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March Date, Sunday, June 25th, 9th Day

Moving from Camp 6 at East Hartford, to Camp 7 at Farmington, Ct, in the Connecticut River Valley.........

Ah, the joy of a rainy day to you all. Grab the bateaus, troops, the river is definitely on the rise.... tis' early here in the valley at Hartford, and the first order of business is to reassemble the troop, and prepare for the crossing.

Mike and Dave are still in camp at Ticonderoga and we trust they at least, are dry. We also are sending wishes for good and long happy life to Master Kevin Sherman, and Mistress Luisa Craige who have married, but only yesterday, in the Camp at Ticonderoga. We wish you joy...............

It is bleary, this day, on the banks of the great Connecticut River, this morning. Rain is either furious or steady, with no let-up. Oil skins are issued to the troops, the gaiters have been freshly painted to help guard against wetness. Tis' the best we can do. The troops are at the ready and the guides/scouts are willing to help us navigate the River and to put us on the correct road going from Hartford to camp at Farmington.....adieu Bill and Betty (she of the fast carriage), and many thanks for your kindnesses.

Our constant night-in-gale, Nurse Rose, shares a French blessing and the troop is off. The crossing is accomplished in quick time, a bridge having been erected for the purpose.

The land west of the River is expectd to be relatively flat for many miles, and it is so as we travel through Hartford, West Hartford and Farmington. A mile or so out we are joined by Surgeon Richard, who had been with us just a couple of days ago, going from Windham to Bolton. Tis good and comforting to have him again with us. His fast horse was able to catch us in Hartford and he walks again the route of his forefathers.

The rain is unrelenting, pouring from the heavens. Tis more rain than the good earth can absorb, surely. Comes and goes, comes and goes, with lashing force.........the temperatures at least are cool, and the walking seems to go very well. At the west end of West Hartford, we finally stop for refreshment, the troops are really quite fresh and certainly up beat. Tis' a water treatment place, and we treat the water as best we can, and just down the road a sign that blares the following warning.....GEESE CROSSING! Only in our America......

The terrain is easy walking, the weather, while pouring rain, is cool and the troop is taking the distance in stride. At 8 miles out we cross into Farmington, we are still on the 4 road west, and come to the junction of the 10 road, going south. The good General Rochambeau shall be staying at the local Inn, the Elm Tree Inn, I believe. We have just passed it before the junction of the 4 & 10 roads. The engineers have found good ground for the first days camp in Farmington, and we halt the troop at Post Office Square, on the 10 road, going south in Farmington, at 1:00 of the Clock in the Afternoon.....12.3 miles from the camp at East Hartford.......

We are welcomed by Portia Corbett, and family, to their home, with a kindness that we are finding all along the this grand adventure.it is 3:00 of the Clock in the Afternoon and we shall soon be setting camp........

......More to follow, perhaps on the morow. Tis the first time, since this campaign began, that we have been able to file a dispatch, in real time. The communications seem to be geting better.....

Tis the morrow and I am taking an opportunity to extend this post before sending a new dispatch for the next adventure. Earlier in the evening (Sunday) we were visited by Vincent, the father of the clan of angels that has been following, supporting, and marching with us these past few days. His enthusiasm is infectious, even if we are practicaly drowning in our shoes out here today. Our soothsayer seems to think that this weather will stay this way, apparently we have displeased some entiry above. Arrangements are made to accept more troops on the morrow for the leg from Marion to Breakneck....that being done, messages dispatched, gear stowed and the good Doctor Richard returned to his carraige, we rest for only a moment...........

Happily, as I ponder the camp ground at Camp #7, one of the town's representatives does offer us a place to camp that would turn out to be infinitely more suitable for us, perhaps for Royalty even...Tim and Portia Corbett, and family have opened the doors of their home to us, as well as the hearth, the wine cellar, and their hearts. After a tour of the home, and meeting the children, we are treated to a fine dinner of pork and fish, vegetables in season, delightful conversation and a fine wine being offered from the cellar. Again, long in the lamp, we find we must traverse our way to the door yard (not as easy as it sounds,given the consumption of beverage) and our quarters for the evening.......mercifully, another really terrific day as been met, friends made, acquaintances acknowledged, history well served.....as I lay in my rack, the day only plays for a short time as my mind shutters itself for the rest until morning.......

Richard Swartwout
at Camp 7
Farmington, Ct.
Day 9