A third sentinel was posted on the road in advance about eight or ten rods off, and he fired as we supposed at the second sentinel's flash and killed him dead. When we formed our plan of escape there was a report current that the Refugees were coming up to liberate us, and this report materially aided our escape, as it intimidated the guard when we shouted out and made them think they were surprised. After our escape we went through fields and woods to Stanwich when we knew where we were, and

then to White Plains, &c. and so to Morrisania This happened on a very rainy stormy night in the Fall of 1781. Mills didn't return with us three, but went to the East and got a horse. It was'nt the fashion for Refugees to buy horses. Mills was pursued and overtaken before he got to Morrisania and lost his horse. He was a bold, enterprising fellow. When he parted from us at Stanwich he said: "Boys, I mean to return home on horseback."

I shall be 90 on the 12th of January next. I think it was in 1781, that the fever was so fatal at Morrisania. I had it in 1781.

The second time I was taken at North Street, a little south west of where Abraham Reynolds lives. There were three of us, and we were taken by Lieut. Charles Smith, father of Charles Smith of North Street (Stanwich). Charles Smith said to me: "Cousin Enos, we must secure you and take you in, and then we'll parole you." Then they took us to