Ben Comee : $b A tale of Rogers's Rangers, 1758-59Canavan, M. J. (Michael Joseph)
History
Ben Comee : $b A tale of Rogers's Rangers, 1758-59
Canavan, M. J. (Michael Joseph)
United States -- History -- French and Indian War, 1754-1763 -- Fiction
"My grandmother was a Munro, and her father was taken prisoner while
fighting for King Charles the First, and was sent to America."
"Hear that now! My brother Donald and myself were out with Charlie in
forty-five, and we had a hard time of it afterward, hunted about till
they made up their minds to form some Highland regiments and give pardon
to those who enlisted, and here we are fighting for King George."
He led me to his brother and made me acquainted with him. We went to
their quarters, and I learned more about the clan in a short time than I
ever heard before or since. It seemed as if most of the great generals
in almost every army were Munros, and they traced their ancestry back to
the time of Noah.
At last I said that I must go to headquarters to meet Captain Rogers.
[Sidenote: ROGERS ASSUMES ENGLAND'S DEBT]
"So you belong to the Rangers? They're a braw set of men, and there's
many a gude Scotchman among them. We'll come over and see you."
I returned and waited for Rogers, and when he came out, he said: "Come
over to the sutler's hut; I want to buy some things we haven't got on
the island."
Rogers made some purchases and then listened to two English officers who
were seated at a table, drinking. They had reached a maudlin state, and
were bewailing the fate of England.
"This is a sad day for old England, my boy."
"Yes, the country will never be able to stand up under the great debt
that we have incurred for these miserable Provinces."
Rogers went over to them and said:--
"Don't let that trouble you, my friends. Make yourselves easy on that
score, for I will pay half the national debt, and my good friend here
says he will take the other half on his shoulders, and the nation will
be rid of her difficulties."
"By Gad! I'm blessed if you're not fine fellows. Sit down and have a
drink with us."
Rogers introduced me to them as the Earl of Middlesex. They took off
their hats to me and ordered some grog for us. I barely tasted mine, for
I had no heart to drink with the besotted fools. We bade them good-by, I
took up the things which Rogers had bought, and we walked away.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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