Continued from June 4, 2014.
Referring to the militia unit camped at Greenfield Lake about a mile south of Wilmington. These men were essentially under a major attack from a very hungry mass of mosquitoes and their buddy gallnippers. Things got so bad, they were ready to have a mutiny. Continuing with the account of the near-battle:
"News was brought to our commanding general that they (the militia at Greenfield Lake) were in a state of mutiny. About daybreak next morning the town division of the army was aroused from our slumbers by the drums and fifes, and the cavalry summoned by the loud blast of the bugle, issuing from the wind-pope of Philip, the mulatto trumpeter."
More to Come. --Brock-Perry
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