Some followed and were saved, but others replied 'We'll have one shot at the Refugees before we go,' and staid and fired. These last were all killed. When Captain Jacob (?) ^Isaac? Van Wart (not Van Tassel) commanded the Guard at the Bridge (Pines), he went one day to see his wife who lived over the hill on the North Castle corner road above Flewellings. All at once he saw the Refugees coming on a gallop. Wheeling about he descended the hill at full speed calling out in broken English and flourishing his arms: -
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' De Pritish is coming! Run Poys like de dyvil or dey will kill you!' They pursued him furiously across the river but he escaped. Jack, my father's slave, was one of the most artful, cunning men I ever knew. He had an extraordinary judgment, was a great hand at planning and contriving, either in relation to the farm or anything else. He made a deal of money by trading with the enemy during the war - selling cattle &c.
Run Poys like de dyvil or dey will kill you!' They pursued him furiously across the river but he escaped. Jack, my father's slave, was one of the most artful, cunning men I ever knew. He had an extraordinary judgment, was a great hand at planning and contriving, either in relation to the farm or anything else. He made a deal of money by trading with the enemy during the war - selling cattle &c.