This portion of the place was then called _Wolf Point_, from its having been the residence of an Indian named "_Moaway_," or "the Wolf." "Dear me," said the old landlady, at the little tavern, "what dreadful cold weather you must have had to travel in! Why, two days ago the river was all open here, and now it's frozen hard enough for folks to cross a-horseback!" Notwithstanding this assurance, my husband did not like to venture, so he determined to leave his horses and proceed on foot to the residence of his mother and sister, a distance of about half a mile.
We set out on our walk, which was first across the ice, then down the northern bank of the river.

As we approached the house we were espied by Genevieve, a half-breed servant of the family.

She did not wait to salute us, but flew into the house, crying,-- "Oh! Madame Kinzie, who do you think has come?
Monsieur John and Madame John, all the way from Fort Winnebago on foot!" Soon we were in the arms of our dear, kind friends.

A messenger was dispatched to "the garrison" for the remaining members of the family, and for that day, at least, I was the wonder and admiration of the whole circle, "for the dangers I had seen.".