Posted By Doctor Clift on August 22, 2009
The monotony of this place may certainly be my downfall. General distempers, melancholies, bleeding piles, and the occassional venereal ailment seem to be a continuous repeat daily, in addition to the shavings all men must endure. I dare say that is a most interesting time opposed to others, as I may speak with the men freely and get information on our next advancement, location of the enemy and the savages, and information on when the next wagons of supplies shall arrive. In this sense, I have found out today that in a few days’ time, there shall be a dispatch sent to Fort Frederick, just East of here and 3 days ride from FrederickTowne, to receive additional supplies and meet with some Indian allies for trade goods. I plan on inquiring to the Sargent to see if I may go as well, as I am expecting a shipment of medicines from England, and the womenfolk who spend most of their time within Cumberland’s walls seem to be taking due care of the ill already in camp.Today I should take out my tools, and clean them properly. The blood from the last engagement still rests upon some pieces- the forceps and the saws mostly- and I do not wish to have my blades dulled by presence. Nor, I should trust, do those who would be seen under them. I am very skilled at the manner of amputation, however, should the blade be coated in old blood, or other skin, detritous, et cetera from previous patients, it would not be as expedient nor as clean as I should expect.
I should also send correspondence to the Good Doctor in the South Carolina company to inquire upon his recovery from the Niagara siege, and the general state of things at his Fort Loudon.
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