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ch4:the HMS Chelsea
I have taken a whitened chicken bone, from which the unfortunate animal was used as dinner a few nights ago. The farmer seemed more than happy to give up one for the cause of the King. From this bone I have begun to carve a small Celtic charm, my brother's wife taught me the meanings of several and I have chosen the luck charm. It is said that the more you wear it, the more luck you will have. Duncan taught me everything he taught Daniel, including how to carve. It was only about three quarters of an inch wide on all sides, and the details were difficult with my wide blade, but it was turning out well. When I had finished the outline and cut the shape out of the rest of th
ch.3:the Dueling Swords
We are being trained. In all sorts of army ways that us musicians need to learn. We have been joined in a group with the rest of the boys assigned to the 43rd. I have met the others in captain Laurie's company. There are two of each player, instead of the usual three, due to the small size of our group. The other drummer is a young Welshman named Matthew Davies, he is slightly smaller than me and around twelve years old, why they recruited so young I'll never know. The two flag bearers of our company have also joined in the drills we do, one is an Englishman from Manchester named Michael Eaves, who is very friendly, but much older than the rest of us, being in his early twenties. the second bearer is an Irishman named Christopher Collins. I have talked with him often and I think we will get along, though he is five years my senior, the same age as my Duncan. As for Fifers, we only have one for now, being told that the other will meet us in the harbour for the trip across
ch. 2:the British Invader
I used to be called Maisie, or Margaret in the English way, daughter of highland rebel, Ewan of Cluny McPherson. But because of the failure of the Jacobite uprising many years ago, and the threat of loosing our land. I became Daniel Cluny McPherson, the name of my long dead twin brother. The English came to my brother, Duncan one day and told him if he could not pay the taxes now upon his lands, they would become forfeit and we would be evicted. They also told him the fastest way to pay was to join the army in the American colonies. Well, my brother had his wife and child and kind heart and would be no use in an army, my young nephew had not reached the age of two yet
ch 1: The Jacobite's Daughter
I am free. Nothing in this world can tell me otherwise. I was born a free child in the cold winter of 1760 in the highlands. Soon followed by my twin brother. Secrets we were kept, for my father was a Jacobite, a rebel against the English crown. Only my family, the MacPhersons, knew of our existence.
My father was Ewan of Cluny, chieftain of the clan. My elder brother was Duncan. I was born Margaret Helen in the English way, and my brother was called Daniel Cluny MacPherson. Soon after our birth, our mother Janet took sick and died. My father was heartbroken and in the year 1765 he fled to France and died of a broken heart. I weren't but five years old and remember very lit
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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