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Updated: June 3, 2025
The garrison left at Detroit consisted merely of two companies-those of Captains Granville and Molineux, which included among their officers, Middlemore, Villiers and Henry Grantham.
"Honor among thieves," added Middlemore, in the same low tone.
"For God's sake, Grantham, call him back. Tell him we are ready to make any every atonement for our offence," urged St. Clair. "And I will promise never to utter another pun at his expense as long as I live," added Middlemore.
"True," said Middlemore, imitating, "if he fires, the hole will be something more than SKIN deep I reckon these pistols, to my knowledge, send a bullet through a two inch plank at twenty paces." As Middlemore thus expressed himself, both he and Grantham saw, or fancied they saw, the blankets slightly agitated.
He observed to me, jestingly, just before deploying into line, that he felt his time was come, but there can be no doubt, from what we all witnessed, that he was determined from the outset to court his death." Captain Molineux turned away, apparently much affected Middlemore spoke not, but it was evident he also was deeply pained.
Finally the only remaining ladies of the party were the D'Egvilles, whose sledge had not yet arrived, and with these lingered Captain Molineux, Middlemore, and Henry Grantham, all of whom, having obtained leave of absence for the occasion, had accompanied them from Detroit.
"Ha! well have you won your wager, my noble Captain!" exclaimed Middlemore, putting his hand to his chest, and staggering from the effect of a shot he had that instant received. Forward, men, forward: axemen do your duty. Down with the stockade, my lads, and give them a bellyfull of steel."
What's the use of 'a bloody war and a sickly season, that standard toast at every West India mess, if the juniors are to go off and not the seniors Cranstoun's the man we've booked." "Captain Cranstoun, I have the honor of wishing you a safe passage, and speedy promotion in Heaven," said Middlemore, draining off his glass. "Devilish good port this of yours.
At Colonel D'Egville's, it will therefore be supposed the officers passed nearly all their leisure hours; Molineux and Villiers flirting with the fair American sisters, until they had nearly been held fast by the chains with which they dallied, and Middlemore uttering his execrable puns with a coolness of premeditation that excited the laughter of the fair part of his auditors, while his companions, on the contrary, expressed their unmitigated abhorrence in a variety of ways.
But now that we have routed the enemy must be off drenched to the skin. No liquor on the stomach to keep out the cold. and if I once get an ague fit, its all over with poor old Sampson. Must gallop home, and, while his little wife wraps a bandage round my hand, shall send down Bill with a litter. Good morning, Mr. Middlemore, good bye Henry, my boy."
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