Sat 28. cont...- mr. Carol's meal was marvelous! It was topped off by two pound cakes.

After supper we gathered again in the barracks and listened as mr. Carol and Miss Jess played their whistles, the soldiers sang & one of the local Cherokee women played her new flute.

The soldiers smoked and told stories of other forts, places they had been, places they wanted to go.

I stepped out several times to get some fresh air, the sky was full of big bright stars. In the distance, a large storm cloud brewed and threatened with silent lightning.

Some time after midnight I retired, just in time for the winds and storm to begin.
Sunday May 29- I awoke to a cold cabin. I could see my breath in the light that shone in through the planks. Looking over at the fire, I realized there was no hope of easily restoring it, there was no sign of coals. After a long time I braced and got out from under the blankets and dressed myself fully to try to gain some warmth.

The Parson and Maggie had arrived in time to conduct Sunday service for the soldiers and the fort guests in the barracks.


Maggie said...

Sure and Maggie's cough di'nt keep the dear Parson from settin' er out in the foulest weather on that Lord's Day, now did it? 'Tis worsened now and you still researchin'... *cough,cough*

W. A. Mozart said...

I do not know the weather patterns in the British colonies, but if it is as cold as it is here in Vienna, I feel only the greatest concern for you, and hope that you discover some way to stay warm. Myself, I find that hot rum punch is helpful during particularly frigid weather.