Decr 1st Jeremiah Anderson: "Major Thomas Hungerford was born in King Street (I believe, Connecticut) somewhere in the village of Glenville about 1752 or '3, and married Charity Halsted just before the war. He did not go below until some time after the beginning of the war, and as he said was driven out by the tyranny of General Thomas. He was a shoemaker, but did not follow that trade, and took to some other business. He was a bold, resolute officer, and after the war went to Nova Scotia, where he remained for several years (that is, he returned in 1796 or '97). He died in the Town of Harris [on] in or about 1809 or 1810, and was buried in the Halsted burying ground, contiguous to the Purchase Quakers Meeting burying ground, leaving a daughter Mary H. wife of John Halsted. Major Hungerford's papers are probably in the hands of Richard Fowler of New Burgh or that vicinity who married his grand

daughter, Mrs Mary N. Halsted's daughter.

Lord Stirling's quarters were at this [marg: (Anderson's)] house in 1778, but I don't know about the headquarters of Wilkinson, Kosciusko, St. Clair, &c.

James Sacket was taken at Josiah Fowlers, opposite James Merritts. Mosier was at the old house of Henry Dusenbury in the fields which is yet standing and his Company were around the house. Master Samuel Haight was shaving him. On the alarm he jumped up, took his gun and marched down the lane which then went all the way to Blind Brook. Kipp also went east by the road intending to cut them off. They were within sight of each other at times. After crossing Blind Brook the Refugees threw down the upper rail jumped their horses over the fence and rode towards Mosier who was waiting for them in the middle of the field and who had drawn up his men in a square

or circle. The field is about a mile and a half from Henry Dusenbury's house.

The Refugees came up a number of times and charged before they fired their pistols, but the horses being pricked reared and made no impression. At length they charged again, and one Strang fired his pistol, and he was instantly shot dead by Mosier's orders. After failing in all their charges Major Hungerford told me that Captain Kipp informed him that they had a consultation and one of the officers proposed they should approach once more, fire their pistols and immediately throw them at Mosier's men with the view of breaking their ranks; but either Kipp or Holmes (probably Holmes) opposed this saying that he knew Mosier well and that the ranks of his men could not be broken.

I should judge from what I have heard that the conflict lasted three quarters of an

hour or an hour. There was a good deal of parleying between the parties at times. Good quarters were offered and refused. Mosier repeatedly gave out that if another shot was fired the offender would be Killed instantly. Strang was taken across a horse by the Refugees to Josiah Fowlers, Kept there, and a flag was sent up for his body. In moving from Merritt's corner to Brundage's field the Refugees and Mosier's men were in sight of each other all the way being less than a quarter of a mile (about sixty rods) from each other.

About the end of the war six or seven Cowboys came up from Morrisania, went to the house of John Lewis in North Street where Captain Gedney afterwards lived, and in the night demanded admittance — the door being barred. They swore they would shoot V. unless the door was unbarred, but he refused, having his gun W. They then fired through the door, and two

balls passed through Lewis's body who dropped down dead. The Refugees were on their return from above, and they then went down to W. Cariharts, a Quaker who lived below Timothy Purdy's, and robbed [marg: Saxton] his house. Then they went through Saxton's woods to Benjamin Cornell's in Maroneck whom they whipped and extorted money from. After leaving Cornell's house they were overtaken by a party from above who had pursued them to regain the plunder, and all the cowboys, but one were killed. Soon after this John White (Israel's father) and a party of three or four went below to East Chester and New Rochelle and plundered a great quantity of bedding, clothes &c. They were all on horseback, but were pursued by the Refugees and were overtaken last of Abijah Haviland's or the Buckley farm, near Sandy Brook in Purchase Street. All made their escape but White who was overtaken and shot off his horse just as he had crossed the brook.

After the battle of White Plains, probably in 1779, a Cornet and six men stopped all night at my father's, and early the next morning went to White Plains to reconnoitre. The German Yagers were then at White Plains. They went as far as Dick's Tannery, or rather as far as the flat east of Dick's. Seeing a strong detachment near where the Court House was, they wheeled about to return. A Yager, resting his rifle by the house of Isaac Oakley (Willis's afterwards) shot a private soldier, one of the six, who I think were of Sheldon's. He was brought to our house on horseback being severely wounded, having been shot in the breast, the ball passing quite through the body, and being held only by the skin. He was brought into our house and placed in one of the front rooms. His blood flowed profusely through the bed and

over the floor. He begged of my mother to take [care] of and conceal him as he had been taken prisoner and paroled, but had broken his parole, and if taken now he feared he should inevitably be hanged. My mother thereupon muffled his face so as to conceal his beard and put on his head one of her own night caps so as to pass him off as a woman if the enemy came – saying she would in that event say he was a sick female. None of the enemy however came, and next day he was taken away in a horse litter the ball having been extracted by the surgeon of the regiment on the same day the wound was received. His blood flowed so profusely that it passed thro' the straw bed and ran across the floor, sixteen feet or more. When he went away they took a coverlid to form a litter and a pillow for his head. We heard no more of him until about six months after peace when a stranger carrying a bundle called

at our house about dinner time. My father invited him to take dinner, which he did. During dinner he eyed my mother in a way that disconcerted her. She coloured_ he smiled. After dinner was over he opened the bundle and approached mother who alarmed ran for protection behind my father, fearing he intended some injury. He [then] said, "these things are yours". She said, "they are not. Keep them away! _ I'll have none of your things!" He then said to my father, "don't you remember the soldier that was shot through the body, and was all night in your house? I am he. Your wife, I think, saved me, and I feel towards her as though she were my mother"! He He then showed the scar in his breast, and my father said "Betsey, these must be your things", and she then recognized and took them. He said he had come 200 miles to restore

them. He was, I think, a New Hampshire man, belonging to Sheldon's horse." When he first spoke my mother was fearful he was laying a trap for her."

Shubal Reynolds told me that his brother.... Reynolds informed him that he was once taken by Shube Merritt, and after his surrender Shubal Merritt told him to stand still, then retired back a few paces and said: "Now if my gun goes off you're a dead man, but if it misses you shall have quarter. Shube then pulled the trigger, the gun missed fire, and quarter was given. Reynolds after this declared if he ever met Shube he would kill him, peace or no peace. When Shube Merritt was entrapped at New Rochelle he ran to the head of the stairs, pistol cocked in hand, and pointing it at the whale boatmen exclaimed: "The first man that steps upon these stairs, I'll

blow him through, but if you'll give me quarter, I'll surrender." Reynolds answered - "I'll give you the same quarter you offered me. If my gun misses fire you shall go clear &c, but" He fired, and Shube dropped dead upon the stairs. Reynolds' gun was loaded with a ball and three buck shot, and Reynolds was probably in the rear of his prisoner. Those in front might have offered quarter, but Shubal Reynolds said no quarter was offered by any one, as his brother told him. This, Shubal Reynolds said, was the account his brother gave him, and both brothers were men of veracity.

Brom. (Abraham) Barrett was at our house, a day or two before he was hanged. He was a simple, inoffensive man. I never heard he was an Irishman

My father's name was William, and before the Revolutionary war was one

of the King's Justices of the Quorum. Having taken the oath of allegiance &c he made it a point of honor not to take up arms. —

At the time Lord Stirling quartered at our house Genl. Washington frequently rode over here, and once said to my father: "I am sorry, Mr. Anderson, to hear that you are opposed to our cause!" My father assured him such was not the case and gave as a reason why he would not take up arms that he could not consistently to do so after the oath he had taken, but said that in heart he was inclined to be a whig, &c. He was moreover infirm of body being ruptured. This explanation was entirely satisfactory to Washington who assured my father that he properly appreciated and approved of his motive, and told him if he was ever molested to apply to him for protection. —

We were never molested while the American army

remained in near White Plains. I had a half brother named Jonathan who at the beginning of the revolution raised a company of minutemen, but some one was promoted over him and he immediately went below with nineteen of his men and received a captaincy in one of the Regular Provincial Regiments, but which I do not know. After the war he was put upon [the] half pay list, and went to Nova Scotia.

During the Revolutionary war there was one Caleb Green from King Street in Connecticut, near Byram river who traded with the enemy, and was often below at Morrisania where he took cattle and poultry and horses and became well acquainted with Colonel Delaney. My father then had a very fine mare which he kept concealed. Isaac Webbers, Dent Banks, and a party of Skinners once came to our house for the mare, and

the commander addressed my mother who was up, telling her they had eaten nothing all day long, and begging her, very civilly, to supply them with some refreshments if it were nothing but bread &c. My mother moved with com=passion, went to the dark hole in the field where her meat and most of her provisions were concealed, and gave them the best supper in her power. In the morning early the troopers departed.

An officious, gossiping old woman of our neighborhood went to Colonel Thomas, and informed him that my father during the last night had har=boured a party of Refugees.

During the forenoon the Colonel came to our house and said to my father: "You har=boured a party of Refugees last night." Father replied, "A party of horse staid here last night - I believe they belong above, but I don't certainly know." "Yes, you

do, you old rascal,” said Thomas, and thereupon knocked my father down with a blow of his musket. A moment after the officer and men in question who belonged as we discovered to Sheldon’s, returned from reconnoitring, and my father informed the commander of the treatment he had received from Colonel Thomas. The officer was extremely indignant and addressed Thomas in the severest terms, saying: “He came here last night hungry and fatigued, both men and horses. Mr. Anderson took us in and supplied our wants with the best in his power, and is this the return he receives for his hospitality? Colonel Thomas, you are a disgrace to the service! and this is the way the American cause suffers from the cowardice and incapacity of some of our officers!”

Shubal Reynolds informed me that his brother, said he was ill treated

by Shube Merritt in other respects than what he mentioned at page 96, [marg: x Page 96 of origl. & 195 of copy - It is also mentioned in other places - as is the case with almost all the incidents described in these Note Books.)] on the occasion of his being a prisoner in the hands of the Refugees.

Dec. 7th In the beginning of the war, my half brother Jonathan Anderson, in conjunction with some other person raised a company of about twenty four militia men. By agreement between them the other person was to be Lieutenant and my brother the Ensign, but when they came to muster them into the service, a new and strange Captain was placed over both. This much displeased the young officers. I don't know what became of the Lieutenant, but my brother immediately went below with 19 of his men, and straightway received a Captains commission. He served at the South during the war, and was with General Clinton at the capture of Charleston. After peace he settled at Nova Scotia (or New Brunswick) and visited me several times, &c. He was born at Harison, December 25. 1745, and died on or

about 1817, at some place on the coast about eighty miles from Halifax. He had been extensively engaged in the herring fishery for many years. Where he lived was a great fishing station.

When Colonel Simcoe took Colonel Thomas in 1778 at his house, James Miller made his escape by jumping into a hogshead of feathers and covering his head with them. The enemy put their heads into the hogshead, but such a quantity of feathers was above him that he was [inter: not] discovered.