When he came to, he revived, and said he, "I'm a dying man, but do not blame you for what you have done." I said, " You are ..worth a dozen dead men -- rouse up and get on my horse." I got him upon the horse and took him to the nearest house, where 1 borrowed some old linen and scraped lint and dressed his wounds as well as I was able and left him.

A few years after the war, he came to see me ; as soon as 1 saw him, I recognized him by the scar on his face, and part of his ear being off, which was done by the first stroke I gave him with my sword. He shook hands with me, and asked me if I knew him. I told him I did. We then conversed about the circumstances that passed at the time. Says he, " I am a cripple for life, but T do not blame you; for it was my intention to shoot you rather than surrender ; but you got the advantage of me." It was impressed on me, when he came to see ■me, that he came to revenge himself upon me ; but he did not blame me. One of his arms was stiff where the end of the elbow was cut off. I gave him his dinner and he left me, sincerely thanking me for my

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kindness in taking him into a house and dressing his "wounds. He left me and I never saw him again. The man was a Tory, by the name of Basly.