A strong party of us went up, I think, as many as five or six hundred - part foot and part horse. He started in the afternoon - sun about one hour high, and about midnight were at Twitchings' [page break] corners. We had gone up the North River road when hearing of a large force from above moving east of us, we crossed to Twitchings' store. Here about midnight we were hailed by a Scout of about twenty or thirty American militia who challenged in regular style. "Who goes there?" He answered, "Friends!" "Friends to Whom?" "King George!" They then fired upon us and took to a stone wall continuing their fire from behind the wall. Major Bearmore then commanded the horse to follow him, and leaped his steed over the fence to charge the patrol. In doing this he received a wound in the neck of which he soon after died in New York. I don't remember my captain's name. I was with the Refugees at Morrisania about fifteen months. When I was taken prisoner * about sixteen as we afterwards were informed. [page break] I was not exchanged for the rest of the war, but went back to Morrisania on parole and remained there during the rest of the war, being afterwards of course never engaged in no service whatever. [margin: Moses] [margin: Morrisania Point.] When Washington and Rocham- -beau were down to Morrisania Point in 1781, one of Delancey's Refugees named John Montross seized a Frenchman's horse, mounted, and attempted to swim across to York Island. The horse refused to swim. The French and others fired at Montross, with their pistols and carbines. Montross ducked in the water when they fired. At last the British brought a field piece to bear upon the Point which scattered all the upper party.