"There must be Indians wintering near, in some of these points of wood." I must confess that I felt somewhat dismayed at our prospects, but I kept up a show of courage, and did not allow my despondency to be seen.
All the party were dull and gloomy enough.
We kept along the bank, which was considerably elevated above the water, and bordered at a little distance with a thick wood.

All at once my horse, who was mortally afraid of Indians, began to jump and prance, snorting and pricking up his ears as if an enemy were at hand.

I screamed with delight to my husband, who was at the head of the file, "Oh, John! John! there are Indians near--look at Jerry!" At this instant a little Indian dog ran out from under the bushes by the roadside, and began barking at us.

Never were sounds more welcome.

We rode directly into the thicket, and, descending into a little hollow, found two squaws crouching behind the bushes, trying to conceal themselves from our sight.
They appeared greatly relieved when Mr.Kinzie addressed them in the Pottowattamie language,-- "What are you doing here ?" "Digging Indian potatoes"-- (a species of artichoke.) "Where is your lodge ?" "On the other side of the river." "Good--then you have a canoe here.