Le Boeuf, Oct 1st 1794 at 5
O'Clock in theMorning.
My Dear Sally
We are yet stationed at this
place, but will shortly have to leave it and return home, -- not by the
command of Cap't Cornplanter, Wood-Bug, Dogs-about-the-fire, hot-Bread,
hot-Ashes, Big-Boil-of a Kettle, Broken-Twig, Standing-Stone,
flying-Cloud, Bears-Oil, Mud-eater, Big-fish-carrier, Old-Turkey, The-Tarrepin,
Snake, He-can't-find-it, the-stringer-of-***ts, Twenty-Canoes, or any
other two-leged King of this country; but by the command of a much more
powerful Monarch, who is now making a violent attack upon my fingers,
and toes; that is Cap't or King Frost.
We are all in a fine state of health, but almost naked for the want of
cloaths, As yet we have been able to keep ourselves
moderately warm with Blankets, and Bear-Skins. As to women, we
know nothing about them except by recollection, --we have not seen one
of any colour for near four months. Without joaking I
expect we shall certainly receive orders to return in less than two
weeks, if not, I shall certainly set out on the fifteenth of this month.
. . . for about three months past we have scarcely been out of the sight
of the Fort. From this circumstance my Dear, you suppose
that we are in danger near the Fort, and for fear of danger never leave
it-- There has not been and Indian seen within twenty miles of
this place for almost three months, which is the only reason we have to
suppose them not friendly -- we amuse ourselves with playing Checkerds,
or what is an infinitely more intricate, and noble game of Chess, which
is played on the same board, with Kings, Queens, Bishops, Knights,
Castles, and Pawns, -- I have with my own hands, with my Pen-Knife made
three complete sets, each consisting of thirty-two pieces, and one half
set curiously wrought in bone.
There is some discontent among the Troops, and too much sparing among
the Officers -- . . .
I am my D'r Sally
your Loving
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