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have mentioned, three others quartered at the time, at my grand-father's; 

 whose house was Col. Green's head quarters, Dr. Cushman, (a Conti- 

 nental surgeon), and also a captain and lieutenant, whose names I do 

 not recollect. The refugees retired by the south road or path to the 

 Crompond road, taking Greene with them on horseback ; near where 

 this path or farm road comes out into the highway, Greene, faint with 

 loss of blood, fell off. Finding that he was dying they placed him in a 

 spot surrounded by whortleberry bushes, and putting something under 

 his head for support, left him in that state to finish his days alone. 

 Here he bled to death, and was soon after found with no clothing on but 

 his shirt and drawers. The whortleberry bushes were by or near to the 

 public highway, (/. e. the Crompond and Pines Bridge road). They soon 

 after took the bodies of the dead officers and buried them with the hon- 

 ors of war, in Crompond church-yard, depositing the remains of Greene 

 and Flagg — and I believe, those of the young lieutenant — in one common 

 grave. The widow of Col. Greene was present at this ceremony, which 

 was conducted with great pomp ; a large number of the military, as well 

 as of citizens, moving in the procession, while the bands played the 

 most solemn airs from the dead-march, &c. 



Ensign Green, commanding the guards at Pines Bridge, was a nephew 

 of the Colonel. 



After all the circumstances of the surprise at Davenport's house came 

 to be known and understood, Col. De Lancey and the Refugees were not 

 blamed. The impetuosity and indiscretion of a single individual, caused 

 probably, all the bloodshed at my grand-father's. The young lieutenant 

 atoned for his error, by fighting bravely to the last." a 



On the 19th of November, 1844, Lydia Vail, adds to her former tes- 

 timony by saying : — 



" Two negro servants and my father were wounded, one in the arm 

 and the others in the shoulder. The very night before the surprise, 

 Greene said to my grand-father, '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 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 grand-father's family, as well 

 as Flagg and the other officers ; and the death of those who fell, partic 

 ularly that of Greene, was much and long lamented. This disaster 

 happened ^ little before sunrise. I lived at my father's, 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 

 Davenport's house. The Refugees were at this moment retreating 

 through the woods towards Pines Bridge, and when we saw their glitter- 

 ing caps and arms, we stopped and hid till they had passed. We arrived 

 at Davenport's about sunrise or little after, and found the floors and walls 



a Testimony of Lydia Vail of Somen, aged 74, given Oct. 19th, 1844.— McDonald MSS. in 

 possession of Geo. U. Moore, Esq., Lib. of N. Y Hist. 8oc. 



