As the frontier supper was drawing to a close, with dishes and plates being cleared away, the night descended across forest and fort. But inside the Meeting House all was good cheer, with lanterns and candles spreading an atmospheric glow.
As the revelers cleared away the tables for dancing, the musicians were taking up their places . . .
. . . and as the first notes of a traditional eighteenth-century air were struck, the dancers (their recent ample repast notwithstanding), sprang jauntily onto the floor . . .
The revelry continued well into the night, doubtlessly drawing more than one curious deer or racoon to the forest’s edge to discover the source of the music (the likes of which have echoed through these hills off and on for two and a half centuries). From their vantage among the trees, the creatures wouldn’t have been able to see very much, only fire-lit plumes of smoke rising above the log palisade into the starry dark . . .
~~ Special thanks to Lee Miller for the photos in this post.