Still she walked on, only stopping, in the middle of the day, to buy a little dinner for herself and Harry at a farm-house.
At last, when it was nearly dark, she arrived at a village, on the banks of the river Ohio.

If she could only get across that river, Eliza felt she would be safe.
She went to a little inn on the bank, where a kind-looking woman was busy cooking supper.
'Is there a boat that takes people across the river now ?' she asked.
'No, indeed,' replied the woman.

'The boats has stopped running.

It isn't safe, there be too many blocks of ice floating about.' Eliza looked so sad and disappointed when she heard this, that the good woman was sorry for her.

Harry too was so tired, that he began to cry.
[Illustration] 'Here, take him into this room,' said the woman, opening the door into a small bed-room.
Eliza laid her tired little boy upon the bed, and he soon fell fast asleep.