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.

RENCONTRE WITH TORY PRISONERS.

i Mr. Dean relates, "One night myself and another man were sent with two torv prisoners to Head Quarters, at Peekskill. The night being very dark, we called at a house on the west of Buttermilk Hill for rest and to get some refreshments ; theie were no men at the house, but women, -- they formed) being tainted with toryism. After leaving the house and travelling some distance, we went on talking aloud, thinking of no danger, when first I knew I was clinched by the prisoner by upside, and thrown to the ground, and then with his knee on my breast he stabbed me in the side with what I afterwards found to be a large jack knife, nine or ten inches long. It happened not to take effect as he had intended ; it was a slanting stab, went through my clothes, and grazed my skin. Being pretty spry and stout at thajt time, I raised with him and threw him from me, and he made his escape. The other prisoner knocked my comrade down, and cleared himself also ; I lost my hat in this affray.