The adverse trumpets sounded at the same moment their shrill notes, which rising above the din of battle, indicated to the respective antagonists, flight and pursuit. The route of the fugitives lay southerly, upon the highway to Stamford. About three fourths of a mile from Poundridge, Major Lockwood, followed by a few of the dragoons, took the road which there branches off to New Canaan; but almost entirely, the main bodies, pursued and pursuers, still held on toward Stamford. The hunters con-tinued to follow their game for more than three miles. Not-withstanding their forced march of more than thirty miles, such was the superior mounting of Tarleton's followers, that the foremost of them kept up, during that whole distance, with the rearmost of the Americans. The chase presented a succession of individual conflicts. Some of the retreating dragoons got rid of their pursuers by pulling up for a moment and engaging in combat, while a few abandoned their horses and fled to the woods; and four or five surrendered. Instances of individual coolness and courage occurred during this flight, which still live in the memory of the neighbouring inhabitants. A dragoon named John Buckout, from Philipse Manor, was closely followed up by one of the Seventeenth, and repeatedly called upon to surrender. By dint of spurring, the fugitive was just able to keep out of reach of his pursuer's sabre. The red-coat finding that he could not reach his quarry with the sword, drew a pistol and discharged it at Buckout's head. The ball perforated his cap, grazing the scalp on one side of his