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Having finished my duties in connection with Sir Peter's private estate and his volu doubly locked and bolted--I made free to attend to certain secret correspondence of my ohich for four years now had continued, without discovery, between the Military Intelligence Departh the n of the Silver Box in Hanover Square

Made confident by long ihtest shadow of suspicion, apprehension of danger seldom troubled my sense of security It did sometimes, as when the awful treason at West Point becaht to hear in every footfall on Broadway the measured tread of a patrol come to take me Yet the traitor continued in New York without sinister consequence tothat sad hich ended in the execution of the British adjutant-general, no har my spy's journal, I smiled to remember hoith me when first I came to New York in 1777, four years since, a country lad of nineteen, fresh fro the Oneidas and the few neighbors nearest Broadalbin Bush--a raw youth, frightened but resolved; and how I lived through those first months of mental terror, now appalled by the fate of our Captain Nathan Hale, now burning with a high purpose and buoyed up by pride that his Excellency should have found in ns

I have never knohether or not I am what ht of death Often I have sat alone in the house watching the sober folk along Broadway and Wall Street, knowing all the while that these sa to Catiemuts Hill near the Fresh Water, or to that open space in the "Fields" between the jail and the Alhts do not assail the brave--if restless nights, wakeful dawns, dull days are not their portion--I must own that all these were mine, not often, perhaps, but too frequent to flatter self-esteeht, it was useless; for such --often when I had been -continued security, I had nigh forgotten through eventless months that there was a war and that I had become a New Yorker only because of war