One Day last Week, about thirteen Men from His Majesty's Ship Juno, went on Shore at Prudence Island, to bathe. The Rebels discovering them from Warwick-Neck, landed a Number of Men, in five Flat-Boats and a Whale Boat, suddenly came upon them, naked and unarmed, and, with a Heroism known only to Rebels, fired upon them, killed three men, wounded several, and carried off the rest. A Marine, who was one of the Party, appearing somewhat obstinate, had his Brains very humanely knock'd out with the Butt-End of a Musket.¹