The REDBUD is Sighted!!!!

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Posted by Uncle Quasi and Uncle Angus on February 11, 2001 at 14:12:47:

11 February, 1759
On the Road To Allemangel

To my Son, Seamus,

Seamus, you will receive this letter from Sign Talker who we met on our travels two days ago. As you know, your Uncle Angus and myself have been traveling as of late. The sheep needed greener pastures, I needed female company, and Uncle Angus has been keeping watch on his nephews. We have been to Reastown and watched Malcolm and Davey from afar, to make sure they were safe.(I sneaked into the town tavern at night and met a soft and alluring "lady"...ahhhh). We are now traveling to Allemangel to meet with your cousins Flags and Tales, for we are fearful for their lives. But, what we saw last evening makes us more fearful for you and Nancy's lives, so heed this letter and Sign Talker's signs of danger, for we have seen this Redbud and his clumsiness makes him curious and evil.

Three nights ago we stopped at the Jacob Sechlers who live near Daniel Montgomery's farm along the north branch of the Susquehanna River. The Sechlers are kin to Flags and Tales through their father, our sister Maggie's husband, the German immigrant. The sheep gamboled in the open fields and although cold, the grassfeed was still edible for Angus's army of sheep. One day south of Sechlers we ran into Sign Talker and his wee horse, Bristlebrush. The horse's travois was laden heavy with goods and since it was toward dusk, we spent the evening together, camped beside a rock outcropping shielded from the cold, below us a flat area of the forest with clearings. About midnight we were awakened by chantings and ravings, drumming and dancing. We talked quietly among ourselves, Sign Talker the quietest of all with his gestures, and we peeked around the outcropping to the clearing below. We could see a figure, dancing around a blazing fire, so we crept close to watch.

Never have I seen such a strange and evil figure, my son. For there, dancing around the fire, completely naked but painted all in red, screaming and ranting, about 4 feet tall and weighing more than a tall, strong man, was a very fat Indian. The smell which reached us was terrible. He was speaking in a strange mix of Iroquois and Delaware, which Angus and I could not understand. But as he sang and danced, at times picking up a wee drum and thrumping it, I could tell from Sign Talker's face that all was understood by him. And, at times I could hear our own family name...MacWilliam...invoked by this short, fat, red stinking being. Another curious thing about him, as he danced, he would fall, slip, trip, drop his tomahawk which he was waving wildly. And several times he cut himself on his own knife which he carried in his other hand. It was a terrible, Satanic sight, for the blood from his own cuts mingled with the paint on his body to make this Indian redder and slimier than he already was. We began to creep back to our outcropping of rock, holding our noses from the smell, when I heard this being, in plain Language, shout out "REDBUD, REDBUD, Kill MacWilliams!!"

We hurried back to our shelter and quietly discussed a plan. Sign Talker confirmed brother Angus's and my fears. This was REDBUD and he also told us this obsese, slimy, bloody being was the brother of Red Leaf. Angus immediately called Mother Ewe to his side, whispered in her fleecy ear and we peered around the corner of the rock as the sheep took off ready to trounce this red devil. But, what should we see....nothing!! Yes, my son, this evil Redbud was gone. While we had talked of our plan, he had extinguished his fire and sneaked off into the night. As soon as daylight came up, we looked at Redbud's tracks and, oh woe is me, my Seamus! Redbud is headed north, your way and we feel that he may reach there before Sign Talker. If this message reaches you first, beware of the bloody Redbud and his stinking, clumsy ways. We do not believe that Sign Talker will run across this pudgy, smelly savage, for Bristlebrush goes in such strange directions, instead of a straight path. However, we do believe that Sign Talker may reach you first, for the stinking, rednaked Redbud slips, falls, trips as he moves and will take twice as long to run a trail as anyone else.

Beware, my son. We move on to Allemangel to warn our nephews Many Flags and Three Tales, but we believe the Redbud to be coming your way. May St.Andrew protect you and Nancy!!

Pax Aye!

Uncle Quasi and Uncle Angus

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: 11 February, 1759
: On the Road To Allemangel

: To my Son, Seamus,

: Seamus, you will receive this letter from Sign Talker who we met on our travels two days ago. As you know, your Uncle Angus and myself have been traveling as of late. The sheep needed greener pastures, I needed female company, and Uncle Angus has been keeping watch on his nephews. We have been to Reastown and watched Malcolm and Davey from afar, to make sure they were safe.(I sneaked into the town tavern at night and met a soft and alluring "lady"...ahhhh). We are now traveling to Allemangel to meet with your cousins Flags and Tales, for we are fearful for their lives. But, what we saw last evening makes us more fearful for you and Nancy's lives, so heed this letter and Sign Talker's signs of danger, for we have seen this Redbud and his clumsiness makes him curious and evil.

: Three nights ago we stopped at the Jacob Sechlers who live near Daniel Montgomery's farm along the north branch of the Susquehanna River. The Sechlers are kin to Flags and Tales through their father, our sister Maggie's husband, the German immigrant. The sheep gamboled in the open fields and although cold, the grassfeed was still edible for Angus's army of sheep. One day south of Sechlers we ran into Sign Talker and his wee horse, Bristlebrush. The horse's travois was laden heavy with goods and since it was toward dusk, we spent the evening together, camped beside a rock outcropping shielded from the cold, below us a flat area of the forest with clearings. About midnight we were awakened by chantings and ravings, drumming and dancing. We talked quietly among ourselves, Sign Talker the quietest of all with his gestures, and we peeked around the outcropping to the clearing below. We could see a figure, dancing around a blazing fire, so we crept close to watch.

: Never have I seen such a strange and evil figure, my son. For there, dancing around the fire, completely naked but painted all in red, screaming and ranting, about 4 feet tall and weighing more than a tall, strong man, was a very fat Indian. The smell which reached us was terrible. He was speaking in a strange mix of Iroquois and Delaware, which Angus and I could not understand. But as he sang and danced, at times picking up a wee drum and thrumping it, I could tell from Sign Talker's face that all was understood by him. And, at times I could hear our own family name...MacWilliam...invoked by this short, fat, red stinking being. Another curious thing about him, as he danced, he would fall, slip, trip, drop his tomahawk which he was waving wildly. And several times he cut himself on his own knife which he carried in his other hand. It was a terrible, Satanic sight, for the blood from his own cuts mingled with the paint on his body to make this Indian redder and slimier than he already was. We began to creep back to our outcropping of rock, holding our noses from the smell, when I heard this being, in plain Language, shout out "REDBUD, REDBUD, Kill MacWilliams!!"

: We hurried back to our shelter and quietly discussed a plan. Sign Talker confirmed brother Angus's and my fears. This was REDBUD and he also told us this obsese, slimy, bloody being was the brother of Red Leaf. Angus immediately called Mother Ewe to his side, whispered in her fleecy ear and we peered around the corner of the rock as the sheep took off ready to trounce this red devil. But, what should we see....nothing!! Yes, my son, this evil Redbud was gone. While we had talked of our plan, he had extinguished his fire and sneaked off into the night. As soon as daylight came up, we looked at Redbud's tracks and, oh woe is me, my Seamus! Redbud is headed north, your way and we feel that he may reach there before Sign Talker. If this message reaches you first, beware of the bloody Redbud and his stinking, clumsy ways. We do not believe that Sign Talker will run across this pudgy, smelly savage, for Bristlebrush goes in such strange directions, instead of a straight path. However, we do believe that Sign Talker may reach you first, for the stinking, rednaked Redbud slips, falls, trips as he moves and will take twice as long to run a trail as anyone else.

: Beware, my son. We move on to Allemangel to warn our nephews Many Flags and Three Tales, but we believe the Redbud to be coming your way. May St.Andrew protect you and Nancy!!

: Pax Aye!

: Uncle Quasi and Uncle Angus
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