In a few hours his provisions, horses, and all other things necessary for the journey were in readiness, and he set off with Petaille Grignon, his usual attendant on such expeditions, leaving Letendre to follow as soon as recruited from his fatigue.
Sad and dreary were the hours of his absence, notwithstanding the kind efforts of our friends to cheer me.

In a few days I received the news of the fatal termination of Dr.W.'s illness, brought by another messenger.
That noble heart, so full of warm and kindly affections, had ceased to beat, and sad and desolate indeed were those who had so loved and honored him.
As soon as he could possibly leave his family, my husband returned; and it was fortunate that he had delayed no longer, for the winter now began to set in, and with severity.
Our quarters were spacious, but having been constructed of the green trees of the forest, cut down and sawed into boards by the bands of the soldiers, they were considerably given to shrinking and warping, thus leaving many a yawning crevice.

Stuffing the cracks with cotton batting, and pasting strips of paper over them, formed the employment of many a leisure hour.
Then the chimneys, spite of all the currents of air, which might have been expected to create a draught, had a sad habit of smoking.

To remedy this, a couple of gun-barrels were, by order of the commanding officer, sawed off and inserted in the hearth, one on each side of the fire-place, in the hope that the air from the room below might help to carry the smoke into its proper place, the chimney.
The next morning after this had been done, Louisa was washing the hearth.
"Pray, ma'am," said she, "what are these things put in here for ?" I explained their use.
"Oh, I am so glad it is only that! Uncle Ephraim (Major Twiggs's servant) said they were to be filled with powder and fired off Christmas Day, and he was terribly afraid they would blow the house up, and we in it." Ephraim, who was a most faithful and valuable servant, often amused himself with playing upon the credulity of the younger portions of the colored fraternity.
"Is it true," asked Louisa, one day, "that Pillon and Plante were once prairie-wolves ?" "Prairie-wolves! what an idea! Why do you ask such a foolish question ?" "Because Uncle Ephraim says they, and all the Frenchmen about here, were once prairie-wolves, and that, living so near the white people, they grow, after a time, to be like them, and learn to talk and dress like them.

And then, when they get to be old, they turn back into prairie-wolves again, and that all the wolves that the officers bait with their dogs used to be Frenchmen, once." After a time, however, I ceased to straighten out these stories of Uncle Ephraim, for I was gradually arriving at the conviction that my little colored damsel was by no means so simple and unsophisticated as she would have me believe, and that I was, after all, the one who was imposed upon.
The snow this winter was prodigious, and the cold intense.