Streights Raid on Notrh Alabama - Blountsville Al. May 2-3

Battle For The Furnace  Tannehill Ironworks Park   May 22-24

                             Here are 2 reports of different points of view

AAR -- A settler's point of view.

Having recently settled in the beautiful lands in the southern part of the
Mississippi territory, near the Tensaw River, we soon began experiencing
difficulty with the British who, having not yet resigned themselves to
having lost these United States of America from their benighted empire, have
begun stirring and causing needless unrest among certain native peoples in
this fair land.  In late July, the thirtieth day of that month, members of
our Mississippi Militia came across a band of those native peoples upon
their return from Pensacola, where they had been bribed and provided with a
number of firearms, alcohol, and other supplies with which to attack our
neighbors and ourselves.  Our militia attacked but, much like the native
peoples themselves, the members became distracted by the supplies being
carried, thus leaving themselves open for a counter-attack.

Then, on August thirtieth, having passed the last month in somewhat unrest,
we occupied ourselves with our normal daily tasks -- the men working in the
fields or on constructing the fort; the women preparing the daily meals.  At
approximately midday, the dinner bell was rung to announce the completion of
the meal (although there were certain ne'er-do-wells who did attempt to
partake of their noon meal prematurely).  Almost immediately thereafter, we
were viciously attacked by the same native peoples previously engaged.  Our
Mississippi Militia's leader was killed gallantly trying to close the gate
to the fort.  [Contrary to rumor, it is unlikely that the gate was, in fact,
blocked by sand.]  The native peoples, in their red and black war paint,
were quite vicious, both in appearance and demeanor.  Nevertheless, our
militia and settlers were able to push them back, although with some loss of
life.  Immediately, the remainder of the settlers provided water and
sustenance to those who had fought so gallantly.  Suddenly, the vicious
attack resumed, and it was soon clear no quarter would be given -- even to
the women and children in the fort.

A vicious Indian called "He-Wears-a-Wig" (also known to the settlers as Don
Green) attacked my valiant husband while my husband was trying to provide
aid to a wounded settler.  Fortunately for my husband, He-Wears-A-Wig had
dropped his knife during the attack.  Alas, the result was the same, and he
viciously bashed my husband's brains in with the butt of his rifle.

I located my husband's rifle, which he had placed in the fort, and began
defending other women and the children.  We were eventually forced to the
area of the loom house, where a small hole was being cut in the fort.
Taking refuge behind a makeshift barricade, we were able to hold off the
attackers for a short while.  I myself was shot at the barricade.

While I lay there dying, I could hear the screams and cries of the remaining
settlers, including the women and children in the loom house as they died,
several burning in the loom house itself.  Those were the last sounds I
heard (other than an Indian -- Chief McWilliams -- yelling something about
the attackers breaking the scenario).  None of the settlers are known to
have survived the attack.

Seriously, we had a great time, and hopefully we can get more people to come
next year.

Stacy Moon


After Action Report: Fort Mims

Native point of view

On Friday August 28, our Red Stick Creek War Party made it's way toward Fort
Mims located near the Tensaw River. We are furious with the Settlers who
raided our supply train coming from Pensacola recently and believe most to
be held up at the afore-mentioned fortification. We laid in waiting that
night for the next day to break to get avengence. As the next day of August
29 wore on, we decided to wait until these white devils took their lunch.
Then, soon after most were finished eating, our very anxious Warriors were
tasting the blood already. After noticing that the gate may not close due to
the mounds of dirt piled in front of it, a scout group tested the guards
with a quick furious fight & found that they would not be a problem, so they
retreated & reported their actions to us. We then decided to fire our
weapons through the holes in the fort to try & pick-off whomever we could.
We then stormed the fort for the first wave to loot & steal whatever
goods we were able to find. After a furious fight with the settlers, we
left the fort with our new belonings to be met by our own William
Weatherford. He was furious we "gave up" so easily & gave a rousing speech
for us to avenge the supply train & other conflicts with the European
descendants who inhabited our native lands. We dropped our bounties &
stormed the barracaded structure with blood in our eyes. We were not after
loot this time, but the lives of everyone inside. It was a complete
slaughter as I believe we destryoed some 500 evil foreigners. I personally
took the life of a very brave soldier who went by the last name of Moon.
After the day was won, we high-tailed it out of there with victory in hand.

Submitted this day,

August 31

by,

Brave Spoons-A-Lot
 aka Don Green

CSA Telegraph

                    To:      Headquarters 4^th Alabama Cavalry

As ordered, our company rallied to the call at Winfield. Saturday, the Union forces were driven from the field, and we captured a number of supply wagons and animals. We were assisted by local militia and two artillery pieces. Union soldiers returned in greater number on Sunday, and we had to leave behind the wagons and mules. I regret to report that we lost Pvt. Glass. He was mortally wounded on Sunday and fell into a mud bog.  We were unable to retrieve his body from the mire.

We have withdrawn to a secure location and await orders.

Your obedient servant,     

Captain Buddy Moon

 4^th Alabama Cavalry Company B