bottom out of a chair, placed it over a fire of coals and seated my father in the chair, intending he should sit naked, but he contrived to keep his breeches on. The pain was so great that he sprang up with five or six on his shoulders, &c. The Skinners were frightened thinking him dead &c.

Captain Kipp was a man of wonderful resolution and his enemies lived in great dread of him.

After I had been a few days at Morrisania I found what a dissolute set they were and what wicked carryings on. I determined to return to N. C. [North Castle] although I might be whipped or tortured to death, and accordingly I returned.

[marg: Tarleton's circuitous route — Greene's domestic feelings — "Next Spring I hope to be with my family." — Two negroes wounded — one in the arm, the other in the shoulder — "you have ruined us!" said Flagg.]

Novr 19th Lydia Vail, aged 74: "I am grand-daughter of Richardson Davenport, and niece of Fanny Totten, but only two years

her junior. The reason DeLancey's party were so cruel at Davenport House in May 1781. was this: They, the Refugees, came on suddenly and called upon the soldiers to surrender, but a young Captain or Lieutenant opened the window and discharged two pistols at the enemy, first one and then the other. Then the Refugees were much excited, and cried out aloud: "Kill all the d__d Rebels!" "You have undone us!" said Flagg to the young Captain, "and we must now sell our lives as dearly as we can." And as they stood in the window a volley was fired which killed them both. The bed room contained three beds being large; and Greene, Flagg and the young Captain all slept there. The three were afterwards interred together in the same grave at Crompond. Two Negro servants of my father were wounded, one in the arm and the other in the shoulder. The very night before this surprise Greene said to my grandfather: "Mr. Davenport you are a happy man, surrounded by a fine wife and a

dutiful family of children. I envy you much. But I hope this unnatural war is drawing to a close, and that by this time next Spring, I also shall enjoy Domestic happiness as you do with my wife and children.” Twelve hours had not elapsed after this before he was a dead man.—

Davenport’s House was Greene’s head quarters, Greene was much beloved by my grandfathers family, as well as Flagg and the other officers, and the death of those who fell, particularly that of Greene was much and long lamented. This disaster happened a little before sunrise. I lived at my fathers half a mile off northerly on the Crompond road. Word came to us that they were all cut off and killed at Head quarters and we all ran through the fields to Davenports house. The Refugees were at this moment retreating through the woods towards Pines Bridge, and when we saw them the glittering of their arms we stopped and hid till they had passed on. We arrived at Davenport

house about sunrise, or a little after and found the floors and walls covered with the blood of the dead, wounded and dying. Flagg and the Captain were killed outright. The Refugees forced Greene to mount a horse and retreated upon Pines Bridge by a lane which then led to the Main or Crompond road thro' a piece of woods which at that time extended to the main road. This lane was considerably south of the present lane which leads from Davenport House to Crompond road, and was a much nearer route to Pines Bridge. Greene held on the horse till they were just coming out of the [?Bridge] wood into the main road. He then fell off, and they found he had fainted, and was dying from loss of blood. They then laid him on a bank by the side of a wood and passed on.—

Major Morrell escaped the [?Delancea] disaster of Davenport house by accident. He happened to pass that eventful night at a Mrs. Remsen's who lived somewhere near Pines Bridge (courting 'twas said). Returning to Head quarters (where

he staid) next morning he heard a noise which seemed to approach. He reined up his horse, listened, and looking in the direction from which the sound came saw the glittering of the soldiers caps and swords. Spurring his horse he leaped him over the fence and concealed himself in a thicket until the detachment had passed by. The widow Griffen's house stood above the Croton on the north side of the Crompond road. She was born Brundage. The widow Budd's house stood below the Croton, and at Pines Bridge on the left side of the road leading to White Plains, and on the right of the road leading to North Castle Church -

She was born Griffen. The only Dutch families, I remember that lived at Pines Bridge during the Revolutionary war were the Juhels who lived, near a mile from the bridge on the left, near where the White Plains road now leaves the turnpike, and the Buckout's who lived on the right side

of the Sing Sing road, but further on. The Buckout family lived on the Courtland farm in a long, low house on the right.

— The British party that burnt Crom pond advanced circuitiously, crossing the Croton at Vail's or some other ford, and coming from an unexpected quarter into the Crompond road at Halleck's then called Delavan's Mills. I saw Totten (or who ever commanded) and his troops (which were all horse) as they retired across the Croton by Pines Bridge. I think there were no negroes at Davenport house, but my grandfathers, when Greene was surprised.

November 20th. Benjamin Kipp: "Andrew Irving of North Castle was a weaver and an Irishman. When he saw the Refugees were about to lose their cattle, with great presence of mind he got his cow out of the drove and cutting through the fields with her returned home happy huzzaing for Congress and general