Author’s Note: In this installment, Albert reports on the first skirmishes for food and fodder as well as the arrival of three new generals. DRS Hail and well met, fair gentlefolk, General Gage seems to be contented by sitting within Boston’s confines as our ragtag little army grows. Every since we last tugged on this English lion’s tail, the frail feline has taken to hiding, only daring to come out when hunger drives him.