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Interview with Vail, Lydia

Macdonald, John. Interview with Vail, Lydia, b.c.1772; (1847-11-19). John M. McDonald Interviews, 1844-1851, WCHS item 1353. Westchester County Historical Society. Transcribed by history.croton.news April 2026. 312 words

The reason DeLancey's party were so cruel at Davenport House in May 1781. was this: They, the Refugees, came on suddenly and called upon the soldiers to surrender, but a young Captain or Lieutenant opened the window and discharged two pistols at the enemy, first one and then the other. Then the Refugees were much excited, and cried out aloud: "Kill all the d__d Rebels!" "You have undone us!" said Flagg to the young Captain, "and we must now sell our lives as dearly as we can." And as they stood in the window a volley was fired which killed them both. The bed room contained three beds being large; and Greene, Flagg and the young Captain all slept there. The three were afterwards interred together in the same grave at Crompond. Two Negro servants of my father were wounded, one in the arm and the other in the shoulder. The very night before this surprise Greene said to my grandfather: "Mr. Davenport you are a happy man, surrounded by a fine wife and a

dutiful family of children. I envy you much. But I hope this unnatural war is drawing to a close, and that by this time next Spring, I also shall enjoy Domestic happiness as you do with my wife and children." Twelve hours had not elapsed after this before he was a dead man.--

Davenport's House was Greene's head quarters, Greene was much beloved by my grandfathers family, as well as Flagg and the other officers, and the death of those who fell, particularly that of Greene was much and long lamented. This disaster happened a little before sunrise. I lived at my fathers half a mile off northerly on the Crompond road. Word came to us that they were all cut off and killed at Head quarters and we all ran through the fields to Davenports house.