On the Road to Fort Frederick! We Hasten!

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Posted by Corporal Malcolm Angus MacWilliam, 77th Grenadiers on April 20, 2000 at 11:03:33:

To the Patuxents at Fort Frederick, the frontier of MaryLand:

We hasten to your aid. A detachment of the 77th Regiment of Foot, Grenadier Company is on its way to Ft. Frederick. 1st Sgt. Campbell leads us and although we have quite a group of folk with us, we travel quickly.

Scouting for us is your comrade HalfBreed and his Uncles, our cousins Many Flags and Three Tales and their bartering friend, Sign Talker. You will remember Sign Talker, for he has traded with your company many times.

Along with our group is also cousin Seamus, his friend Timothy, lady friends Gloria and Nancy, Seamus's father, our Uncle, Quasi MacWilliam, packman Calisious Shattoe, the 1st Sgt.'s wife, Mistress Campbell, and Three Tale's wife, Two Bottle.

We are moving quickly, but remember that the women and our Uncle Quasi are not accustomed to fast march. The road from Fort Loudoun to Fort Frederick is but a trail, so behind the scouts is half of the 77th detachment, following in a horse cart, led by retired Sgt. Shattoe, is a baggage cart with Quasi and the ladies, and following that is the remainder of our grenadier company with Seamus and Timothy following that as rear guards. I must warn you: talk with any women you may have at Frederick, for Uncle Quasi is a randy one, from the wagon we continually hear squeals and laughter.

Our party will stop for the evening and continue on. We expect to arrive at the fort in a few days. We Highlanders are thirsty for the blood of the French and talk of nothing else, having seen several cabins burned and destroyed nearby Fort Loudoun in the past week. Broadswords are sharpened and several of us, in our ambition for the fight of battle, find ourselves slipping into our native tongue, the Gaelic, when we speak of bravery, courage, and such.

Our trail is set, our spirits are high, we will rendezvous with you soon at Fort Frederick. These months of travel are soon over. At our last night at Loudoun several of us compared journal notes, brother Gunn, myself, and cousin Seamus. We believe our adventures from Fort Hunter to Fort Carlisle to Fort Frederick should one day be chronicled, so those who come after us will know of our perils, our adventures, and our lives.

So ends the first of our adventures as we come closer to the MaryLand border and to you, our comrades, the Patuxents, at Fort Frederick. May St. Andrew smile upon our efforts and protect us in battle!

Pax Aye! God Save King George!

Cpl. Malcolm A. MacWilliam, 77th Reg't of Foot, Grenadier Company, Montgomery's Highlanders

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: To the Patuxents at Fort Frederick, the frontier of MaryLand:

: We hasten to your aid. A detachment of the 77th Regiment of Foot, Grenadier Company is on its way to Ft. Frederick. 1st Sgt. Campbell leads us and although we have quite a group of folk with us, we travel quickly.

: Scouting for us is your comrade HalfBreed and his Uncles, our cousins Many Flags and Three Tales and their bartering friend, Sign Talker. You will remember Sign Talker, for he has traded with your company many times.

: Along with our group is also cousin Seamus, his friend Timothy, lady friends Gloria and Nancy, Seamus's father, our Uncle, Quasi MacWilliam, packman Calisious Shattoe, the 1st Sgt.'s wife, Mistress Campbell, and Three Tale's wife, Two Bottle.

: We are moving quickly, but remember that the women and our Uncle Quasi are not accustomed to fast march. The road from Fort Loudoun to Fort Frederick is but a trail, so behind the scouts is half of the 77th detachment, following in a horse cart, led by retired Sgt. Shattoe, is a baggage cart with Quasi and the ladies, and following that is the remainder of our grenadier company with Seamus and Timothy following that as rear guards. I must warn you: talk with any women you may have at Frederick, for Uncle Quasi is a randy one, from the wagon we continually hear squeals and laughter.

: Our party will stop for the evening and continue on. We expect to arrive at the fort in a few days. We Highlanders are thirsty for the blood of the French and talk of nothing else, having seen several cabins burned and destroyed nearby Fort Loudoun in the past week. Broadswords are sharpened and several of us, in our ambition for the fight of battle, find ourselves slipping into our native tongue, the Gaelic, when we speak of bravery, courage, and such.

: Our trail is set, our spirits are high, we will rendezvous with you soon at Fort Frederick. These months of travel are soon over. At our last night at Loudoun several of us compared journal notes, brother Gunn, myself, and cousin Seamus. We believe our adventures from Fort Hunter to Fort Carlisle to Fort Frederick should one day be chronicled, so those who come after us will know of our perils, our adventures, and our lives.

: So ends the first of our adventures as we come closer to the MaryLand border and to you, our comrades, the Patuxents, at Fort Frederick. May St. Andrew smile upon our efforts and protect us in battle!

: Pax Aye! God Save King George!

: Cpl. Malcolm A. MacWilliam, 77th Reg't of Foot, Grenadier Company, Montgomery's Highlanders

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