Joined: 15 May 2007
Real Name: Morgan Hodkin
|Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 9:10 am Post subject: In the Land of the Akansa
|19th day of May in the year of our Lord 1735
Having refrained from hunting for a goodly number of days, there being parties of French and their allies the Osage in the area, I determined that it would be advantageous to range afield on this day to see if by the good graces of the Almighty I might take meat with which to sustain myself. I deemed this necessary having had all of my provisions for sustenance and trade stolen from me by said French and hostiles....in truth the only possessions I am left with are my knife, belt axe and a firelock of French design that I was able to aquire from an Osage warrior by means of stealth and knife work. She (the gun) being a fine arm that I call Anne in honor of our late Queen who ruled when I first came to these shores and as a slap in the face of these French dogs!
While scouting about I have crossed signs of deer, bear and turkey which are exceedingly abundant in this country yet no target presented itself to my firelock.
These French seem to have no knoweldge of woodscraft or stealth, they tromping about making a great noise and disturbance made me aware of there continued presence in my vicinity. I spent the greater part of the day secreted from them eyes in a deadfall.
Until provedence allows for my return to the settlements of the Carolinas, I remain your most humble and obedient servant.
(the "French" which I encountered Saturday morning were in actuallity a cross country running club that totally destroyed any chance of hunting. But any morning in the woods is better than any day at work!)
"It is when people forget God that tyrants forge their chains." Patrick Henry (1736 - 1799)