Feb 25, 2010

Lyrics to songs in Northwest Passage Movie

The Internet Movie Database (IMBD) contains great information about the movie "Northwest Passage". Lyrics to songs in the movie can be found there, including the lyrics in the opening theme song at the start of the movie:

All the woodlands further westward,
Men who're Indian fighters born,
Rogers' Rangers braving dangers,
Until their hearts will never go.

CLICK HERE FOR LINK to The Internet Movie Database (IMBD)

Feb 18, 2010

FrontierFolk.net Forums

Here's some great 18th Century Frontier Forums at FrontierFolk.net.  CLICK HERE FOR LINK

Feb 17, 2010

First Troop of Rangers, Georgia

The Recreated First Troop of Rangers, Province of Georgia during the period of the Seven Year's War.  CLICK HERE FOR LINK

Feb 16, 2010

New York Company of Jaeger's Battalion

The New York Company of Jaeger's Battalion is back on-line.  You can find it under the following URL:   www.schrothscompany.com  or CLICK HERE FOR LINK

Flintlock and Tomahawk Blog

CLICK HERE FOR LINK to a great blog with info and videos.  Click the rangers label to read ranger information.

Feb 14, 2010

Paper cartridge lubrication for Brown Bess

A good lubricant for paper cartridges can be made from half beeswax and half butter flavored Crisco.  Adjust mixture as needed for the outdoor temperature.  Dip the full ball end of the paper cartridge in the melted mixture several times.  With correctly lubed cartridges, you can shoot an entire woods walk without cleaning.  You may substitute some other oil or grease for the butter flavored Crico - but in case you are lost & starving in the woods and have to eat your cartridges - butter flavored Crisco tastes better.  :-)

An easy way to sharpen flints

An easy way to sharpen flints is to use a Dremel tool and a wheel called a "Mizzy Wheel", or a diamond cutter used on the Dremel works even better.  You can sharpen a flint's edge till it's like a razor if you wish, or you can also flatten out the top or reshape the bevel as needed.  Just be sure to wear a mask so you don't breath flint dust.

Feb 12, 2010

Lots of good reading can be found here.

Got cabin fever?  Need something to read?  Then CLICK HERE FOR LINK

Feb 11, 2010

The Muzzleloading Forum

The Muzzleloading Forum is a friendly, online community where people can share information and learn about history, reenacting and traditional muzzleloading firearms.  Join 15,000 other members already taking advantage of this wealth of information.  There's both a free and a premium membership available.  CLICK HERE FOR LINK

Feb 10, 2010

Bob's Blackpowder Notebook

Bob's activities revolve around blackpowder hunting/shooting, historical reenacting, trekking and the study of life in this country in mid-eighteenth century.  CLICK ON THIS LINK for some truely enjoyable, informative reading.

Feb 7, 2010

Wilderness Ordeal

Two hundred and fifty years ago, Major Robert Rogers and his rangers launched a daring wilderness raid against an enemy village, but paid a steep price, CLICK HERE FOR LINK

Northeast Captivity Stories

Here's some great captivity stories, including one named "Rogers Rangers Revenge", CLICK HERE FOR LINK

The Redcoats’ Brown Bess by George Neumann

To read an article named The Redcoats’ Brown Bess by George Neumann, CLICK HERE FOR LINK

Here's a poem we think you'll like.

"Brown Bess" by Rudyard Kipling
In the days of lace-ruffles, perukes and brocade
Brown Bess was a partner whom none could despise--
An out-spoken, flinty-lipped, brazen-faced jade,
With a habit of looking men straight in the eyes--
At Blenheim and Ramillies fops would confess
They were pierced to the heart by the charms of Brown Bess.

Though her sight was not long and her weight was not small,
Yet her actions were winning, her language was clear;
And everyone bowed as she opened the ball
On the arm of some high-gaitered, grim grenadier.
Half Europe admitted the striking success
Of the dances and routs that were given by Brown Bess.

When ruffles were turned into stiff leather stocks,
And people wore pigtails instead of perukes,
Brown Bess never altered her iron-grey locks.
She knew she was valued for more than her looks.
"Oh, powder and patches was always my dress,
And I think am killing enough," said Brown Bess.

So she followed her red-coats, whatever they did,
From the heights of Quebec to the plains of Assaye,
From Gibraltar to Acre, Cape Town and Madrid,
And nothing about her was changed on the way;
(But most of the Empire which now we possess
Was won through those years by old-fashioned Brown Bess.)

In stubborn retreat or in stately advance,
From the Portugal coast to the cork-woods of Spain,
She had puzzled some excellent Marshals of France
Till none of them wanted to meet her again:
But later, near Brussels, Napoleon--no less--
Arranged for a Waterloo ball with Brown Bess.

She had danced till the dawn of that terrible day--
She danced till the dusk of more terrible night,
And before her linked squares his battalions gave way,
And her long fierce quadrilles put his lancers to flight:
And when his gilt carriage drove off in the press,
"I have danced my last dance for the world!" said Brown Bess.

If you go to Museums--there's one in Whitehall--
Where old weapons are shown with their names writ beneath,
You will find her, upstanding, her back to the wall,
As stiff as a ramrod, the flint in her teeth.
And if ever we English had reason to bless
Any arm save our mothers', that arm is Brown Bess!

Rudyard Kipling