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came to the corner below Pine's Bridge, where 

 Andr^, left to his own resources, made his mis- 

 take of turning to the right in the direction of 

 the Hudson. Smith pursued his route, not 

 homewards, but towards Fishkili, where his 

 wife happened to be, congratulating himself 

 on his perfect safety after so many hairbreadth 

 escapes, for they had twice been called upon 

 to show their passes on the road, and once 

 narrowly escaped detection. He jogged along 

 comfortably and arrived at Fishkili in due 

 time. 



But he was a greatly astonished man, when, 

 after the conscientious discharge of his patri- 

 otic duties, sleeping by the side of the partner 

 of his previous joys and future sorrows, he was 

 roughly dragged from his bed and taken down 

 to Washington's headquarters, at what is now 

 Garrison's Landing. He could not under- 

 stand it at all. But he was soon brought to 

 *■'■ a realizing sense of his lost condition." 



I wonder that no historic painter has por- 

 trayed that meeting of Washington and Josh- 

 ua Hett Smith. Smith coolly asked the Gen- 

 eral why he desired to see him, and why the 

 invitation to his presence had been so rude 

 and abrupt. He had not long to wait for the 



