Re: Morning Dress

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: Many Flags, my friend!

: I am pleased to report my arrival at Fort Augusta after an extremely arduous and dangerous journey, arriving at said post on the 25th inst. No harm nor calamity befell the young lady I was escorting nor to myself. After we left the warmth of your cabin, we journeyed to the river Susquehanna, only to discover that, due to tremendous high water and dangerous ice flows, we could not cross at the customary ford. I deemed it necessary to stay to the west shore, rather an arduous trail, not as gentle as the one from Ft. Hunter on the eastern shore, but with caution and care, we were able to get to McKee's, where we rested awhile. After a welcome light meal with McKee, we continued northward, watching for a place to cross the river safely. The ice flows were coming faster and larger. At the widest place, where it is nearly a mile across, the river was full of ice from shore to shore....I heard  that Col. Washington and Gist encountered such perilous waters, however, on a much smaller stream, though none the less dangerous, and were extremely fortunate to have survived their ordeal. Upon reaching opposite Augusta, I fired a signal gun, and a battoe was sent to retrieve the lady and myself. The ice flows had begun to diminish somewhat and allowed us to get across in the battoe. They were, however, slamming into and crunching the hull angrily, despite the best efforts of the battoe men to fend them off, and the lady was much in fear that they would crush us as if in a canoe! I must say that consoling her seemed to be in order, and since we were in sight of the fort, I went ahead and allowed the lovely lass to hold on for dear life...bad idea, Many Flags...now I cannot rid myself of her! I am in great hopes to do so before I arrive at Fort Frederick. If you encounter the cousins, give them my best wishes. I have not seen them in a long tome... Seamus

: : Friend Harry,

: : Your verse has been shared with Cpl. MacWilliam as we sat by the fire reflecting on the year's past campaign and looking forward to coming treks and battles.  The large corporal (not Cpl. Campbell, but MacWilliam) made a cryptic reference to one Scottish poet, possibly kin from Caithness, named Ossian, whose verses made kings philosophize, lairds become just, and saints to weep.  The large corporal (my cousin MacWilliam, brother to Davey Gunn) remarked most emphatically that Harry's verses were akin to Ossian, a compliment to be cherished.  We move into the spring campaign with hopes of peace on the frontier, yet, if need be, glory on the field as we fight the French and their native allies to protect the interests of the King and the rights of British subjects, reflecting on those times most held dear when we sit by the fire with friends, a good pipe, and cup of ale.  Pax Aye!  


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