Cambridge
June 15^th, 1775

My dear Shun —

Nothing of Note.

There are always Sallies — burning Houses, shooting out the Windows of Taverns. We see the Redcoats crawl on the Mudflats at Low Tide.

At Night, there are Cannonades without Reason. It is not clear that they aim at any Target. There appears no Strategy. Ships pass to & from the Island Town bringing — we know not what — engaged in silent Errands.

We awaken, & there is a Rumor of Redcoats marching, & men scurry to their Arms & Companies — to find, instead, the Blank-Eyed Sentries on the Walls of Boston Neck, & no Sign of Marching anywhere. Farmers leave our Camp at Night to return to their Fields.

My Spirits are low . . . I am so hypp’d & full of Fear. . . .

Your humble & affectionate    

Ev