As the British forces were passing the bor-ders of Greenfield and Weston, they were reconnoitred by Doctor Hurlbut, a young physician, of the vicinity, who, mounted upon a fleet horse, felt assured of his ability to make a good retreat on any exigency. Advancing near a dragoon, he amused himself and attracted the attention of the red coat, whom he menaced, by shaking at him one of the horse-whips at that time used by riders. Fired at this indignity, the dragoon suddenly dashed forward against this insulter. The medical cavalier wheeled about for escape on the same instant. Both parties for nearly a mile rode with all the speed that the spur could draw from their coursers. The soldier at first gained upon his adversary, but the Doctor was not deceived in the fleetness and endurance of his horse, and effected his escape but with the loss of his hat. The King's troops continued their march along the road that passed by the old Episcopalian Church at Weston, since de-molished and rebuilt elsewhere, over Jump Hill, and through Reading-on-the-ridge. The British commander took great pains throughout this day's march to maintain order among his followers and to conciliate the people of the country. He frequently alighted and partook of milk and other refresh-ments. Plunderers were punished upon the spot. At Wes-ton, where the invaders halted for a short time, a lady was robbed by a soldier of a new dress. However, being a woman of spirit, it was not long before she made her loss known by an outcry so loud that it reached the ears of Tryon, who sought out the ravished garment, compelled immediate res-