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We have withdrawn to a secure location and await orders.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     

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 tohave 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

Brave Spoons-A-Lot (aka Don Green)

Dear Sirs;