the firing into the house, but he didn't mind her. They set fire to our house, but Mrs. Belcher (my sister) assisted by an American soldier who escaped by being concealed under a bed put the fire out. Several officers, besides Col. Wells were taken, but most of the escaped. There was no other Major Nottly that I ever heard of but my father in-law. Colonel Wells on the above occasion was taken off with only one boot on, as the Refugees would not wait for him to draw on the other!"

Nov. 12th. Mrs. Mary Smith, of Middle Patent, born a Lockwood, in Stamford, Conn., aged 84. and upwards: My fathers name was Daniel Lockwood, who lived about half a mile South of Fort Nonsense, built by General Waterbury sometime in the middle of [page break] [margin: Fort Nonsense.] the war. Fort Nonsense had no other name that I ever heard of. It was about one and a half miles north of Palmers Hill and two and a half miles north east of Stamford village, and about half a mile east of Mahanus river being situated on high ground with redoubts (Bastions?) at the corners. It was built four square of fascines filled in with earth, and contained barracks which extended from angle to angle and other buildings. This fort contained an acre of land, and had accommodations for the troops. It was a great relief to the inhabitants. It was a good deal laughed at. A song was written about it of which the following is a verse: ? “They ran all round Fort Nonsense, Crying, No bread, no rum! They swear they won't protect us, And, therefore, we'll go home. And if they catch us stealing – They'll get down if they can, By saying their fathers are Deacons, Or very creditable men.”

These verses were written on the occasion of a meeting among the soldiers for want of provisions. About the time the Cow boys first commenced [page break] their operations, they stole a horse of my father's which they sold at the time they left Morrisania. She was a very fleet mare. Five or six years afterwards he found her at Horse neck when he claimed and got her again. Capt. Ebenezer Jones, who took off Judge Jones, married a sister of mine. General Wash ington wanted to take Judge Jones to exchange for some American general then a prisoner (Genl Silliman?) They started from Stamford on a bright moonlight night in three whale boats and about fifteen or twenty men. After reaching Long Island, they travelled only by night carrying the boats. They were three nights going across and reached Judge Jones about 9 o'clock in the evening. He was just going to bed, being up stairs, and was dressed in silk breeches. They asked for Judge Jones. He enquired who they were, and were answered Captain Jones and some friends. When he came down they told him he was a prisoner, and took him to one of the boats which was launched. When he first [page break] came down they said they wanted to speak to him privately, and he then accompanied them out of doors, when they disclosed their errand. They returned by water going round the east end of Long Island and took Jones to Hartford. They were promised the plunder of Jones's house before they went and accordingly they carried off a good many valuables among the rest the wedding dress of Judge Jones's daughter who was about to be married. Also they got a good deal of ready money. Long Ridge is in Stamford nearly all of it, but the east part of it is in Poundridge. Mrs Huldah Sarles daughter of Caleb Mead of Horseneck, and widow of James Sarles lives near Long Ridge in Pound ridge, about five miles from here, and is about 86 years old and is well preserved in mind and body. She must be well acquainted with all that took place in Horseneck dur= ing the Revolutionary war.