The Youth of Washington: Told in the Form of an AutobiographyMitchell, S. Weir (Silas Weir)
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The Youth of Washington: Told in the Form of an Autobiography
Mitchell, S. Weir (Silas Weir)
Washington, George, 1732-1799 -- Childhood and youth
During the period which elapsed between my fight on May 28 and my
being attacked on July 3, being now a colonel, and sure of soon being
reinforced, I made haste to complete the fort at Great Meadows.
There I had excellent help from Captain Stobo and Mr. Adam Stephen,
whom I made captain, and who, long after, became a general and served
under me in the great war.
It was only a log work we built, near to breast-high, with no roof,
one hundred feet square, with partitions, and surrounded at some
distance by a too shallow ditch and palisadoes. Captain Stobo gave to
this defence the name of Fort Necessity, and said that the name was
suggested by his empty belly, for indeed we were at this time half
starved.
Near about this time came three hundred men from Wills Creek, and, to
my satisfaction, my friend Dr. Craik, who was of a merry disposition,
and kept us in good humour, besides what aid he gave us as a physician,
and I never had the service of a better.
On the 9th of June arrived my old military teacher, Adjutant Muse, with
other men, nine swivels, and a very small supply of ammunition. He
fetched with him a wampum belt and presents and medals for the Indians,
as I had desired of the governor.
At this time, in order to secure the Indians, who are fickle and must
always be bribed, we had a fine ceremony, and I delivered a speech sent
from the governor.
Dr. Craik gave me, two years ago, the account he wrote home of this
occasion, and I leave it in this place for the time, since it serves to
record matters of which I have no distinct remembrance, and is better
wrote than it would have been by me.
MY DEAR ANNE: To-day, before we move on, I send you a letter
by a runner who returns to hasten our supplies. We had a
great ceremony to-day. A space in the meadows near the fort
was cleared, and all our men set around under arms in a great
circle. In the middle stood the Colonel, very tall and, like
all of us, very lean for lack of diet, for we are all shrunk
like persimmons in December. Before him were seated the
Half-King and the son of Aliquippa, the Queen of one of the
tribes. Last year our Colonel gave her a red match-coat and a
bottle of rum, and now she is his great friend and waiting for
more favours, especially rum.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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