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March Date, Saturday, June 24th, 8th Day

The joy to you all, friends of AMtY.

Yesterday, at East Hartford, while at Camp #6, we did a ceremonial for a RevWar soldier that had died in 1777, while returning home. Apparently he died of the Pox. It was noted that he had answered the Lexington Alarm, in 1775. We should have some pics of that for you in a couple of days. His name was Herman Baker...........

This day, Saturday, dawns as we are all at our respective homesteads, checking on the local sentiment concerning the French Army movement through Connecticut. We can only imagine the reaction of the folks along the route. So, they are on the stoop of the home, and lo and behold, they can see the dust raising for miles, along the horizon. Perhaps they can hear the military drums approaching. Into a clearing comes the Officer Corps of the French Army,with the good General Rochambeau following a distance behind the advance troops, resplendent in a uniform that is not familiar to the local inhabitants. Nor are these soldiers giving commands, or talking in a language that is familiar to us, and, to top it all off, they apparently are all CATHOLICS!! We, of course, are more modest Congregational Church goers. So, we now have a foreign army, French speaking, going through the neighborhood. It seems to take days for the Army to pass, and it does,one Regiment a day, traveling the same road, staying in the same camp area. It will takes approximately 5 days for the French to pass, some five thousand Officers and men, with asorted baggage train, wagons, artillery, horses, etc. It causes some concern, but, the word traveling about is that they have come to help in the fight againt King George. Well, a cautious welcome is put forth, and becomes more animated as the French are buying local produce, procuring horse and wagon, food stuffs....... the military bands are playing in the evening, to the delight not only of the soldiers, put to the local populace as we. The Ladies of he towns are all aglow, as are the Soldiers. Tis' a real mutual admiration society. The French are not as cunning as the local mechants, who make a windfall in the selling of needed merchandise, and it is some days before they learn how to conduct business with the locals. Until then they are paying premium for everything. But good for the economy, in any event.

The silver follows the French, as do the pockets, and hearts of the Americans.
It is time to start planning the crossing of the great Connecticut River, and the engineers and scouts are called. We re-assemble for the crossing...the Army shall leave on the morrow.....all is silent in the camp, a raging rain storm thunders in and ravages the camp, the ground is getting soggy,.....the engineeers huddle til late in the lamp.......tomorrow, tomorow........

Richard Swartwout
at Camp 6
Ease Hartford, Ct.
For, 'AMtY'