John Glisson, an Irishman of my acquaintance said to me: "Let's exchange accoutrements, and you push into Mor -risania, and don't take anybody behind you." I did so, and took care of the horse. There were several troop of horse along with us. The sun was about an hour high when we started, but the night that ensued was uncommonly dark. Bearmore died a few weeks after- -wards. He was a fine looking officer. The Refugee settlements at Morrisania I think were chiefly on the east side of the principal road from West Farms to

Americans had to retire. I was about two miles from the Ferry at Morrisania Point when I first perceived the French and Americans.

- I was taken prisoner twice during the war; once, at North Street, Connecticut, and once at Stanwich. When taken at Stanwich, I was hand-cuffed, pinioned, and confined with others near Coscob at Greenwich. At first there [were] came about eight sailors - whale boat men, I believe - confined with us. Jesse Mills proposed that we should escape, and most of us agreed to make the attempt; but one prisoner was weak-hearted, and said he would inform against us if we persevered. We had as many men (including the sailors) as the guard numbered, and the sailors were anxious to second us.

Next day, however, the sailors were taken to another prison at Fairfield. I went up to Stanwich on this occasion with two others to scout (as most others did (that is to plunder). We were betrayed, and all three taken