Home soon...and something to ponder

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: Camp near the Loyalhanna
: September ye 30th, 1758

: My dearest Nancy,

: It is evening here, and the peace and quiet of this spot we have chosen for our camp belies the terrible struggle going on for this land. There are some who think that Flags, Tales and I are foolish for setting our camp outside of the enclosure, but, with all the commotion and constant confusion wrought by the military, we would only be in their way. Therefore, we have sought out this place...a glade which offers some protection for us from spying eyes of Indians who might be skulking around, and yet is away from the noise and activity of the fort. It also allows us to have good visibility to be able to see anyone approaching before we are seen, and a choice of escape routes should that be necessary.

: The French have not followed up on their initial advantage, as one would have expected them to do. From all we have heard, they took great pains to capture prisoners rather than kill, and that most of the dead were the result of the Indians’ zeal. We have heard, too, that the French, who have full knowledge of the situation here at Loyalhanna...that only a part of the army has arrived ...are determined to attack here before the full army can come up. However, the Indians are disaffected. They are tired of the French and are anxious to get home to their families, having been gone from them for quite a long time. After all, they are men like us, and are quite capable of loving and caring, and being loved in return, and missing those that they do love, just as we do. The influence of Frederick Post, a man in whom the Savages have the utmost confidence, and who is among them at this time as agent for the Province, has been quite successful in alienating them from the French! It remains to be seen just what this will do in the whole scheme of things.

: And whilst I speak of the Indians wanting to go home to their loved ones, I, too, am quite anxious to return home. I miss you more than I can properly say, my darling. I lie awake at night thinking of you. Your image fills my mind’s eye and my heart longs to hold you close, smell your intoxicating odor, and feel your softness pressed against me. I pray that God will keep me safe during this conflict, and allow me to return to you very soon. 

: Nancy, when I do get home, you and I have a very important decision to make, one that is not to be taken lightly, and will of necessity, cause and require me to adopt a totally different lifestyle. I am growing very tired of the dangers of the wilderness, and have escaped too many times to keep counting on it. One of these times, my luck is apt to run out. I have given much thought to this, and I have come to the conclusion that I must change my ways. 

: I have never loved anyone as I love you, Nancy, and I want to spend the rest of my days...however many or few they are...with you. I want you to be happy, too, and not constantly worried over my safety, or whether you will ever see me again...and for causing you that stress, I am truly sorry, my love. I want to have sons, or daughters, to carry on where I will leave off someday. 

: There is only one way for all this to happen...

: My dearest, if you will have me, will you be my wife? I want you to think on this, and when I return in a few weeks we will make our decision. 

: I am tired now, and must try to sleep awhile before it is my turn to relieve Many Flags and guard our camp.

: All my love,

: Seamus



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