Our neighbour Dunmore has removed up to Gwyn's island, and has there intrenched himself. Four days ago he sent a party of marines and sailors on shore to get wood, to the amount of fifty, who to a man deserted, with their arms and tools. Three of them would have inlisted with us, but we, being full, could not take them. They say he intends to make a push at us in harvest. I apprehend his crop will hardly be worth gathering.