After climbing and descending alternately for a number of days together the different mountains which laid between Greensburg and the Cumberland valley, I at length arrived at Strawsburg, where I delivered the horse that had served, carried and eased me so much on my return journey.

Setting out from Strawsburg, in Franklin county, Pa., it was not long until I reached Harrisburg. A number of days elapsed before Captain Fisher's (then Dentzell's) company arrived at Harrisburg.

This company broke up soon after, and I removed to Reading, in Berks. county, Pa. Poor Warriour, our Drummer was drowned not very long afterwards.Drowned and perished together. He was going home one night much intoxicated, and laid him down in a

little hollow or very low spot in a field, and fell into a (dead drunk) sleep, during which a heavy shower came on and filled the low spot in which he laid with water, so much so, as to drown him. Unfortunate end to poor Warriour, who otherwise possessed a heart in which much of the milk of human kindness had its abode.

Sometime after I went to Reading, I procured two horses and a sled, and set out for Harrisburg. I loaded up my house-hold stuff and conveyed it down to Reading, intending to make that place my home. I was not long a resident of that town before I joined Captain Keims' volunteer company in the capacity of Fifer.This company was composed of the most respectable young men (mechanics, lawyers, store keepers and farmers,) of Reading and its neighborhood. Here, as before, I had a Revolutionary Drummer, one who had belonged to my own regiment during the Revolution. We called him Daddy Jack, indeed, I never heard or knew (as I recollect of) any other name for him. He was a very hard favored fellow, and had a mouth in size more like to that of a horse than a human. When he would laugh he was "all mouth," and opened it like an alligator.— Oftentimes he would laugh purposely to set those around him to laughing, and when he knew we were laughing at him he would join in with us and laugh heartily, and seemed to enjoy the sport very well. Daddy Jack, I may state, was a Drummer "in full," for he understood well the whole minutiæ or science of Drumming.

At the time that John Adams, President of the United States, was authorized by Congress to augment the regular army, I was hired to play the Fife in a recruiting excursion by a Lieutenant Worrell, of the United States' service, who then rendezvoused at Reading.. The Captain's name was Faughner, and resided in Easton, Pa. Lieutenant Worrell procured

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beat the drum. This Drummer (not Daddy Jack) was a very good one. As he and I had been employed by General Bowers of Reading, to learn some young lads to play the fife and beat the drum, I of course had a

good opportunity of knowing whether he was a good

musician or not.

Lieutenant Worrell procured a horse and wagon, and took a Sergeant, a Drummer and myself into it, and started off towards the head-waters of the Delaware river. I think our place of rendezvous was somewhere in Wayne County, Pa. There was a large building erected for our use. We obtained some recruits while on our way thither. the town of·

After our arrival at our station near to

, we gave the inhabitants good music, with reveille in the morning and tattoo at night. Owing to this perhaps, and the music we made when marching through the town (which we did daily,) we soon began to haul in recruits very fast. He that hath not music in himself, the poet says, is fit for treason, villanies and spoils. We were in great favor with the people of the town and the surrounding neighborhoods, particularly the girls, who were very fond of hearing us play some of our choice tunes. They, with their love-sick swains as their conductors, were no ways backward to visit our quarters during afternoons and evenings, and request a few of our best airs on our spirit-stirring fife and drum.— Having the ears of our youthful, pretty and innocent visiters hanging on our music, my readers may suppose our efforts to please were none of the most feeble.

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We were not a very long while at that post until we had a company gathered together. Soon after our company was completed, we received orders to march off. As soon as reveille was beat on the morning of our march, we were ordered to hasten with our breakfast. done, we received orders to beat up the long roll. The men then formed ranks, and the roll was called. It being known to the inhabitants of the town, that we were to march away upon that morning, many of them came and bade us farewell.

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In the course of the morning, we were ordered forward. We marched down to Easton where as I have already stated, Captain Faughner lived. Previous to our ontering that place, Lieutenant Worrell came to me and

asked me to play "Burns' Farewell," through the town. I did so, and never was music enjoyed better by the -citizens of any place than ours was upon that occasion. At that time there were a great number of Free Masons resided in Easton, and it is known to most of my readers that Burns' Farewell is a masonic air. As soon as we struck up this favorite air, the streets through which we passed were crowded with men, women and children. We marched on, down to the and the men came to an order. After each man received half a gill of liquor, we then marched down to the barracs -which were located near to the bridge. Here the men remained, but myself, Lieutenant Worrell took with him to his quarters. Whilst we laid in Easton (which was sometime) I had to go to the barracs night and morning, in order to play for the beating of tattoo and reveille.

I never was in a place at any time before or since, where the people were so fond of martial music as in Easton. Every morning when we would beat the reveille, there would be a crowd of men and boys collected to hear us, among them were many of the first men of the town. Some of these gentlemen spoke to our officers and obtained permission for my Drummer and myself, to go to their houses and play and beat the reveille, "Burns' Farewell," "Girl I left behind me," "Hail Columbia," "Over the hills and far away," &c. &c., for their ladies who were highly delighted with our music. We had several houses to visit every morning and evening. At these our moveable musical rendezvous, the ladies of a dozen or more families would collect to hear us. This was a profitable as well as a delightful employment for us, for we were well paid for our services, as we received a dollar or two on every occasion. was very well, for it answered us for spending money. We were no ways churlish with our music, and the ladies were as litttle so with their money. Besides, this and our duty at the barracs, we had to play and beat up and down the streets every morning, and we were always asked at some point or other (where we halted) to play Burns' Farewell.

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Such pleasures as these, were very precarious, for in the midst of all our joy, we were ordered on to join our regiment at Elizabeth Town Point, in Jersey. The inhabitants of Easton were very sorry at parting with us, and we, having been used so well (for I never was treated so well at any other place,) were as sorry to part with them. When acting in the capacity of waiter to Major Greer during the Revolutionary war, I thought I enjoyed the "best kind of times," but those enjoyments were short lived beside the pleasures derived from so mutual an intercourse as existed with the people at Easton. The men were all like brothers, and the women all like sisters. If one family partook of our special musical treats, those of a dozen or twenty families were invited to be in attendance thereat, and we (musicians) had the good countenance of all, and great kindness shown us in the treatment we received at their respective houses. The day appointed for our departure came. We par -aded early and got in readiness for the march. Many of the ladies and gentlemen of Easton visited us.

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played a number of their favorite airs, and then bidding them an affectionate farewell, we marched off to join our -regiment at Elizabeth Town Point. By the time we arrived and joined the regiment at that place, my time [had expired, and I wished to return home again, but the Colonel of the regiment insisted so much upon my staying one month longer, and he having offered me great wages, I was induced to accept his offer, and agreed to stay another month.

Colonel had a double object in my detention. There was not a good Fifer in the regiment, and as there had been several lads enlisted but a short time previous as Fifers and Drummers, he wanted me to assist in instructing them. This, although a laborious task, yet, so far as I was concerned, I cheerfully contributed in perfecting them in the art of playing and beating.

Elizabeth Town Point! Who that was ever there in the harvest or in gathering of mosquetoes has or will ever forget it. I had been once on an expedition a good