The former was much pleased and agreed to purchase her asking Green his price who replied: "I shall leave that Colonel to your generosity, but the price ought to be liberal - You see what a fine creature she is." The Colonel thereupon offered him thirty guineas for the mare which was accepted and paid over to the owner. The Refugee commander then took Green out and showed him a very fine bay horse and said, "Now Cale, I want you to get me a match for this horse, and you can easily do it for you know where all the good horses of West Chester are to be found. Unless you do so, I shall be offended very seriously
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and punish you." &c. Seeing the Colonel so anxious Cale promised, &c. He waited for some days at Morrisania, and at length stole the bay horse from Delancy and rode within the American lines where he soon after sold him for a high price to an American officer. While waiting on this occasion at Morrisania he was feasted by Colonel Delancey, but he never afterwards dared to go below the lines. Cale Green has often told me this story himself. I was born in 1774. My father was whipped, tortured and hanged for his money both by Skinners and Cowboys. He was inclined to the whigs, but my mother leaned to the Royal cause. Once during the war, an officer with a detachment of eight or ten horse men came about eleven o'clock at night to our place and after feeding their horses at the barn entered the house when