Posted by Nancy, the dark haired lass on March 10, 2000 at 17:54:56:
Journal entry: My prayers have been answered...my Seamus has returned safely from the dark and dangerous mission upon which he set out a short while ago. Safely, yes, but not unscathed. He bears 4 wounds which required my attention; they are now cleansed and are beginning to heal.I cannot describe the feeling in my breast when I saw him limping into the Fort this morning! My heart fairly leapt at the sight...and I ran to him and held him, my tears flowing like spring freshets down his broad and powerful chest. He was a sight! He had no hat, his face was scratched from briars, his hunting shirt was dirty and stained with blood from his shoulder wound, and it was torn in many places from his ordeal in returning here. His leggings were also torn and cut by the musket balls which grazed his legs and drew the blood which stained them also, and he had but one moccasin. I told him I would wash and repair his hunting shirt for him, and quite frankly, I was surprised when he allowed me to do that. He would not share with me, however, any details of his arduous journey home, save to tell me that he was extremely fortunate to have gotten home at all. He said many who survived the battle would not likely survive the journey home, due to becoming separated and lost from the command, as the Indians followed and harrassed them a long ways. Seamus tells me that he must travel to Tulpehocken to counsel with Col. Weiser and his officers this Sunday, inst., and he has asked me to accompany him! ...and I accepted! Dear Journal, I tired of waiting for him to ask my name, so I told him. He looked at me thunderstruck! It had not occurred to him to inquire, he said, and could not offer his reason for not asking. What a sight to see this wonderful self-assured man of the woods totally and completely at a loss! I had to work quite hard to stifle my amusement. We walked after I had eaten...at his insistence, I might add; he had taken notice that I had not eaten during his absence as my worry was too great. I told him of my feelings for him...and I confessed my love for him, and I believe Seamus loves me, too. He acted totally unlike anything I have ever seen from him...he stammered and stuttered and, well, he blushed! Afterwards, he mumbled something about a tree in the forest; I have no idea what he was saying. He walked me to my quarters and gave me his hunting shirt, and I haven't seen him since that time early this afternoon. Oh, dear Journal, I do believe Seamus loves me, too! His eyes betray him...but he has not accepted it yet himself. I know I can never tame him, but I am willing to do what I can to make him as happy as I am able, if he will allow it. After all, why would he ask me to accompany him to Tulpehocken?? Tonight I will sleep well...my dear Seamus has come home!