Well, he served throughout the war, keeping his sorrow to himself, being known always for a quietly cheerful mien, giving and taking hard blows, and always yielding way to others in the pressure for promotion.  Such was the state of affairs in the rebel army, that his willingness to defer his claims for advancement, when there were restless and ambitious spirits to be conciliated and so kept in the service, was availed of for the sake of expediency.  But he went not without appreciation.  On one occasion, when a discontented but useful Pennsylvanian was pacified with a colonelcy, General Washington remarked to Light Horse Harry Lee:  “And yet you are but a major, and Winwood remains a captain; but let me tell you, there is less honour in the titles of general and colonel, as borne by many, than there is in the mere names of Major Lee and Captain Winwood.”

When Lee’s troop was sent to participate in the Southern campaign, Philip’s accompanied it, and he had hard campaigning under Greene, which continued against our Southernmost forces until long after the time of the capitulation of Lord Cornwallis’s army at Yorktown, to the combined rebel and French armies under Washington.  It happened that our battalion, wherein I was promoted to a lieutenantcy shortly after my abortive meeting with Captain Falconer near Kingsbridge, went South by sea for the fighting there, being the only one of De Lancey’s battalions that left the vicinity of New York.  We had bloody work enough then to balance our idleness in the years we had covered outposts above New York, and ’twas but a small fraction of our number that came home alive at last.  I never met Philip while we were both in the South, nor saw him till the war was over.

Shiploads of our New York loyalists left, after Cornwallis’s defeat at Yorktown showed what the end was to be; some of them going to England but many of them sailing to Nova Scotia and New Brunswick, there to begin afresh the toiling with the wilderness, and to build up new English colonies in North America.  Others contrived to make their way by land to Canada, which thereby owes its English population mainly to those who fled from the independent states rather than give up their loyalty to the mother country.  The government set up by the victorious rebels had taken away the lands and homes of the loyalists, by acts of attainder, and any who remained in the country did so at the risk of life or liberty.  What a time of sad leave-taking it was!—­families going forth poor to a strange land, who had lived rich in that of their birth—­what losses, what wrenches, what heart-rendings!  And how little compensation England could give them, notwithstanding all their claims and petitions!  Well, they would deserve little credit for their loyalty if they had followed it without willingness to lose for it.