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with Lawrence Hartshorne, whose object in attempt-ing this dangerous enterprise was to visit his parents, whilst mine was to obtain an interview with his sister. In the evening, we immediately ventured on shore, and went to his father's, who resided on his farm at Black Point. The family were all in bed, and we were thus disappointed in seeing any of them. Lawrence was advised by his father to return immediately to Sandy Hook, as there was reason to suspect that parties of the militia were then near the premises. We accordingly went to the river side, and taking a small canoe, pushed off in hopes of getting safe to the Hook; it was moonlight, and as we kept off some distance from the shore, we did not apprehend danger till we should reach the Gut (as it was called) which separated Sandy Hook from the Highlands. This was very narrow, so that we were obliged to pass within a little distance of the Jersey shore. There were stationed about thirty of the Jersey militia, and a number of them fired on us. We laid ourselves on our backs in the bottom of the canoe, and some of the balls went through the sides, immediately over our bodies. Finding we could not escape, we rowed to the shore, and surrendered our-selves prisoners. At first, they treated us harshly, searched us, and took from us some articles of small value. In the morning they marched us to Middle-town, and then to Monmouth Court-house, where we were taken before Judge Symmes (the father of Capt. Symmes) and committed to prison. We were put in a small room, about six or seven feet square, in which we found four or five prisoners, some of whom had been confined there some time. We were much crowded, and had nothing to lie on but ex-tremely dirty straw, which I believe had not been changed since the other prisoners had occupied the room. On first entering this miserable dungeon, the stench occasioned by foul and noxious air exceedingly alarmed me, and it was strongly fixed on my mind