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
The warriors were painted to beat even a London lady, and no
bird has more feathers or finer. The pipe of Council was passed
around, and all took a few whiffs. When it came to the turn
of our Colonel, he sneezed and coughed and made a wry face,
but none of the Indians so much as smiled, for they are a very
solemn folk. I could not refrain to laugh, so hid my face in
the last handkerchief I possess. There are holes in it, too.
Then we had the Indian’s speech and that the Governor sent to
be spoken. After this the Colonel hung around the necks of the
Chiefs medals of silver sent from England. One had the British
lion mauling the Gallic cock, and on the other side the King’s
effigy. Then the drums were beat, and the son of Aliquippa was
taken into Council as a sachem, and given, as is the custom, a
new name. I suppose it is a kind of heathen Christening. He was
called Fairfax. I hope his Lordship will look after his Godson,
or devil son, as he is more like to be. The Half-King was made
proud with the name of Dinwiddie, and so we are friends until
to-morrow, and allies――I call them _all lies_. After this the
Colonel read the morning service, which I hope pleased them.
They believed he was making magic.
This is a good account, and I certainly did make a face with the
tobacco-smoke, for, although at that time I raised the weed, I cannot
endure it.
Captain Mackay arrived on the 7th of June, but it came about untowardly
that the company which thus joined me was not Virginian, and gave me
more trouble than help. I may be wrong concerning the date of Captain
Mackay’s arrival, but he was with us when, on the 10th of June, I moved
out of our fort to prepare the road for the larger attempt proposed
to take the defences at the Forks of the Ohio. I soon found that I
was to have difficulty with this officer. I found him a good sort of
a gentleman, but, as he had a distinct commission from the King, he
declined to receive my commands, and, I found, would rather impede the
service than forward it. I have made it a rule, however, to do the best
I can in regard to obstacles I cannot control, and so I kept my temper
and was always civil to this gentleman, even when he would not permit
his men, unless paid a shilling a day, to assist in the making of roads.
As two masters are worse in an army than anywhere else, he agreed
willingly enough to remain at Fort Necessity, while I went on toward
Redstone Creek with my Virginians to better my road. It was a hard
task, and at night the men were so tired that the scouts and sentries
could hardly keep awake. The Indians came in daily, asking presents,
and were mostly spies.
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