenadier Company

: Cousin Malcolm,

: I send this dispatch to you by way of a Cherokee scout who is also delivering dispatches to General Forbes from Major Grant. I have instructed him to give it to no one other than you.

: Malcolm, I am afraid that Major Grant has placed the whole of his command in great jeopardy. He was instructed by Bouquet to reconnoiter the ground between Ligonier and DuQuesne, but not to approach too near the fort and not to attack it. However, we are in a position where we can see the fort, and since it appears that it is not garrisoned too strongly, the Major has determined he will attack tomorrow. He bases his decision on the fact that we have not seen many French or Indians on our march to this place. Many Flags, Three Tales and I have been imploring him to reconsider, but he will not. We told him that there are great numbers of the enemy in the fort, and that because it is so quiet does not mean they are not there. He has chided us, and has said that we should stop such talk or it will demoralize the troops. The fool has been ordering the musicians to play, so that the sound of pipes and drums will strike fear into the hearts of the enemy. Many of the Virginians with us are also concerned.

: I am in dread fear that this will be another Ticonderoga, but with more disastrous results. Malcolm, last night I could not sleep hardly at all, and when I did, I dreamt alternately of hideous spectres which appeared as skeletons dressed in kilts and bonnets, and they kept waving their bony hands at me and saying, “Come...come, Seamus, come with us..., “ and of Nancy, the dark-haired lass, who stood by a stream at the edge of a meadow, with the sunlight cascading over her, and saying, “Seamus...come home to me. I need you here...I love you.”  Oh, dear cousin, I am so afraid this time will be the last, and all because of a damned fool who is more concerned for his own glory than for his command. Flags and Tales have also expressed their concern for their safety, so you know what is in store. I have never felt this way before, and neither have they...it is too quiet, and the air hangs heavy with forboding. Everyone seems to feel it.

: However, no matter what happens, we will do our duty to the King the best we can, as we always have, and should I not come out of this, please be sure to tell Nancy that I love her and that my last thoughts were of her.

: Seamus


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