I am now at this place a prisoner of war on parole, with one of my legs quite broke by a musket ball, & without any surgeon to attend me. I have been here since Wednesday last, being only once visited by a surgeon from the Maryland line, a prisoner.
The British officers at Rudgesley's have treated me with the utmost attention & politeness, & have furnished me with such necessaries as in their power; also have wrote To Camden in my behalf, but such is the situation of affairs that I expect no surgeon can be spared.
As my life in this season depends on speedy relief, I have to pray a surgeon skilled be sent To attend for some Time. This, I hope, will be granted, as every indulgence seems to be the wish of those under whose direction I am.