From the borough of Edgar Allen Poe, whose cottage was saved by the Shakespeare Society of NY (source: Willa Cather)
Photo: “Taken in Edinburgh, Scotland, from Edinburgh Castle, looking out over the city towards the Firth of forth. Adele McLennan” (Travel Shots at canada.com) They fire a cannon there every day. It’s one of the few, if not the only one, in Europe never captured or taken over. Must be the lousy plumbing! Actually it is on a hill, like many. New York Native American “castles” (Castle Hill in the Bronx, NY, where singer/actor Jennifer Lopez is from, about to have twins her dad reports, was seen and recorded as a “castle hill” by explorer Adrian Block. Block Island, Rhode Island is named after him, off Montauk Point, NY, a ferry there too from Montauk) in Upstate New York were on a peninsula with water on three sides. Or they were like the one at Fort Drum, NY, a “palisade village” surrounded by a wall of upright logs. They, however, were moved when the distance to cultivated fields became too long, and soils became depleted from agriculture, at least that’s what the exhibit in Canada stated.
Thomas Scott (1774-1823), the younger brother of Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832, known also for “Manners, Customs, and History of the Highlanders of Scotland” of whom Lowland Scots knew little about, the clan MacGregors figures prominently in the film “Rob Roy” starring Liam Neeson) was a friend of the Mohawk on the St. Lawrence River, where I’ve also done archaeological survey. He spent some time as an army officer in Canada and wrote two letters to Walter Scott one about ” A Mohawk Chief” and that he “…preferred the manners of the native Indians to the insipid conversation of our own officers…” – 15 July 1815 and another letter to Walter Scott (no date) about Captain Norton, “A literary Red Indian” (it’s titled) “the chief of the Five Nations”:
I had the pleasure to be his intimate acquaintance, and he is a man who makes you almost wish to be an Indian chief. What do you think of a man speaking the language of almost twelve Indian nations, English, French, German and Spanish, all well, being in the possession of all modern literature — having read with delight your Lady of the Lake, translated the same, together with the Scriptures, into Mohawk — having written a history of the five nations, and a journal of his own travels, now in London, ready for publication, and being at the same time an Indian chief, living as they do and following all their fashions. For, brother, you ask doth he paint himself, scalp, etc. etc.? I answer yea, he doth; and with the most polished manner of civilized life, he would not disdain to partake of the blood of his enemy at the banquet of sacrifice. Yet I admire and love the man, and would cheerfully give fifty guineas that you would see him for one half-hour. He is afraid that the Edinburgh Review will be hard on his book, I promised to write to you to have it reviewed in the Quarterly. It surely is a strange circumstance that an Indian Chief should produce a literary child… (p. 122)
From, A Scottish Postbag: Eight Centuries of Scottish Letters, edited by George Bruce and Paul H. Scott, (and © 1986) published in association with the Scottish Post Office Board and the Saltire Society, by W & R Chambers Ltd., Edinburgh. Printed by Martin’s of Berwick.
See: Six Nations “Located on the Grand River, the Six Nations Reserve is the largest First Nations community in Canada.” and further about Captain Norton in that site’s: St.Paul’s, Her Majesty’s Chapel of the Mohawks